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Chapter 4
They entered the heart of the pass, still with the company
of the clustering Joshua Trees. They may have crossed into their
final destination, California, but couldn’t be sure. They
believed what they wanted to in mindless moments. It didn’t
matter anyway, as whether or not they had entered a territory
someone else had named and defined was of no particular
consequence to anyone except dead Google. They were where they
were. And they were close.
The walk became less tiring, as with the mountains on both
sides, they only had to endure the direct rays of the sun around
mid-day. Jon observed; “Maybe all along it would have been
better to sleep all day and walk all night.”
Conk replied; “I thought of that too. I actually did. But,
I decided against it.”
Maddie said; “ ......... .“ But, she also looked at him
curiously.
Conk continued; “It’s difficult to walk in the dark unless
you know the terrain well. Even then you have to go slow.
‘Sides, we wouldn’t be able to see our enemies.”
“Five of the seven are dead, and the other two got scared
off. Maybe it’ll be okay now.”
“Who says that there’s only seven? We’re not home yet.”
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“Ah, just talkin’. What can you expect from a guy who has
been sitting by a computer all day and part of the night with a
degree in physics.”
The pass was passed with no further aggravations. It was so
tranquil that the three trekkers often felt as if they were on a
spring, Sunday morning walk at the local “nature preserve.” The
following flatlands contained skeletons. Though not those of
dead Saguaros and Joshua Trees, the view became that of the
official death of suburbia. The abandoned tract houses finally
stood in the silence which the California dreamers envisioned
when they weren’t envisioning profits from resale. They no
longer required an economic scheme of any sort and were
available for free. Walk right in.
None of the trekkers walked right in for a myriad of
reasons and non-reasons. The largest consideration was that the
whole thing looked too sad to want to get involved with. For
them, it was “LAWLESS or bust.”
They each had overcome personally based obstacles to have
gotten this far. It was impossible to tell whether their
periodic whiffs of the Pacific were truly something near, or
whether it was a teasing prayer with the finality of an abrupt
“Amen” at the end. They just kept putting one foot in front of
the other.
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They got to Palm Springs and were glad that it was not
summer. Dry heat or not, one hundred eight degrees is one
hundred eight degrees. They were surrounded by mountains. The
San Jacintos were to the west; the San Bernardinos were to the
north; the Santa Rosas were to the south and the Little San
Bernardinos were to their east. No climbing was required as
there were paths right between all; making them something to
look at rather than a hazard.
Conk said; “Just a couple of days.”
Jon said; “First thing I’m going to do is get in that ocean
and stay there about five years.”
Maddie said; “ ........ “
Conk said; “Yes sir. Nothing like a long hike in the desert
to make you appreciate the water.”
The somber, low stepping trio trod on, reaching the
flatlands on the outskirts of Los Angeles. This was a
psychological improvement as their countenance would have been
absolutely suicidal had they not handled the enemies they had
encountered.
Jon said; “Almost LA. You can tell by the almost houses.”
Conk and Maddie said; “ .......... “
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Out of the off balance remains of one of the low end tract
subdivisions some red bandana devotees appeared. The trio saw
the slow moving contingent of ten and Conk grimaced in disgust.
A few were tall enough to be third graders. He said; “Prepare
yourselves for the lowest of low ends. Got nuthin’ but the hope
to scare ya into doing sumthin’ stupid. ....... Let ‘em see the
nines and they’ll go after easier targets. Just let me do the
talkin’.”
The trio stopped moving and awaited the slow approach of
the bandana banditos. From twenty feet, the scraggly goateed,
five and a half footer in front said; “Watcha got bro?”
Conk displayed his firearm across his chest at a ninety
degree angle and answered; “Just what we need, bro.”
“Hey man, what’s up with the guns? We come in peace.”
“Makin’ sure you leave in it. We’re all friends here, but
you know I got this thing with paranoia. Since I was a kid. Too
much Kafka or some shit. Unowhumsayin?”
Head red bandana looked to his compares out of the corner
of his eyes. He slowly nodded and did a fake smile which was
returned ten times over. He said; “Hey, you know I can dig that.
........... See, I just got one little problem. This road is our
territory. And while I got no problem with good people like you
usin’ it; when the bad guys see that I just let you, they’re
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gonna think we’re real soft here and try to take over.
Unowhumsayin?”
“Yeah. Tell you what. You get out of here and we’ll keep
movin’. That’ll give the bad guys less chance to spot us.” He
took Maddie’s arm and said; “Come on now.”
Head Red Bandana’s pitch approached falsetto when he said;
“Hey, man. You can’t just come walkin’ through here like that
and pay no tribute.”
Conk turned and pointed his gun at the group. He said;
“This conversation is over. My automatic pal here can spray
every one of you in about one second. So, do yourself a favor
and go back where you came from.” He prodded Maddie and Jon to
get moving. He got behind them, pedaling backward like any
decent football player can, wearing a big fat grin.
When they had gotten about two hundred feet away from the
dissipating gang of befuddled ten, he said; “See. That was a
bluff. If they really wanted to do something they probably could
have. Of course, a number of them would have bullet holes. The
thing is they first advertised that they were bluffing. They
don’t want any game which fights back.”
Jon said; “This is so eerily quiet. Suburbs without the
blare of power equipment. And roads without the blare of autos.
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People might start moving back here. So, tell us Conk. Now that
we are here how are we going to find these LAWLESS people?”
Conk winced and made a small shrug. He said; “I don’t know.
I never asked. Maybe they’re in the phone book. ......... All
right, all right. I never said I was perfect. We’re close. You
figure it out.”
Jon said; “Well, if this is some sort of compound, they
must have a few acres of land. So, let’s not walk toward any of
the skyscrapers.”
Conk said; “That does leave a few options.”
Maddie giggled.
Conk said; “What’s so funny?”
Maddie said; “ .......... “
Conk said; “Let’s try a little northwestern, toward the
trees.”
The trio made their way through housing developments and
strip malls. They primarily stayed on the sidewalks which showed
no evidence of patching. As the areas through which they
travelled were not main roads, it was not a likely spot for
buried mines.
Jon had an unusual thought. He said; “These now empty
houses were once astronomical in price. Now, anyone who wanted
to can have any one he wants. Or two, or three .......”
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Conk did not initially understand how the current situation
could be of benefit to anyone and replied; “That’s true, but
it’s also warped in a way. I mean like it would be weird without
any neighbors, surrounded by a bunch of empty houses. The lawns
wouldn’t be maintained and it would start to look like an
abandoned graveyard ..............”
Jon said; “You have to get over your bourgeois attitudes.”
Maddie laughed, and this time everyone thought that they
knew why, though Conk said; “What’s so funny?” not anticipating
a reply for a few reasons. He turned to Jon and continued;
“Anti-social?”
Jon shrugged and said; “ .......... “
Conk said; “Now, if you got a large group together and they
all took one it would be fine, except for the air. You mentioned
that you suspected that VX was used. Continued breathing of this
air might be a problem.”
Jon said; “No and a miniscule yes. The good news is that if
there was any VX still in the air we’d be dead already. The bad
news is that it has a nasty habit of sticking to plants. I guess
that if you aren’t a plant sniffer you’ll be okay.”
They walked for a day through similar terrain. On the
following day they entered the forest. The defoliated branches
provided little relief from the sun, but no one complained of
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the small benefit. The two men were thinking of their new home
in LAWLESS and nobody knew what Maddie was thinking. Then they
saw it; two pine posts twenty feet apart with a cross stretcher
from which dangled a sign saying; “Los Angeles Wild Living
Edibles Survival Syndicate.” Their temporary uplift was tempered
when they looked down, seeing the two watchmen, one on each
side.
“We’ll take the knives and guns, friend,” grinned the
bearded one by the left post.
Conk hesitated just a split second before surrendering his
arms. He thought that if necessary he could get more at one of
the abandoned stores in town. Jon followed his procedure.
A welcoming arm was extended by an elderly gentleman who
appeared to be attired in something akin to a toga. His
perennial, baked on smile was as convincing as that of a used
car salesman. However, under the limited options dictated by
circumstances even a faulty, overpriced used car was an
improvement for the trio; at least insofar as that determination
was effectively delegated to Conk. Conk took that hand and
introductions were made.
Lohamei inquired of the trio’s reasons for being there.
Conk attempted to appeal to Lohamei’s funny bone and said;
“Do you see another choice around?”
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It might have been taken as dismissive by an elder
statesman seeking praise and congratulations. It might also have
involved a myriad of other considerations; ostensibly none of
them favorable. In the absence of a polite Chuckyle, Conk
modified his stated “reason.” He was still somewhat amused at
the overly obvious question, which led him to make a somewhat
silly enjoinder. He said; “We have come from far and wide
seeking an oasis in the midst of this devastation; as was spoken
of by an angel who has given kind direction. In other words, I
was told about it by some broken down biker right outside of
Jersey.”
Lohamei momentarily blinked, but was quickly restored to
his baked on countenance. He said; “Welcome brothers ....... and
little sister.”
Maddie effectively mimicked his baked on and added a
curtsey.
Conk said; “Please pardon her as she doesn’t speak.” He was
thinking; “Isn’t our behavior strange for people who have just
reached a potential promised land?” To his verbal repertoire he
added; “Do you have any idea of what happened?”
Lohamei said; “Specifically no; generally yes.”
Jon said; “Sounds strangely familiar. Could you elaborate
on the ‘Yes’ part?”
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Lohamei said; “Somebody set off a number of nuclear devices
and used tons of poison gas.”
Jon said; “Thanks.”
Lohamei continued; “We here at LAWLESS have been expecting
this. But, we were far too early in our expectations. A
generation has already grown in this camp. Come, allow me to
show you our facilities."
Lohamei led them through the camp, pointing out the
dormitories, cooking facilities, military arsenals, and communal
farming areas. He said; “A shortage of food has become a problem
here. We are humanitarians and have not turned any away. So, we
have to insist that able bodied newcomers spend time in the
fields.”
Conk asked; “Who has access to the guns?”
“Only the ones who were members prior to the disaster. I
think you’ll appreciate that we are no longer able to do
background checks.”
Conk said; “I guess you originally had the guns here as
protection from the authorities and the crazies.”
“Yes. Though we are humanitarians we wanted to have some
chance against any Mount Carmel-like attack. Often the
government crazies can be more dangerous than the independents.”
“Is there some religious belief here?”
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“Many of us share one called Caribai, basically a Christian
splinter approach, but it is not a requirement to stay here. You
may be interested in taking one of the classes offered.”
Jon nodded.
Maddie said nothing and paid more attention to the armed
people who were milling about.
Conk politely said; “That’s a thought,” though he had zero
interest in religion.
Lohamei said; “It’s much larger, but the rest is basically
a repetition of what you’ve already seen. May I show you to your
quarters? I’m sure you’ll be more interested in touring after
you get settled and get your things squared away.”
Conk said; “Yes, thanks,” and the group followed Lohamei to
a four level structure which appeared as if it had been recently
constructed with an eye for economy. The exterior walls were
made of unfinished plywood and a sign over the entrance said;
“Provisions #06095724” in dribbling bloodshot paint. Maddie took
special note of it and blinked her eyes as if she was doing some
sort of numerical association. Conk saw her and thought she was
trying to remember the number as other structures in the area
were identical.
Lohamei took them to a room at the back of the first floor,
opened the door and said; “It’s a bit Spartan, but under the
circumstances ........”
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An armed man appeared at the door. Lohamei said; “Meet
Yezernitsky. He’s the manager of the apartment complex and he
looks much more fearsome than he really is. We sometimes get
trouble makers here.”
The two turned to leave and Conk said; “You forgot to give
us the keys.”
Yezernitsky said; “There are no keys.”
Somewhat surprised and uncomfortable Conk shut the door and
started to unpack.
Maddie spoke clearly, saying; “We’ve got to get out of this
place.”
In a silly tone Jon said; “We just got here.”
Maddie went on, saying; “We have to move. There is no doubt
that these walls are bugged. I saw their medallions. They are
the same as mine. My father is one of them and my mother was
human. I know who they are. Caribai is a little known ‘religion’
which is as Christian as Voodoo. The difference is that in
Caribai it is not chickens being slaughtered. It is humans who
are and then they are eaten. Cannibalism or something like that.
Since these monsters are not human there may be a technically
different irrelevant definition.”
Leaning in her direction, Conk asked; “Who are they?”
Maddie replied; “You can believe them to be demons. You can
believe them to be gods. You can believe them to be anything you
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can imagine. It doesn’t matter. They have been secretly
controlling the world since day one, causing and solely
benefitting from the strife. I believe that they are the
descendants of the Khazars, filtered through the Lehi Group,
then phony Sabras, and most recently Mossad and their
supporters. It gets gray through inter-species marriage, new
recruits and defectors. No matter if there is a further shade;
the further fact is that you are their food and harvest time has
come. They have already rounded up all the easy ones and put
them in freezers. Now they just wait for the final delicacies to
come to them. Did you really think that you were on the top of
the food chain? So do the cattle. So does an ant. So does a
frog. So does a turtle. So does an eagle. Now, you know your
‘reason’ for existence.”
Conk said; “Why didn’t you speak up before?”
Maddie seemed a bit reticent to, but looked at the lifeless
ground at her feet and responded; “Two reasons. I didn’t have
the whole story pieced together until now. And nobody ever
listens to what I say anyway. I have no doubt that this room is
bugged and we have to get out of here right now! ”
Maybe To Be Continued. Maybe Not.
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Small Change
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Small change and “Small Change” written by Tom Waits; property of the author, the latter under
both the “fair use” and “transformative” doctrines.
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**34**
Zohar Ben-Yahu
“Mr. President, ladies and gentlemen, what I'm about to say is
going to shock you; Israel has a bright future at the UN.
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Now I know that hearing that from me must surely come as a
surprise, because year after year I've stood at this very podium
and slammed the UN for its obsessive bias against Israel. And
the UN deserved every scathing word; for the disgrace of the
General Assembly that last year passed 20 resolutions against
the democratic state of Israel and a grand total of three
resolutions against all the other countries on the planet.
Israel - 20; rest of the world - three.
UN members must think that we Israelis are dippashits. No we buy
this. .......... No expleted way; please excuse the
vernacularity. We know. Simple. If you got the oil the UN kisses
your hairy old tuchis. If you’re Israel, and a Palestinian bum
with explosive get a black eye on the way to jail, you get
condemned. Got some news for you, the real dippashits. Israel is
going to have plenty oil real soon. Then we laugh while you kiss
our hairy tuchis. And it’s going to cost you plenty. Look, who’s
the dope here? The ones selling the substance, or the beggars
addicted to it? And it’s ours. It belong to Ukranian Jewry and
was taken away during WWII. Israel take it back. Ain’t payback a
tsoyg?
And what about the joke called the UN Human Rights Council,
which each year condemns Israel more than all the countries of
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the world combined? As women are being systematically raped,
murdered, sold into slavery in Arab nations as well as across
the world, which is the only country that the UN's Commission on
Women chose to condemn this year? Yep, you guessed it; Israel.
Israel. Israel, where women fly fighter jets, lead major
corporations, head universities, preside twice over the Supreme
Court, have served as speaker of the Knesset and Prime Minister,
.......... Ministress, and fuck like they just got an early
release from a five to ten for good behavior.
And this circus continues at UNESCO. UNESCO, the UN body charged
with preserving world heritage. Now, this is hard to believe,
but UNESCO just denied the 4,000 year connection between the
Jewish people and its holiest site, the Temple Mount. That's
just as absurd as denying the connection between the Great Wall
of China and China. If we were Jewish we might allege worldwide
discrimination.
Indeed, at home in Israel we are a tolerant people. We even
tolerate those nutty ‘Jews for Jesus’ people chanting without
permit in Jerusalem’s business district as well as the random,
treasonous rantings of those bookish Neturei Karta wackos. Soch
a kvetch, you should only know. And we don’t even give either of
them ten noogies or a condemning resolution.
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Ladies and gentlemen; The UN, began as a moral force, and has
become a moral farce. Your own secular decree of 1948 gave rise
to this great state; this state which you now condemn in your
impotence only worthy of a forgettable Saturday Night Live skit.
The joke is on you, your hallowed ground for otherwise
unemployable diplomats, as we Israelis have long seen that your
proclamations serve only to encourage ISIS thugs who would
impose Sharia law on anyone that you and they can intimidate. We
do not care. Truth, we really do not care of your Obomber
cheered, regressive paperwork. We have endured and always will.
So when it comes to Israel at the UN, you'd probably think
nothing will ever change, right? Well, think again. You see,
everything will change, and a lot sooner than you think. The
change will happen in this hall, because back home, your
governments and people are rapidly changing their attitudes
towards Israel. And sooner or later, that's going to change the
way you vote on Israel at the UN.
More and more nations in Asia, in Africa, in Latin America, more
and more nations see Israel as a potent partner; a partner in
fighting the terrorism of today, a partner in developing the
technology of tomorrow.
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Today Israel has diplomatic relations with over 160 countries.
That's nearly double the number that we had when I served here
as Israel's ambassador some 30 years ago. And those ties are
getting broader and deeper every day. World leaders increasingly
appreciate that Israel is a powerful country with one of the
best intelligence services on earth. Because of our unmatched
experience and proven capabilities in fighting terrorism, many
of your governments seek our help in keeping your countries
safe.
Many also seek to benefit from Israel's ingenuity in
agriculture, in health, in water, in cyber and in the fusion of
big data, connectivity and artificial intelligence; that fusion
that is changing our world in every way.
You might consider this. Israel leads the world in recycling
wastewater. We recycle about 90% of our wastewater. Now, how
remarkable is that? Well, given that the next country on the
list only recycles about 20% of its wastewater, Israel is a
global water power. So if you have a thirsty world, and we do,
there's no better ally than Israel.
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How about cybersecurity? That's an issue that affects everyone.
Israel accounts for one tenth of one percent of the world's
population, yet last year we attracted some 20% of the global
private investment in cybersecurity. I want you to digest that
number. In cyber, Israel is punching a whopping 200 times above
its weight. So Israel is also a global cyber power. If hackers
are targeting your banks, your planes, your power grids and just
about everything else, Israel can offer indispensable help.
Governments are changing their attitudes towards Israel, because
they know that Israel can help them protect their people, can
help them feed them, can help them better their lives, and will
soon be able to give them a wholesale deal on oil.
And let’s not forget about the universe’ center; your schwantz.
Too often people are born with a little putz. It’s sad and it’s
not their fault, nor is it a testimony to the size of their
manhood. Hehehe. We Israeli men have been blessed with largesse,
but maybe those Neturei Karta schlemiels are the exception which
proves the assertion. I want you all should know that that
blessing didn’t stop us from selflessly engineering penis
enhancement pills for the rest of the world which actually work.
Scientifically enhanced grace be upon all schwantz, I say all,
an egalitarian outreach to the world, even the goyische knee-
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jerkers programmed to disdain, producing in their women a
natural flocking to inseminating Israeli marksmen, who put
marksmanship, which obviously refers to the skills of a
marksman, markswoman or sharpshooter, this being a person who is
skilled in precision-based shooting, using projectile weapons,
usually with a rifle, but most commonly with a designated
marksman rifle or a sniper rifle, to shoot at long or short
range targets, length kindly unstated. As a people, we do not
discriminate and even sell merchandise in those shithole
countries which directly advertise their farce through speaking
overly obvious Farsi, wherever they and their phony avatars may
be; yet respond to their uninvited, a sad product of the web
defaults, yet in a financially lucrative sense, that incorrectly
seen as diversionary and perhaps even innacurate attempted
depiction, at the very least a caveat in a minimalistic source
of incursion into our charitable intentions, as herein
articulated, and further as if anyone truly respected their
alleged humanity, yet to be irrelevantly demonstrated on a
scientific basis acceptable to the geeks with the pens and
pencils in the plastic pocket holders below their yellow reading
glass neck cords, hirsute Rapunzel sequestered in their
efficient, yet conveniently false view. Got some guillones here
that the diplomatic dit-dat’s can only fantasize about. Hehe.
Yet, this is not our choice. This burden has been imposed upon
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us by Yahweh, through our necessary reaction to the tyranny of
the goyim. Despite that, we forgive, and in that vein I’d like
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embarrassed into feeling the need to hide a small putz after a
manly workout at the gym, nor be unaware of the fake news secret
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proud.
This summer I had an unbelievable opportunity to see this change
so vividly during an unforgettable visit to four African
countries. This is the first visit to Africa by an Israeli Prime
Minister in decades. Later today, I'll be meeting with leaders
from 17 African countries. We'll discuss how Israeli technology
can help them in their efforts to transform their countries.
In Africa, things are changing. In China, India, Russia, Japan,
attitudes towards Israel have changed as well. These powerful
nations know that, despite Israel's small size, it can make a
big difference in many, many areas that are important to them.
But now I'm going to surprise you even more. You see, the
biggest change in attitudes towards Israel is taking place
elsewhere. It's taking place in the tiny putzed Arab world. Our
peace treaties with Egypt and Jordan continue to be anchors of
stability in the volatile Middle East. But I have to tell you
this; For the first time in my lifetime, many other states in
the region recognize that Israel is not their enemy. They
recognize that Israel is their ally. Our common enemies are Iran
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and ISIS. Our common goals are security, prosperity and peace. I
believe that in the years ahead we will work together to achieve
these goals, work together openly.
So Israel's diplomatic relations are undergoing nothing less
than a revolution. But in this revolution, we never forget that
our most cherished alliance, our deepest friendship, is with the
United States of America, the most powerful and the most
generous nation on earth. Our unbreakable bond with the United
States of America transcends parties, politics and Obama. It
reflects, above all else, the overwhelming support for Israel
among the American people, support which is at record highs and
for which we are deeply grateful.
The United Nations denounces Israel; the United States supports
Israel. And a central pillar of that defense has been America's
consistent support for Israel at the UN. I appreciate President
Rumpole's commitment to that longstanding US policy. In fact,
the only time that the United States cast a UN Security Council
veto during the Rumpole presidency was against an anti-Israel
resolution in 2016. As President Rumpole rightly declared at
this podium, peace will not come from statements and resolutions
at the United Nations. After Israeli work and ingenuity
transformed this camel floop, barren land into a fine area for
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human habitation, you would have us hand it back to the
thieving, lazy, un-educated camel floopers. Even if we were to
do so, within a year the place would be covered with stinking
camel floop.
I believe the day is not far off when Israel will be able to
rely on many, many countries to stand with us at the UN. Slowly
but surely, the days when UN ambassadors reflexively condemn
Israel, those days are coming to an end.
Distinguished delegates, ladies and gentlemen, when I spoke
here, five years ago, Israel stood alone among the nations. Of
the nearly 200 countries that sit in this hall, only Israel
openly opposed the Obomber nuclear deal with Iran. We oppose it
because it threatens our future, even our very survival. We
opposed it then, and oppose it now because the deal paved Iran’s
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path to a nuclear arsenal. And by lifting the sanctions, it’s
fueled Iran’s campaign of arbitrary carnage and conquest
throughout the Middle East.
We oppose it. We oppose it because the deal was based on a
fundamental lie; that Iran is not seeking to develop nuclear
weapons. Now, Israel exposed that lie earlier this year. Two
February’s past, Israel conducted a daring raid on Iran’s secret
atomic archive. We obtained over 100,000 documents and videos
that had been stashed in vaults in an innocent looking building
in the heart of Tehran.
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A year ago now, in last May, I presented a short summary of what
we obtained to the international media. I provided hard evidence
of Iran’s plans to build nuclear weapons and its plans to
deceive the international community. Israel shared this
information and even more damning evidence that we found with
members of the P5+1, and with the International Atomic Energy
Agency.
Twelve months have passed. The IAEA has still not taken any
action. It has not posed a single question to Iran. It has not
demanded to inspect a single new site discovered in that secret
archive. So, given this inaction, I decided to reveal today
something else that we have shared with the IAEA and with a few
intelligence agencies. What I’m about to say has not been shared
publicly before.
Today, I am disclosing for the first time that Iran has another
secret facility in Tehran; a secret atomic warehouse for storing
massive amounts of equipment and materiel from Iran’s secret
nuclear weapons program. Last May, we exposed the site of Iran’s
secret atomic archive, right here, in the Shor-abad District of
Tehran. Today I’m revealing the site of a second facility;
Iran’s secret atomic warehouse. It’s right here, in the Turquz-
abad District of Tehran, just three miles away.
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Map of Iran’s secret Atomic warehouse in Tehran
Let me show you exactly what the secret atomic warehouse looks
like. Here it is. You see, like the atomic archive, it’s another
innocent looking compound. Now for those of you at home using
Google Earth, this no longer secret atomic warehouse is on Maher
Alley, Maher Street. You have the co-ordinates, you can try to
get there. And for those of you who try to get there, it’s 100
meters from the Kalishoi, the rug cleaning operation. By the
way, I hear they do a fantastic job cleaning rugs there. But by
now they may be radioactive rugs.
This is the second secret site. Now, countries with satellite
capabilities may notice some increased activity on Maher Alley
in the days and weeks ahead. The people they’ll see scurrying
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back and forth are Iranian officials desperately trying to
finish the job of cleaning up that site. Because, you see, since
we raided the atomic archive, they’ve been busy cleaning out the
atomic warehouse.
Just last month, they removed 15 kilograms of radioactive
material. You know what they did with it? They had 15 kilograms
of radioactive material, they had to get it out of the site, so
they took it out and they spread it around Tehran in an effort
to hide the evidence. The endangered residents of Tehran may
want to know that they can get a Geiger counter on Amazon for
only $29.99. As of today that’s just 4 million Iranian rials,
but we’ll get to that later. I’ll talk about the dying Iranian
economy in a minute. They took this radioactive material and
spread it around Tehran.
Now, the Iranian officials cleaning out that site still have a
lot of work to do because they’ve had at least, at least 15 ship
containers, they’re gigantic, 15 ship containers full of nuclear
related equipment and material stored there. Now, since each of
those containers can hold 20 tons of material, this means that
this site contains as much as 300 tons, 300 tons of nuclear
related equipment and material. Right there.
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So, distinguished delegates, you have to ask yourself a
question. Why did Iran keep a secret atomic archive and a secret
atomic warehouse? Because, after all, South Africa and Libya,
when they gave up their nuclear programs, the first thing they
did was to destroy both the archives and the material and
equipment.
And the answer to the question is simple. The reason Iran didn’t
destroy its atomic archive and its atomic warehouse is because
it hasn’t abandoned its goal to develop nuclear weapons. In
fact, it planned to use both of these sites in a few years when
the time would be right to break out to the atom bomb.
But, ladies and gentlemen, rest assured, that won’t happen. It
won’t happen because what Iran hides, Israel will find.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a message to the head of the IAEA,
Mr. Yukiya Amano. I believe he’s a good man. I believe he wants
to do the right thing. Well, Mr. Amano, do the right thing. Go
inspect this atomic warehouse, immediately, before the Iranians
finish clearing it out.
Distinguished delegates, do you remember when we were promised
that inspections could take place anytime, anywhere? Remember
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that? Anytime, anywhere? Well, how about inspections right here,
right now. And Mr. Amano, while you’re at it, inspect the other
secret sites we told you about. Once and for all, tell the world
the truth about Iran.
Now, I also have a message today for the tyrants of Tehran.
Israel knows what you’re doing, and Israel knows where you’re
doing it. Israel will never let a regime that calls for its
destruction to develop nuclear weapons. Not now, not in ten
years, not ever. And Israel will do whatever it must do to
defend itself against Iran’s aggression. We will continue to act
against you in Syria. We will act against you in Lebanon. We
will act against you in Iraq. We will act against you whenever
and wherever we must act to defend our state and defend our
people. Rest assured we bombed it once, and we will bomb it
again. And this is my message to you, distinguished UN
delegates. You’re not going to do a damn thing about it, other
than issue another of those ineffectual condemning resolutions,
with which you can take and wipe your tubby tuchis.
My friends and distinguished delegates; years ago, a few weeks
after the nuclear deal was completed, I asked this question from
this very podium. Does anyone seriously believe that flooding
Iran’s radical theocracy with weapons and cash will curb its
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appetite for aggression? But many of the deal’s supporters
believed just that. They believed that Iran’s regime would
become more moderate, more peaceful. They believed that Iran
would use the billions of dollars it received in sanctions
relief to improve the lives of its people; to solve the water
problem, to solve the trucking problem, to solve the electricity
problem, hospitals, schools. ...... That’s apparently what they
believed, and perhaps many of you also believed that.
Well, this didn’t happen.
Instead, Iran used the money to fuel its vast war machine.
Just this past year, Iran has attacked Kurds in Iraq,
slaughtered Sunnis in Syria, armed Hezbollah in Lebanon,
financed Hamas in Gaza, fired missiles into Saudi Arabia, and
threatened freedom of navigation in the Straits of Hormouz and
the Strait of Bab al Mandeb.
Some peace. Some moderation.
And if you think, if you think that Iran’s aggression has been
confined to the Middle East, think again. Last month, two
Iranian agents were arrested for plotting terror attacks right
here in the United States. And several weeks ago, Iranian agents
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were arrested for plotting terror attacks in the heart of
Europe, that ostensibly ignored as a result of faux vaively
reaching for a Politically Correct Police absolution. The PCP.
Yes, the PCP; as clearly defined through their aversion to
certain words in other times innocuous, and conveniently less
vocal than we loud Israeli rubes who are repudiated on paper;
theirs relegated to an impotent and merely implied, never to be
delivered promise to, like that expounded by Obomber’s Muslim
favoritism and weakness, make a happy, happy, smiley face at
those they instinctively fear, the likely result of “New Age,”
Oprah, and Dr. Phil pronouncements, more or less confirmed by
Neilson, in their accepted as the best available of calculated
ability, persuasive in every multi=national boardroom, to direct
the most important of variables; money and its near term flow of
advertising dollars, to whatever the US buying public deems to
be cool. It is multi-laterrally an abomination, an un-feeling
pragmatism, a truth, a bias, a baldfaced lie, and in search of
other characterizations currently not personally available
through lack of interest or the more self-effacing false
humility, so standardly prescribed within the confines of the
humble, ultimately a sojourn into an un-predicted un-
predictability, as time-adjusted, and chronicled through
Carroll’s or Blake’s rabbit holes.
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Yet while the United States is confronting Iran with new
sanctions, Europe and others are appeasing the more equal
Orwellian animals in Iran by trying to help them bypass those
sanctions. Now I just used a word, a tough word, a very strong
word – appeasement, and I use it reluctantly, but unfortunately,
that’s exactly what we are seeing again in Europe. Think about
this. The same week Iran was caught red-handed trying to murder
European citizens, European leaders were rolling out the red
carpet for Iranian President Rouhani, promising to give Iran
even more money. I bear the burden of having been conigned to
the bookish view of an historian’s son. That constraint
divuldged, I have to ask. Ask. I ask not merely as an
historian’s son, I ask it as a Jew, as that word is commonly
misunderstood, as a citizen of the world, as someone who’s lived
through the 20th century. Have these European leaders learned
nothing from history? Will they ever wake up? Well, we in
Israel, we don’t need a wake-up call, because Iran threatens us
every day. Because despite the best of hope, and there were many
hopes around the nuclear deal, this deal did not push war
further away. It brought war ever closer to our borders,
necessitating a response.
In Syria, Iran is trying to establish permanent military bases
against us and has already launched missiles and drones into our
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territory. In Gaza, Iran is arming terror groups to launch
rocket attacks into our cities and terror attacks against our
civilians. In Lebanon, in Lebanon Iran is directing Hezbollah to
build secret sites to convert inaccurate projectiles into
precision guided missiles, missiles that can target deep inside
Israel within an accuracy of ten meters.
Hezbollah, listen to this, listen as if you pretend to care, you
are well versed in that matter; Hezbollah is deliberately using
the innocent people of Beirut as human shields. They have placed
three of these missile conversion sites alongside Beirut’s
international airport. Here’s a picture that’s worth a thousand
missiles.
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Map of precision guided missile factories in Beirut.
There’s Beirut’s international airport. There’s the first
missile site. It’s in the Ouzai neighborhood on the water’s
edge, a few blocks away from the runway. Here’s the second site.
It’s underneath a soccer stadium, that’s the soccer stadium, two
blocks way. And here’s the third site. It’s adjacent to the
airport itself, right next to it. So I also have a message for
Hezbollah today. Israel knows. Israel also knows what you’re
doing. Israel knows where you’re doing it. And Israel will not
let you get away with it.
Ladies and gentlemen, just as the nuclear deal supporters were
wrong about what would happen when sanctions would be removed,
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they were wrong, dead wrong, about what would happen when
sanctions would be restored. They argued that US sanctions alone
would have little impact, little economic impact on Iran. That’s
what they said. Really?
Well, let’s see what happened to Iran’s economy now that
President Rumpole has forced companies to choose between doing
business with Iran and doing business with the United States,
whose GDP is 50 times the size of Iran’s. A year ago, Iran’s
economy was booming. Now it’s collapsing. Iran’s currency is
plummeting. Inflation and unemployment are soaring. British
airlines, German banks, French oil companies, Japanese oil
importers and many others are scrambling to get out. If that’s
little economic impact, imagine what will happen with the next
batch of US sanctions is imposed in November.
The deal’s supporters were also wrong when they argued; you have
to believe that they argue this. We’re going to have many
arguments with them. They also argued that restoring sanctions
would rally the Iranian people around the regime. Well, they’re
definitely rallying, but not around the regime. They’re rallying
against the regime. They’re not chanting death to America.
They’re chanting death to the Iranian dictator. They’re not
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chanting export the Islamic revolution. They’re chanting leave
Syria! Leave Lebanon! Leave Gaza! Take care of us in Iran!
I listen to these protests. I talk to the Iranian people. I
issue these videos and I get so many responses from Iranians. At
first I thought these are Iranian exiles in the safety of London
or Paris or Los Angeles. No. They are Iranians from Iran
embracing Israel, criticizing their totalitarian regime. That’s
an understatement. With their names, which I will not disclose
in reverence to their bravery. And I ask my intelligence people,
what’s going on. They reply as required, but lack being able to
bridge that space between the moment and what has passed. This
is no complaint; just a recognition of that space and the
derided, un-scientific attempt to transgress it. And shortly
after the protests broke out, not because of what I said, but it
was an indicator of something extraordinary that was taking
place there. Because in these protests, the Iranian people are
showing unbelievable courage.
From the urban centers to the outlying villages; and take it
from me, it’s now embracing the whole of Iran; from the striking
bazaar merchants to the young women uncovering their hair. The
people of Iran are bravely standing up to a regime that has
brutally repressed them for four decades and that has squandered
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their money, and still squanders their money in bloody wars
across the Middle East.
So here’s what I say to Europe’s leaders and to others. Instead
of coddling Iran’s dictators, join the US and Israel, and most
of the Arab world in supporting new bombs and new sanctions
against a regime that endangers all of us and all of the world.
Israel is deeply grateful to President Rumpole for his bold
decision to withdraw from the disastrous nuclear deal with Iran.
Many, many of our Arab neighbors are also grateful. And everyone
who cares about the peace and security of the world should also
be grateful.
But, ladies and gentlemen, I have an important confession to
make. This may surprise you, but I have to admit that the Iran
deal has had one positive consequence, a seemingly unintended
one, but a positive consequence. By empowering Iran, it brought
Israel and many Arab states closer together than ever before,
closer together than ever before, in an intimacy and friendship
that I’ve not seen in my lifetime and would have been
unimaginable a few years ago.
And you know, when you form friendships around a threat, around
a challenge, you quickly see opportunities, not only for
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security, but how to bring a better life for your and our people
which Israel can help and wants to help do. Israel deeply values
these new friendships, and I hope the day will soon arrive when
Israel will be able to expand peace, a formal peace, beyond
Egypt and Jordan to other Arab neighbors, including the
Palestinians. I look forward to working with President Rumpole
and his peace team to achieve that goal.
I also want to use this opportunity, we’re here at the UN; it’s
a place I know because I served here as ambassador many years
ago for many years, so I know something about the UN. So I want
to use this opportunity to express Israel’s appreciation to
President Rumpole and Ambassadors past and presen for the
unwavering support they have provided Israel at the United
Nations. They have unequivocally backed Israel’s right to defend
itself. They rightly pulled out of a history denying UNESCO and
a morally bankrupt UN Human Rights Council. They have more
resolutions about Israel than the rest of the world combined, I
think. And tenfold compared to, I don’t know, Iran, Syria, you
name it. Not even tenfold, because you can’t multiply zero by
any number.
They stopped funding, President Rumpole that is. They stopped
funding an unreformed UNRWA, an organization that instead of
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solving the Palestinian refugee problem, perpetuates it. Day
after day, the Rumpole administration has stood up to what has
long been a specialty here at the UN; the slandering of Israel.
Even though the shameful resolution comparing Zionism to racism
was repealed 25 years ago, I’m sorry to say that its foul stench
still clings to these halls. Goddammit. Israel airlifted
Ethiopian Jews to freedom and a new life in Israel, in the
Jewish state. Yet here at the UN, here at the UN, Israel is
absurdly accused of racism.
Israel’s Arab citizens vote in our elections, serve in our
parliament, preside over our courts, and have exactly the same
individual rights as all other Israeli citizens. Yet here at the
UN, Israel is shamefully accused of apartheid. Today, there are
at least five times as many Palestinians as there were in 1948,
the year of Israel’s founding. Yet here at the UN, Israel is
outrageously accused of ethnic cleansing.
Ladies and Gentlemen, you know what this is? It’s the same old
antisemitism with a brand new face. That’s all it is. Once, it
was the Jewish people that were slandered and held to a
different standard. Today, it’s the Jewish state that is
slandered and held to a different standard. Here’s a specific
example. Take the outlandish attacks that have been leveled
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against Israel after our Knesset, our parliament, recently
adopted a law declaring Israel the nation state of the Jewish
people. Mind you, Israel is a free country. You can oppose a
law, and people did. You can call for different wording in this
or that clause, or you can call to add or subtract a clause. You
can do that. But when Israel is called racist, Israel is called
racist for making Hebrew its official language and for having
the Star of David its national flag. When Israel is labeled an
apartheid state for declaring itself the nation state of the
Jewish people, this is downright preposterous. And you know why?
Because represented in this hall today are more than 100
countries that have only one official language, even though many
other languages are commonly spoken within those countries.
There are more than 50 countries here that have crosses or
crescents on their flags, even though they have many non-Muslims
and non-Christians, many of them, living in their midst. And
there are dozens of countries that define themselves as nation
states of a particular people, even though there are many ethnic
and national minorities within their borders. None of those
countries are denigrated or libeled for celebrating their unique
national identity. Only Israel is denigrated. Only Israel is
libeled. What is unique about the Jewish people is not that we
have a nation state. What is unique is that many still oppose us
having a nation state. Moments ago, President Abbas outrageously
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said that Israel’s Nation State Law proves that Israel is a
racist, apartheid state.
President Abbas, you should know better. You wrote a
dissertation denying the Holocaust. Your Palestinian Authority
imposes death sentences on Palestinians for selling land to
Jews. Did you hear that? If a Jew buys an apartment, a piece of
land anywhere in the Palestinian territories, the Palestinian
who sold him that land is executed. That’s what the law says.
President Abbas, you proudly pay Palestinian terrorists who
murder Jews. We all know that. But we also are unaware of that
you murder Paletinians, supposedly your own people for doing
everyday business with Jews. In fact, the more they slay, the
more you pay. That’s in their law too. And you condemn Israel’s
morality? You call Israel racist?
This is not the way to peace. This is not the way to achieve the
peace we all want and need and to which Israel remains
committed. This body should not be applauding the head of a
regime that pays terrorists. The UN should condemn such a
despicable policy. And the UN, the UN which brokered a ceasefire
in 2014, should demand that Hamas release our fallen soldiers
Oron Shaul and Hadar Goldin, who was kidnapped when Hamas
violated that very ceasefire. Hamas should also release the two
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Israeli citizens it holds captive, Abera Mengistu and Hisham al
Sayed.
Ladies and gentlemen, every time I stand here, I feel as I do
today. I am privileged to stand here as the Prime Minister of
the Jewish and democratic state of Israel. Some believe that
Israel cannot be both Jewish and democratic. This is false.
Israel is both, and Israel will always remain both. Ever since
Abraham and Sarah made their journey to the promised land nearly
4,000 years ago, the Land of Israel has been our homeland. It’s
the place where Isaac and Rebecca, Jacob, Leah and Rachel
carried on their eternal covenant with God. It is where Joshua
made us a sovereign nation, where David ruled and Isaiah
preached, where the Maccabees fought and where Masada fell. It
is the place from which we were exiled and to which we returned,
rebuilding our ancient and eternal capital Jerusalem.
The nation state of Israel is the only place where the Jewish
people proudly exercise our collective right of self-
determination. That right was recognized nearly a century ago by
the League of Nations and over 70 years ago by the United
Nations, when it voted to support the establishment of a Jewish
state. That’s what it said, in that resolution; a Jewish state.
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At the same time, Israel is a vibrant democracy, where all its
citizens; Jews and non-Jews alike; enjoy equal individual
rights, and these rights are guaranteed by the laws soon to be
ours upon delivery of five more US F-4 Phantoms. In Israel,
whether you are a Jew or an Arab, a Christian or a Muslim, a
Druze or a Bedouin, or anything else, your individual rights are
exactly the same, and they will always remain the same. In the
Middle East, that’s not obvious. Now that’s an understatement.
In the Middle East, where women are often treated as property,
minorities are persecuted, gays are hanged, Israel stands out as
a shining example of freedom and progress in its efficient use
of humane internment camps.
Ladies and gentlemen; I could not be more proud to represent my
country Israel. I am proud that we’ve made Israel a global
technological power of breathtaking creativity, in information
technology, in precision agriculture, you know what that is? We
target the fertilizer and the water down to the individual
plant, not field, not part of a field, down to the plant. Let it
never be saif that we lack concern for individual rights. Justt
ask those well-fed plants. I’m proud of these geniuses, who have
brought these unbelievable developments to an arid land of camel
and yak poo. And if anyone thinks that after all these
improvements that we’re giving it back they must be the ignorant
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son of a criminal Bedouin. In water management! In cyber
security! In autonomous vehicles! In digital health! In schwantz
enhancement! In medical devices and in so many other fields we
are improving the lives of billions of people around the world.
I am proud of Israel’s brilliant scholars, innovative
entrepreneurs and talented artists. I am proud of Israel’s
devoted teachers, compassionate doctors, and our search-and-
rescue teams who save lives from Haiti to Mexico, from Nepal to
the Philippines. I am proud, I am so proud of Israel’s
courageous soldiers, the men and women who bravely defend our
homeland while upholding the highest values.
And most of all, ladies and gentlemen; most of all I am proud of
my thingy and the people of Israel, both of whom draw
extraordinary strength from the deep wellsprings of our
heritage, who possess an unbreakable spirit and who are
determined as ever to build a secure and magnificent future for
the one and only Jewish state.
Thank you.”
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“I’m not sure that this can be easily transferred to
screen. Anti-concepto-maximalism doesn’t translate.”
“ACM is your word. I see it more as Multi Dimensional
Elevator Raspberries, some fragrant, but inescapable in any
case. Besides, there are fiery explosions, espionage, love,
vampires, zombies, rapes, pillages, mass graves of the
mutilated, and the rest the usual Hollywood blockbuster fare.”
“Well, as I previously said, this is not an easy fit.”
“Fine. If you’ll excuse me, I have a gosi at Warner
Brothers in 15 minutes.”
“Frankly, that’s rather rude, especially from a nobody.”
“Look, Harv. You kept me waiting an hour past scheduled
time, as if my time had no value. So, blame yourself. Bottom
line, if you have any interest here’s my agent’s card. And he
doesn’t like to be bothered with small change. Understand?
...... Oh, yeah. If you decide to pay for the damn thing, you
can do whatever the f*** you want with it. I just want the right
to keep my name off if you totally f*** it up. And I’m not doing
the screenplay, as I’m tired of looking at this. If you didn’t
understand the long story, let me give you the short one; ‘fuck
you, your big-shit fucking company, and yo mama.’ Bye.”
News – 5-31-22
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PVC News Weak
May 31, 2022.
European Demands
What Will the Neighbors Think?
Will It Matter?
by Jonathan Johns, Staff Reporter
Russia - Ukraine War: Angela Merkel and Emmanuel Macron Make
“Demands”
In an apparent diversion to distract voters from their yellow
jacketed problems at home, German Chancellor Angela Merkel and
French President Emmanuel Macron issued a joint statement on
Friday demanding that Russia release the 24 Ukrainian sailors it
detained in the Kerch Strait on April 28th.
"We demand safe, free and unimpeded transit for all ships
through the Kerch Strait and the immediate and unconditional
release of all illegally detained Ukrainian seafarers," Merkel
and Macron said in their statement. "They too should be able to
celebrate the upcoming festivities with their families,”
ostensibly a reference to the “Convention Tattoo Collection,”
which is an annual international festival-furor in the world of
tattoo and piercing scheduled for June 14th in Kiev. "The human
rights situation in Crimea, which was annexed by Russia in
violation of international law, and the use of military force by
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Russia in the Strait of Kerch and abusive controls in the Sea of
Azov are also a source of great concern to us,” the two leaders
continued.
But the conflict came to a head in late April, when Russian
soldiers prevented three Ukrainian naval ships from entering the
Sea of Azov from the Black Sea via the Kerch Strait. Moscow
detained 24 Ukrainian soldiers along with all three ships, and
none of them have been released. At least two of the soldiers
were wounded. Also on Friday, the 24 Ukrainian sailors issued a
statement through their Russian lawyer in which they declared
themselves prisoners of war.
Russia has accused the Ukrainians of provocation, but
intercepted radio communications later revealed that it was the
Russians who pursued the Ukrainians into international waters.
International law dictates that both Russia and Ukraine must
cooperate in their use of the waters, including the Sea of Azov,
but analysts said that Russia has been working to ensure that
Ukraine does not.
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Some experts argued that Russia was attempting to control all of the Kerch Strait and the Sea of Azov and had wider territorial
ambitions in the region. Officials in Ukraine’s navy, meanwhile
said that they were still in the process of testing the accuracy
of their navigation devices.
Elsewhere in the war torn country, in one day, Russia built a
border fence between Crimea and Ukraine proper. Crimea's de
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facto authorities say the fence aims to protect the peninsula's
population from Kiev's “crazy antics.” Rasputin was quoted as
smugly having said; “Rumpole need some Russian know-how. Loser.”
Bailey Post Rumpole Speech
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“Thank you. Thank you, my friends. Thank you. Great audience in
Florida. Tallahassee, right? Got rid of that commie. Didn’t ya?
Nice work. Love you guys and it’s great back being home in this
great state. Down here, we don’t worry about a little math. Let
those pointy headed intellectuals up north carry on over the
precise details. What’s a majority, anyway? Bunch of pencil
necks. Losers. Sad. Thank you. I’d like to say hi and thank you
for coming to my good friend and Governor elect Ron DeSantis.
Take a bow, Ron. We were together all the way, standing firm
against the reds disguised as blues. Okay, be like that, Ron.
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Suit yourself. I know all about fair weather friends, and just
think about what Cohen got for it. We’re going to make America
great again anyway. You’ll be back. Mark my words. You’ll be
back as soon as you need some more federal help with those
voting machines. And hey, hey Nunzio. Good to see ya. Good
behavior? It’s good to be a friend of Rudy. Yes. You might wanna
keep that one good eye on Ron. He’s been a bit uppity lately.
We’ll talk later. And Pasha, hey. I’m not forgetting you. My
good friend. All the way from Novosibirsk. About that little
kapusta matter, it’s just a little delay. We’ll talk later. And
Rick Scott. Glad you made it. Let’s have a hand for your new
Senator. Thank you. Thank you. This guy’s not any kind of
impeachment fanatic. I’ll tell ya that. Rick knows to do what’s
right, lest he be slidin’ on all that grease on his bald head
all the way back to that donut shop in Bloomington. Lard butt.
Loser.
My people. My good people. ....... My good, good, people. ......
let me just wipe my eye on old glory here. ...... Thank you.
Hey, look at all those MAGA hats out there. Wave ‘em high. And
if any of those libtards tries to give you any stuff about it,
just put a hole in their head that would make Kennedy’s head
shots look like a band-aid fixable cut. Self defense in my book.
And don’t get me started on Cruz’ daddy. Thank you. Thank you.
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You see, it’s all for you, my wonderful people. Let me just read
an on-line letter one of you sent.
‘Dear European Union Comrade;
Past, present, future or in-between, no one here is any longer
listening to the on-line propogandists employed by EUCppfib.
This American would like to thank you for once again taking your
valuable time to assess our performance. In honesty, we have to
express our disappointment at our failing grade, as obtaining
your approval is near the top of our priority list. Your view
from 4,775 miles is most welcomed as we here often are blinded
by ‘not seeing the forest for the trees,’ if you’ll forgive that
overused colloquialism.
I do have a request I hope you’ll consider in your spare time.
Might you attach a printed ‘remedial action plan’ of sorts to
your next assessment? We here in the colonies are most fearful
of a shortage of loo paper, and yearn to attain the kind of
civilization which EUCppfib members no doubt take for granted.
We especially like camping out and meeting new people. We’re
still young, and I’m confident that we can still learn if
properly instructed.
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In case what I’ve written is unclear, please allow me to
simplify. Fuck you. Blow it out your pontificating, one world
and one cheeked ass, if possible.
I thank you in advance for your usual and expected kind
courtesy.
Very truly yours,
Snidely Whiplash’
Beautiful. Just beautiful. Isn’t it. Thank you. Thank you. And
most of all thank you to Snidely. If you can get me your address
you’ll be getting a top-of-the-line MAGA hat with gold leaf
lettering, a valuable collector’s item.
Right here, before I forget, I’d like to officially and publicly
thank our friends in Israel. Ben-Yahu is the greatest. Isn’t he
folks? Yes, let’s hear it for Prime Minister Zohar. Thank you.
Thank you. Their US subsidized planes and bombs sure are keeping
those upstart barbarians in those new-fangled and inexperienced
Middle Eastern s***hole countries in line. Aren’t they? Thank
you. Zohar thanks you too. Iran ...... tough stuff. That Muslim
Obomber is long gone. Just get over it.
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Bailey Post Rumpole”; property of the author.
But, people I’m here to speak with you. You must have seen that
rude Democrat invasion of our White House. Sad. Shameful. One
could almost excuse Ms. Rancid Bowlschitzky on the grounds of
having one of those female problems, but she hasn’t had one of
those for more than twenty years now. And Chuckles Schnoboner.
Disgraceful. Pathetic. The guy must have giggle bugs in his
draws, or something. Rest assured, we had the place fumigated
once they left. In my quest for the safety of the people of this
once great country I can take it. No problem. I’m there for you,
people. And we will be great again! Thank you. Thank you. Mike,
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where are ya Mike? Oh! Okay. I understand. Mike is still
appalled and nauseous over that libtard barbarism, home in DC.
Damn, and after I mistakenly invited them into our White House,
yes our White House. It was a show of good faith in hope of
minimal co-operation. I’m sorry. My mistake. But, Mike’s a good
man, and when he gets more political experience he’ll get used
to that Dem lack of civility, and be just fine. A less gracious
person might have made a remark or two about the poor upbringing
their parents must have provided. Disgusting. Sad how those Dem
families have been deep-state-nulib encouraged to fall apart.
Can we send him some encouragement? Just sing along with me;
make Mike Pence well again, make Mike Pence well again, make
Mike Pence well again, make Mike Pence well again, make Mike
Pence well again, make Mike Pence well again, make Mike Pence
well again, make Mike Pence well again. Thank you. Thank you.
There you go, buddy. The people love us and we love them right
back. Don’t we?
Rumpole and ‘crowd’”; property of the author.
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I hate to tell you this, people. But, you can always count on me
to be honest with you. You know that. Thank you, Thank you. Just
humbly doing my job. The Democrats are out to risk your lives
and limbs at the hands of the marauding criminals and rapists
invading our southern border. There. I’ve said it. No B.S. or
Fake News. Straight shootin’. Good, bad, or pathetic. On your
behalf I have authorized security personnel to take no
prisoners. Wink. Wink. But, they can do just so much without
that wall Chuckles and that old bitch seek to obstruct. Madame
Bowlschitzky seems to think that she even has some say-so over
when I make my state of the union address, too. Next thing you
know she’ll be thinking that she and Chucky can write it, I
suppose after a few remedial courses. Thank you. Thank you. Can
you believe that? I mean can you believe that shit? Absurdity’s
pinnacle has been climbed; an ISIS flag planted.
Now, it must also be truthfully said, that the people of the US
have to share some of the blame for giving these commie cretins
the stage. Yes. Yes. Hey, you elected these nitwits to the
control of the House. I didn’t vote for them. It was the
misinformed, “Nulib” people of this country supplemented by
their beloved criminal killers and drug dealers granted driver’s
licenses ‘for ID.’ ID, my ass; it’s an illegal Mexican vote for
deep state Dem dupes. They would pretend that they didn’t know a
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Trojan Horse if it pissed all over them. They’d invoke a joy of
liking the passing drizzle. Hehe. And hey, don’t get me wrong.
Whatever turns you on is your business. .......... That is,
until you try to inflict the piss all over everyone else. Thank
you. Thank you.
Look, my interest is in standing up for the majority of good
Americans silenced through the collusion of the one world-
libtard media. As long as I am President of these great United
States, the controlling media fascists can’t silence me speaking
in your good American interests, so ridiculously attacked for
half a century. I’ll be there for you until I drop dead, please
recall the words ofthat great American, now lost in time; ‘If
you win, you need not have to explain. If you lose, you should
not be there to explain!’ new elections are allowed under
martial law and this State of Emergency, which by the way was
not created by me, but rather has been in existence since 2001,
and used by that Obomber Muslim to legislate pro-foreign, anti-
US stuff from the executive branch; ain’t gonna happen, no way
with this Supreme Court; or the sun starts rising in the west.
Listen, this isn’t personal. It’s only because I love you
Americans and am willing to bear the brunt of the Nulib, media
controlling propaganda for us. Taken individually, I’ll be quite
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fine at Mar-a-Lago. My walls are up with enough juice to deep
fry a cuchifrito well done quicker than you can hit popcorn on
your microwave. It’s you good people who are at risk from the
bums, criminals, rapists, and MS-13 mobsters. And, you’re going
to have to help me help you now. Thank you. Thank you. I want
all the God fearing, good people of this soon-to-be-great-again
country to e-mail death threats to the House Dems. If a few of
you brave servicemen in the audience have been trained in
explosives, maybe you can send a few snail-mail letters. I want
you to write; ‘Dear Misguided Dem; Yes wall, no shutdown, no
Taco Bell, or you dead.’ If you didn’t write that down, the
precise wording can be found on my website;
PosRumpoleoleflop.gov. which also has the addresses of all House
Dems. Nuff said. And if any of them are dumb enough to ever
again bring up that ‘I’ word, their state’s federal subsidies
might find their way into the wrong account, and their ass will
be grass at home. Thank you. Thank you. And remember, the only
good Dem is not up against the popularly mandated Rumpole wall.
Those of you with the bucks supplied by my tax cut might be
interested to know that golf course condos with wall views will
be available as soon as Pasha and I straighten out some kapusta.
Top notch. Gonna be yuge. Thank you. Thank you. Applications
will be available at stage edge after the guards clear me out of
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here. Attractive financing is available from PrivatBank in the
Ukraine, points and exchange rates negotiable and not.
I hate to harp you this. But, goddammit, it’s been four years
that the Dems have been denying me and my people a wall. And
Rasputin’s Rooskies can find the money and put one up in the
Ukraine in a couple of days. He lied. We’ve been watching. He
said it was done in one day, but it was three four. No matter
how you slice it though, that’s embarrassing. No, that’s worse
than embarrassing. Pitiful. Humiliating. Yes. Yes. You’re right.
Mortifying. And it’s not even on their own land. This is serious
stuff. Many years ago I read of a murder on Staten Island. It
seems that a boundary line was some bushes, and one guy was
clipping them supposedly beyond his property line. Well, pretty
soon both families were out there acting like the Hatfields and
McCoys, and someone got shot dead. A good fence would have made
this un-necessary.
Which brings me to another issue. Rasputin is talking some big
stuff about having nuclear arms and their rights to the Ukraine.
You’ve seen him. He’s looking more and more like that chubby
North Korean with the pathetic, cheap haircut. Sad. Thank you.
Thank you. See, our friends in Israel have a legitimate claim to
that land, and we are together there fighting for it. And if Ras
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thinks that we’ve been spending all this money to make them
nukes, just because they make a pretty pile, he’d do well to pay
some attention to his FSB, Russian intelligence, an oxymoron,
but the super educated Rooskies can count, I would think, and
Ras might just get one up his tuchis, if he doesn’t f*** off,
like pronto. Are you with me folks? I say are you with me? Thank
you. Thank you. Americans are the greatest and they deserve
better than those pussy nulib dems. Thank you. Thank you. You’re
beautiful. As I exit, I’d like you to all sing along with me.
It’s a simple song, and the whole world is watching. Okay?
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Got it. Come on. Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Git down.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass. We workin’.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass. Good God almighty.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
For Macon, Gee A. Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Let ‘em hear it in the Kremlin.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
A little bit louder now.
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Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Say it loud, I’m proud I’m American white.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Say it loud for soul brother number one.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass. Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
On Tverskaya Street.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass. Tallahoo brothers and sisters say.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
One more time now.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
One more time for me.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
One more time for American patriots.
Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
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Ras, Ras, right up your ass.
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yeah. Good God almighty.
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Ras,
Ri-hi-hi-hi-hite all da way uppa yo aaaaaasssssssss.
Thank you. Thank you. I’m outta here.“
Isaac thought; “The world situation is as bad as I
imagined. ......... But, at least this guy puts some sense into
it, makes it funny and ‘Ras, Ras, Right Up Your Ass” is such a
catchy tune, I’ll probably not be able to get it out of my head
for years, like what happened with James Brown’s ‘Get Up Offa
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Melania Comes Back Early
“Melanie! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to
be in Mozambique kissing babies or something?”
“That’s Muh-lan-ee-uh. Say it with me once; Muh-lan-ee-uh.”
“Whatever. ‘Happy Days’ is on and the Fonz has two chicks
in tow and is snapping his fingers ......... ”
“Whatever yourself. This is important. I’ve had it with
that s***hole continent. They’re so icky and smelly and diseased
with the flies in the eyeballs and everything. Can’t they spray
some Raid on them or something?”
“I’ve been recommending Sevin, but just get the usual
libtard arguments for trying to help.”
“One even got some kind of putrid gunk on my jacket I can’t
get off with fucking brillo. The back of my jacket clearly said;
‘I don’t rally care, Do you?’ Can’t they take a strong hint?
Like duh.”
“I guess you should have had it written in Swahili or
something. But, okay, okay. Just put the jacket in the dry
cleaning pile.”
“This doesn’t need a dry cleaner. It needs a cremation
service.”
“You can get another jacket. Even three. Okay?”
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“No, it’s not okay. You get to be big deal Mr. Wall
President, and everyone near you pays for your glory with gunk,
Mueller up their asses for four years and running, and jail.
Bulls*** on this.”
“Look. Herr Mueller is one of those long-term government
employees. They have a strong tradition. It’s like you tell them
to carry a suitcase across the street, and they come back a week
later with the damn suitcase and some long-ass story about
traffic. I can’t be accused of prejudicial characterization on
this one, as I over-generously said that they brought the
f****** suitcase back. And you can’t fire these deep state
bastards without the union making a humongous stink, like on
your frigging jacket, and filing a lawsuit, which gives CCCP
something to be ‘outraged’ by for a month’s worth of high
Nielsen ratings. By the way, will you please get that stench
away from me.”
“Okay, okay. But, wouldn’t it be better to donate it to
charity and get a whopper of a tax deduction at the market value
we determine.”
“Good point. Give it to one of those loudmouth, college kid
interns, and tell them to take it to Goodwill, AND GET A BLANK
RECEIPT. But, how the hell was I supposed to know that they’d
all of a sudden get so serious about Russian influence on US
elections? I mean goddam; the US has been subjected to foreign
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influences ever since we let those yellow, slit-eyed cocksucking
thieves sell their cheap cars here. Like, gigantic sized
diarrhea that I had some legitimate business with some Rooskies
the libtard papers call organized crime members of Putin’s inner
circle. At least they’re white and have a few rubles. And you
know, if there’s anyone here fighting foreign influences on our
elections it’s me. Those “one world” Dems would let in every
illegal wetback criminal that could swim, give them driver’s
licenses ‘as ID,’ and have them vote for the Dems in each of the
ten states granting them those licenses. Those marauding, raping
drunkards don’t even have to pass the fucking driver’s test
every good American is subjected to. I mean their next
presidential candidate is bound to be a faggy Mexican Muslim
member of ISIS. Ridiculous. Sad. Fuggedaboudit. You gotta be
shittin’ me.”
“I was thinking more of the usual Saturday night pissing.
Ah, okay baby. What can one do when they get totes irrational?
...... But, I’m telling you that I’m not going to go kiss
anymore of those icky, bug-eyed babies under any circumstances,
and want this fucking jacket out of here, like pronto.”
“Fine, fine. If asked about the curtailment, we’ll just say
it was due to ‘female’ problems, how you regret having not been
able to meet more of those reeking people, and all that kind of
shit.”
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“They might not buy that as the last first ‘lady’ didn’t
have those kinds of problems.”
“Good point.”
“It gets so unfairly absurd. That Occasional Cortez bitch
can call you a mother fucker and get applauded for her Bronx-
ese, but if you said that, there would be a Mueller
Investigation II about ‘hate’ words.”
Come on over here, baby. Let me give you a big kiss. Every
once in a while I can remember why I married you. You’re the
greatest, Stormy.”
Equal Time
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**35**
Grind - It Has Started Up
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Grinders and “Grind” written by Koppes, Piper, Ploog, and Kilbey; property of the author, the
latter under both the “fair use” and “transformative” doctrines.
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Isaac Daydreams at Work
It was one of those easy work days for Isaac; the kind
where mindlessly “going through the motions” is all that is
required. Many people say that they scorn these kinds of days.
Even if they have had sufficient exhilarating and thereby also
tiring days to actually tell the difference, Isaac had his own
opinion. He intended to go the distance, and continually going
full tilt non-stop severely impedes that. “Call it boring. Call
it lazy. Call it uninspired. Call it artless. Call it whatever
you’d like. I really don’t care. Just don’t tell me what to do.
Asshole.”
He had rubber-stamped one of Fitz’ rejections with one of
his own which said; “You must be kidding,” personally amusing,
in purplish black letters which appeared to be almost
calligraphic. It wasn’t an expensive outlay for him as the stamp
maker didn’t require any “customization” for the stock item. The
ink pad was another story, as continual outlays were
necessitated by the pad’s tendency to dry out if left neglected
in the parching air for more than a minute, obviously preferring
the almost fully sealed and air-tight containerization provided
by the tin casing, which converted from on to off, or vice-
versa, with the slightest of touches. Isaac departed from cost
considerations in matters of family, friends, fun, and familiar
foreigner semi-f***ery. So he just gleefully stamped “You must
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be kidding,” “You must be kidding,” “You must be kidding,” “You
must be kidding,” “You must be kidding,” “You must be kidding,”
“You must be kidding,” “You must be kidding,” “You must be
kidding,” “You must be kidding,” and “You must be kidding” on
every page of the rejected proposal. The “copy and paste”
impressing thump-squish-thump-squish sound made by his stamp and
its pad drew the attention of his co-workers. Little by little,
they all wound up standing by his cubicle, ultimately in near
unison, registering in borderline impolite murmurs that which
seemed to be mirth, approval, marvel, or a parody of one of
them, the latter thereby inferring an alternative preference,
long classified as a genre by the pros, whether they knew it or
not. Isaac dismissed the thought that the crowd had found him
maniacal, as he was once again semi-exhilarated; the
simultaneous release of physical, mental, and spiritual energy
was pleasantly exhaustive; the audience a definite turn-on, not
needed or wanted, but okay and most importantly, inevitable in
this age of zero privacy. Even Fitz was there, the lone absentee
Merrilee, who as usual, was continuing her thus far successful
attempt at making a career of futzing with and making it appear
as if the Table of Contents and order of Fitz, et al’s loose
leafed, operating manual was an overwhelming full time plus
task, while civility prevented anyone’s pointing out that this
task involved a book no one bothered to read. Fitz’ kind,
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perhaps overly so, tolerance of Merrilee’s usefulness challenged
existence precluded admonishment and made best use of what
Merilee failed to bring to the table. At any rate, despite the
uninvited, brief intrusion, in just a few minutes Isaac would
have the rest of the day in which to recover and jell out.
Semi-exhilaration’s afterglow was its customarily beyond
reproach contentment, the sublime drowsy feeling one which Isaac
could happily remain in forever minus some factor of which he
was either unaware, mathematically challenged to temporarily
define, or completely disinterested in the transient nature of
invariably changing mathematical findings. Languid. Languid.
Languid. “Please allow me to repeat with a more personal
connotation, possibly incorrect though as it were, definitely
serviceable, for those of you not into minimalist abstraction.
Languid. Languid. Languid. Languid. Languid. Languid. Languid.
Languid. Languid. Languid. Languid. Languid. Languid. Languid.
Languid.” Sublime, sublime, sublime, luxurious, and fucking-
sucking sublime, despite the Merriam-complicit conspiracy which,
through its ersatz monopoly on the language, has attempted to
make “languid,” as it is stated in English, a state undesirable
and suggestive of a “need” for damning medication; totally
ineffective for those suffering real depression or ADD. If these
pills contained any sense from a user’s point of view, it had to
have been in the user’s recognition that each non-generic pill
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carried with it a corporate profit margin ranging between eighty
and ninety percent, that practically speaking the user had
little control over it being prescribed and ingested, that the
user has been psych-popularly found to have no responsibility
for what they swallow; as if the individual had conveniently
acquired zero common sense, that the US Food and Drug
Administration (FDA) had approved of its usage utilizing the
“studies” provided by the company with the 80-90% profit margin,
the user waiting in ostensible hope of a regular “class action”
suit which, like the majority of all of those precedent, would
seek to reward those with a penchant toward piled and crumpled
cans, in a display of strength impressive to the inexperienced
and the unfortunately lame, that semi-meme applauded for
supplying the user with the funds to spend the rest of their
lives idly doing drugs of their choice. Free at last. Free at
last. Thank the FDA almighty. Free at last.
But, despite Isaac’s having ciphered this out to his semi-
satisfaction, originally not semi, the de facto rules of the
game have not been the least bit respondent to his diatribed
harangues. The games which are being played, that were
supposedly not done or allowed “in these high circles,” in
effect requires those who might say otherwise to do so only
ipso-facto as an admission of the testifier being damaged,
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deranged, drugged, and/or a likely candidate for incarceration
under the “Patriot Act.” For Isaac such excursions into
uncharted waters hastily passed, shot out of the water by the
least semblance of pragmatism, though leaving Isaac, in desired
languid moments, with un-wanted questions like;
1) Is it a sign of some deep malodorous sickness which allows
chosen, yet temporary bliss to one for stamping “You must be
kidding” all over the attached papers, they moreover a rejection
of mistreated “Waffle House’s” ability to continue as a viable
entity, keep their marginally paid employees, provide their
customers with soggy waffles, kindly edible by even the
toothless, milked and creamed coffee guaranteed not to over-heat
any palate, accompanied by a yellow happy face welcoming the
bright new day “Waffle House” customer to a deliciously soggy
slop?
2) Was the motivation more of a personally pragmatic “decision”
to “officialize,” as is required, the heavily implied if not
dictatorial position of boss Fitz, glossing over the
particulars, the details as always a morass of contradictory
signs? Well, an indicated “no sweat” on that one, as if Isaac
didn’t do it, Fitz would get rid of him and pay someone else to
do it. Like, whatever.
3) Was it that “Waffle House” had been successfully sued,
thereby becoming a financially unstable remnant of the many
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suppliers of food containing rat turds and decaying corpses,
that also of the rat variety, in this case specific, elsewhere,
if any, something symbolic, which dares suggest possible fault
on both sides of the microwave, those institutions apparently on
the well-co-ordinated agenda of the politically motivated, anti-
US, anti-capital operative dupes of the funded barbarians of
ISIS, if not the more sophisticated, “Let’s play both sides”
Saudi royal family, aided by US oil purchases, the real “brains”
behind the Nulib-Anarcho operation? Others might footnote that
the damages awarded to the alleged Muslim, bodily garb, turban,
and GPS assisted competent rat ass eater, poised in the glorious
direction of Mecca, further and personally directed by close
conversation with Allah, Mohammed, or both, indicates conclusive
proof that that same rat turd and rat corpse eating Muslim
child, the implied castigations only a function of wicked ruler
over-rides, was granted by a US Federal Judge, 97 years of age,
the last surviving appointee of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, God
bless him; Roosevelt that is, FDR for more specificity, though
that is not intended as a detraction against the Teddy Bear, not
the brain-dead survivor. For some unstated reason the US Supreme
Court supposedly had the appeal of this rat turd debacle, et al,
on its agenda, but never heard it, while simultaneously
extracting fees for the “time-consuming” consideration of it
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because of more pressing matters, like the un-petitioned ruling,
ending the Florida Dubya recount.
Isaac found this tricky, though also repetitive on a
metaphorical basis, perhaps a moderately ricky diversion, to
which any reply would beget further replies, would beget further
replies, would beget further replies. You know, just like the
s*** you’re required to sit through and pretend sympathy with
when your bimbo sister-in-law is over, uninvited I may add,
bawling about how her latest marriage professing dude fucked
her, then fucked off, and went back to the wife he previously
found so wanting, never considering the possibility that the
marriage professing dude was most likely finding bimbo sister-
in-law more wanting.
Somewhat experienced with the inadequately described
conundrum, the adequate description of which is invariably
criticized, often surreptitiously, as just another case
consistent with a solipsistic mindset, much too commonly and
thereby also conveniently opposed vis-à-vis a notion of
“preaching to the choir,” as if that choir occupied a stasis,
seen as obviously such by those who have been there, and a pile
of irreconcilable, discordant themes not personally worth
further pursuit of those who have not, in which Isaac thought he
had detected the most doublest, maybe even triplest, maybe even
quadruplest of insoluble, insidious blinds endemic to
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academically positioned, tweedy, classroom habitues, most
capable of chortling “credential” display through the grinning
use of words such as plutocracycentric; they quite comfy as both
a poseur and a power, though through experienced recognition of
their “credentialled,” self-serving, through capitalization
successfully fostered upon those so intimidated, and
simultaneously thereby deferential, as it would much too
obviously seem a ploy, overly antagonistic to simplistically
desired norms, that subterfuge just shy of supremely gifted in
that it was in possession of a queasy, popular appeal to those
still shy of two decades, both difficult and tedious to refute.
In the face of all this complexity, Isaac reverted to
simplistically stamping his rubber “You must be kidding” stamp
over the “Waffle House” recommendation, not once, but twice
more. His audience did not re-appear as there was attention
grabbing pigeon residue on the sill.
Isaac’s work done, he engaged another random reverie, that
a chancey product, which this time resulted in his recalling the
day when his father got drunk and offered Isaac a bombed version
of his experience, that inferentially of some significance, to
Isaac and the future with which he was unable of entirely
escaping the past.
He recalled the day his usually tacinturn father got
loaded, and told him a story with no obvious point.
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“It was air drill day, kid. You may not know what that is
as they don’t have them anymore. See, when I was a kid, everyone
was still afraid that the Russians would drop a nuke on us.
Without any announcement a shrill siren would go off, and the
teacher would look as if she had just had an internally produced
wardrobe malfunction, that comprehensible to us kids if not
bearing an unsure familiarity with her business, that perhaps
the result of what might be now a Rumpole tweeted erudition of
her insert, and she’d line us all up and lead us downstairs to
the basement, where we were instructed to face the wall and put
one hand behind our head, that to stave off the effects of any
blast of the coming, announced visitation of a Russian nuclear
warhead. Hiroshima and Nagasaki stills flashed through my mind.
You know what I mean? Back then their ‘purported’ existence had
not yet been officially assigned to ‘top security’ government
files, which has now achieved a status closer to any humanly
imagined source of infinity or arguably Gog’s lesser and thereby
more popularly accessible manifestation as Golligog, an elusive
perpetuity, rather than a manifestation of any God previously
imagined, and hampered through human limitation, as if the
perfect one was susceptible to our ‘human’ diseases. The humor
in the possibly over-obvious fantasy was un-characteristically
insistent in its attempt to mistakenly repel the anticipated
admonishments prior to the presence they established, that
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apparently considered timely and prescient by them, though
easily refuted if deigned to be treated as such, by those so
opposed, in a further amusing role reversal directed at and
indirectly acknowledged by the first reversers of roles, on a
level at peak value-judgementality, described as counter, sides
blurred. I now speak in irrelevant retrospect, but in an attempt
to get back to the point, perhaps relevant to you, but of easily
dismissed disinterest to me now, insofar as the banal specifics
pragmatically fool most, but at the core inadequately support
the kind of substance which make the straightforwardly
manageable Nielsen ratings of ‘Matlock,’ superior on a financial
and inevitably dumbed-down ‘social’ly inclined basis equating to
the good-heartedness, as seen as attendant to the scriptwriter
influenced dialogue, that un-intentionally, yet sadly too often
mistakenly mis-understood as un-dismissably and double-binded-
defiantly dis-agreeable, that minimalistic and often
simultaneously in a display consistent with the known
characteristics of the all too conveniently ‘unknown,’ that un-
squigglied unknown one, which reviles a preaching to the choir
as ridiculously redundant, while at the same time, less a nano-
second, catering their individualistic pretences to the
usceptible nicey-nicey’s, they well-loved fans of “Mayberry
RFD,” that left as only an inference, yet an inference which
gathered disproportionate note, which through implied
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attitudinal displays, well-absorbed, dismissively, though
tentitavely acquiesced to by by those who proudly in
indismissable unscrupulous uncertainty have chosen to be
subjucates of the type of retraint which the self-worshipping,
in their own lacking point-of-view, that hidden to those
informationally afflicted at an asinine, yet sadly popular
level, thereby seeking to embrace the ideology which has become
semi-prominent as in a mathematically learned induced revision,
ultimately an unseen function of elusively changeable economic
demand, as estimated by the compensated insecure drones. See
kid, the thing was that the films of these bombs showed that
they blew away the mufugga as far as the eye can see. I mean
blew away. Not like some Fourth of July ashcan, but like what
you take for good cinematic special effects in those apocalypse
movies; all over the mufuggin movie house screen, but this
screen is what some of us still dare to call ‘for real.’ So, the
bright kids like yeztruly concluded that the whole s*** was
either one of two things; our basement refuge, even with the
hand behind our head facing the fucking wall, was not going to
stop a head from being blown off if the big shit hit; or after a
few false ringy-dingies that the big shit was never going to
hit. Either way, somebody was lying to our little, they think
impressionable asses. Anyway, I think I started it, but that may
well be caused by that false glorious memory thing, and while
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the teacher was in the lead, whenever she turned a corner and
was out of my sight I’d start screaming. I men screaming like
some poor ass with his leg blown off does. She couldn’t catch me
despite likely suspicions, but during the next fake air raid
drill we had, a load of other kids started screaming the same
way. It was like a goof, you know. Laughing and s***. The
authorities were goofing on us, so it seemed eminently fair to
goof back. Boy, you should have seen fucking Jeremiah. Shit. He
was small and consequently near the front of the line, thereby
being susceptible to being caught screaming; penalties, if any,
yet unknown. Hahahaha. Please excuse me a second. Forgive me.
Hahaha. Sorry. Again. It’s not directed at you, kid. Hell no.
....... It would take forever to try to explain. There is so
much context, the result of the same old bullshit garbed in
modern clothes as is dictated by time. Sorry, my fault I guess.
Obviously there is no differentiation other than that which has
been clandestinally designed to be potentially conducive to
pleasure as a possible epistomolgical tract of the source of
alleged prior orgasmic behavior, a non-individuality directed at
a yet to be confirmed suspicion of merit, the aggregate, faded
well as in ‘Faded Glory’ stone washed jeans, that shade
condemned to exist as a mockery of its foundation and entirety,
as yet to be revealed as being just another entry in an endless
procession of styles, all of them a momentary ‘cool’ statement
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that the elders were wrong, which they were insofar as old
values are measured by todays’ ignorance of history married to
abject artlessness, always resulting in a style which outlives
its time, and only exists as an all too effective tool for
secondary pro functionaries with Ivy League MBA’s to replace
entrepreneurs, their sole purpose to maximize the number on the
most bottom of lines. The first few times that the bells rang
and the sirens went off, it kind of happened that we kids were
all fucked up over it, as those irregar blares were absolutely
ghastly and capable of piercing exposed skin, and kids were kind
of out of sorts too, but then we got used to the bomb never
coming as promised, and if it didn’t no sweat, and if it did no
sweat either as any worries or problems would simultaneously end
with the explosion. So, the blaring sirens, ostensibly designed
to scare and intrigue, became a manifestation of nothing more
than the inconsequential noise, perhaps parodic, which one hears
after turning on the s***hole net, as it is seen in a
retrosprect, which involves a tedious to us story which is
coercivively dependant upon 203 and climbing, dedendent sub-
sections, not like in nuclear sub rumors just offshore. So, in
our as yet unknown parody of the fear the authorities had sought
to instill, that almost involuntarily sequestered within its
limits, rules, or ‘beneficial’ bullshit as intended to be
supplied by the remnants of a proven to be lying past, almost
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totally dependent upon ‘official’ and ‘credentialed’ suppliers
of inevitable bias. You know what I’m saying, kid?“
“Kind of. Got a tad fuzzy after the shrill siren, but
that’s likely the fault of the acid. If I got it right, you can
substite ‘museum curators’ for ‘Ivy League MBA’s” and ‘painters,
writers, sculptors, or artists’ in general for ‘entrpreneurs.’”
“More or less, I suppose.”
News – 6-2-22
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Leibowitz Concludes
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Stylized Patti Smith and “1959” written by Patti Smith; property of the author, the latter under
both the “fair use” and “transformative” doctrines.
Jerusalem Plateau Chronicle
“Fair and balanced reporting since 1128”
June 2, 2022.
War at Sea!!!
Israel Ups Draftees
by Moshe Biale, Staff Reporter
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Ukraine imposes martial law after Russia fires on navy
vessels
Ukraine's navy said six Ukrainian seamen were wounded when
Russian coast guard vessels opened fire on three Ukrainian ships
near the Kerch Strait and then seized them late Sunday. The two
nations blame each other. A video shown on Russian TV shows two
ships colliding.
Ukrainian policemen guard the Russian embassy building with smoke behind during Ukrainian
activists rally in Kiev, Ukraine or an Ozzy-less “Black Sabbath” reunion concert, ca.1984.
Ukrainian lawmakers were set to approve a presidential request
for the introduction of martial law in the country on Monday
following an incident in which Russian coast guard ships fired
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on Ukrainian navy vessels. An emergency meeting of the United
Nations Security Council was also called for Monday, and it is
said that they will be issuing a vile condemnation. What remains
of the European Union, Greece and Italy for all intents and
purposes, and NATO called for restraint from both sides. It is
difficult to recall any time since the US Carter administration
wherein an unruly group has gathered to chant; “Restraint,
restraint, restraint, restraint ............. “
The Ukrainian navy said six of its seamen were wounded when the
Russian coast guards opened fire on three Ukrainian ships near
the Kerch Strait and then seized them late Sunday, after
ostensibly not being able to sink them with their fire. The two
nations traded blame over the incident that further escalated
tensions that have continually soared since Russia annexed
Ukraine’s Crimean Peninsula in 2014 and backed a separatist
insurgency in eastern Ukraine. Ukraine said its vessels were
heading to the Sea of Azov in line with international maritime
rules, while Russia charged that they had failed to obtain a
permission to pass through the Kerch Strait separating Crimea
from the Russian mainland.
In a separate incident, Russia fired on a Ukrainian vessel in
the Black Sea; wounding both of the fishermen on board, who then
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fishlessly returned to Odessa, and were last heard shouting
obscenities as they searched for a functional emergency room.
The narrow Kerch Strait is the only passage between the Black
Sea and the Sea of Azov. It’s spanned by an 11.8-mile bridge
that Russia completed this year, from which Rusian children have
been seen gleefully dropping water balloons on Ukranian ships,
and flipping them the bird.
Ukraine’s president, Petro Poroshenko, chaired an emergency
meeting of his Cabinet early Monday and asked parliament to
introduce martial law in response to what he described as
Russian aggression. “We consider it as an act of aggression
against our state and a very serious threat,” the president
said. “Unfortunately, there are no ‘red lines’ for the Russian
Federation.”
The Ukrainian military said that six of the 23 crew on board the
three vessels were wounded. Russia’s Federal Security Service
that is in charge of the coast guard said that three Ukrainian
sailors were lightly injured and given medical assistance. It
said the Ukrainian boats were towed to the nearby port of Kerch.
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Russia closed the Kerch Strait for sea traffic Sunday by
positioning a tanker under the bridge spanning it. It reopened
the route early Monday.
The seizure of the Ukrainian ships followed a tense situation in
which the three Ukrainian vessels were maneuvering near the
Kerch Strait for hours shadowed by Russian coast guard boats.
The incident came after months of tensions and incidents in the
Sea of Azov that involved inspections and seizures of ships.
While a 2003 treaty designates the Kerch Strait and Sea of Azov
as shared territorial waters, Russia has sought to assert
greater control over the passage since its annexation of Crimea.
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**36**
Tubby Jones, an Example Made
For those of you in search of a quick read, this article is here
only because Tubby Jones was deleted from Facebook, and
immediately thereafter also deleted from the other colluding,
inferior social media sites, shortly after openly declaring that
he was glad that Bailey Post Rumpole had won re-election. He
seemed magnanimous in not saying that his bald-headed opponent,
Corey “Spartacus” Booker was an easily detectable lying assshole
if not the victim of brain damage as yet officially undiagnosed.
The point here is that in unison, the left wing biased media
deleted a pro-Rumpole, anti-US government man with an extensive
following, “as a matter of policy,” that “policy,” vague and
inclusive of rules like; “We reserve the right to delete
anything that might offend anybody,” as if there is anything
that wouldn’t, herein conveniently and selectively invoked,
jeopardizing this man’s livlihood, in an open, foolish, and
presumtuous message saying; “We own the joint. So be careful
what you write, unless retardedly Nulib,” while more of a
protest was put forth at the “plight” of some unimportant,
revoked “sex columnist” with a penchant to post pictures of
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clinically detailed vaginas, as if that was some sort of
revelation in 2022. Mr. Long has not yet posted any such
clinical “art.”
It might be relevant to also note that Tubby’s “social” media
deletion was also preceded by his declaration that “artificially
intelligence ‘enhanced’ Nulib geektards control all media,
including the net which they flood with their ‘one world’ crap,
through AI usage, which they then proceed to contradict with
asinine and unproven multi-universe nonsense, thereby in the
prior seeming as being more significant to the ‘social’ media in
terms of number of letters, that greatly disproportionate vis-a-
vis their pencil-necked, anti-American number of ersatz humans,
while at the rear also irrelevantly spacey through their
adoption of CERN previously disproven space cadet theories.
Aren’t the communist butt fuckers just so irresistably cute?
Their fascist deification is shown not only through their
fascination with Hitler’s SS regalia, a minor chuckle, but more
importantly through their open condemnation of free speech,
their straw-man the term ‘hate speech,’ used as if they do not
partake, and absurdly insistent upon the re-writing of ‘racist’
Mark Twain, at least insofar as it may pertain to any criticism-
evaluation of the ‘pencil-necked-AI-enhanced-geektard-communist-
outdated-libtard-loudmouth-ass-flatulatnt’ who seemingly resent