The $119 Billion Defeat
Jews' Jaws Six
Shark America Four
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 169
On this day, Martin Luther King's birthday, it is good to remember how the FBI hated him so much. The FBI, which has been a force of fascism in my life was also a force of fascism is King's life; giving King and I a point in common; another point being that we both have the honor of working for God.
In the service of God there is no past tense. To God, Martin Luther King is, not was.
It is a pity that the evil the Federal Bureau of Investigation did to Martin Luther King was interred with King's bones and is not taught in elementary schools; no, it is a tragedy because that leaves the FBI licensed to do evil to others.
No King, I, but a Joker in God's deck; and I left my job as a correspondent for United Press International in Tokyo under threat of death from drunk-with-power US Navy intelligence; and waiting for me at the airport was the drunk-with-power FBI, having been told by the Navy I was a "violent revolutionary".
Sweet Jesus, violent as a butterfly; and I was not to breathe a breathe of a free air again up to and including the moment these words are written nearly 40 years later.
It is a strange thing how American police and intelligence agencies have cute fuzzy fur on top and slimy hair underneath, like embryonic Gestapos in gestation. It never fails, pick up a police rock and there is a fascist cop underneath; give a pig the opportunity to practice illegal punishment and he (or she) sucks on that sow's teat, yum yum, like there is no tomorrow.
How the FBI loathed Dr. King, loathed him, loathed him, loathed him; how the FBI loathes me; no crime committed by either, not a fraction of an inch outside our blanket of constitutional protection; but ruination was and is what the FBI sought and seeks.
And King, murdered because he applied the teachings of God and Freedom to Black people; and I, tortured day in and day out because I spoke against the Vietnam War and was given by God the gift of audible mental telepathy; both loathed by the FBI.
How America loathes its patriots unless they wear the Uniform of the Day.
Maybe the lone assassin killed King; it is the common scenario in America to turn the loonies loose to do what the government pigs would like to do; but nut or not, the American government put that bullet in that damned bastard's rifle.
"Damned" here is not a figure of speech, the shooter lost his soul, even though a thousand preachers might say that piece of crap was saved.
Damned, too, is J. Edgar Hoover, the cross-dressing, cock-sucking, son of a bitch who thought he was superior to the Reverend Martin Luther King; his fat ass now rendered to grease in Hell; and all that is left of him is his name on a building and the flock of FBI fascists following him to his pathetic fate.
Meanwhile, back at God's Space War attack on the United States Navy, this is day Four, tomorrow is Three.
Shark America Four
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 169
On this day, Martin Luther King's birthday, it is good to remember how the FBI hated him so much. The FBI, which has been a force of fascism in my life was also a force of fascism is King's life; giving King and I a point in common; another point being that we both have the honor of working for God.
In the service of God there is no past tense. To God, Martin Luther King is, not was.
It is a pity that the evil the Federal Bureau of Investigation did to Martin Luther King was interred with King's bones and is not taught in elementary schools; no, it is a tragedy because that leaves the FBI licensed to do evil to others.
No King, I, but a Joker in God's deck; and I left my job as a correspondent for United Press International in Tokyo under threat of death from drunk-with-power US Navy intelligence; and waiting for me at the airport was the drunk-with-power FBI, having been told by the Navy I was a "violent revolutionary".
Sweet Jesus, violent as a butterfly; and I was not to breathe a breathe of a free air again up to and including the moment these words are written nearly 40 years later.
It is a strange thing how American police and intelligence agencies have cute fuzzy fur on top and slimy hair underneath, like embryonic Gestapos in gestation. It never fails, pick up a police rock and there is a fascist cop underneath; give a pig the opportunity to practice illegal punishment and he (or she) sucks on that sow's teat, yum yum, like there is no tomorrow.
How the FBI loathed Dr. King, loathed him, loathed him, loathed him; how the FBI loathes me; no crime committed by either, not a fraction of an inch outside our blanket of constitutional protection; but ruination was and is what the FBI sought and seeks.
And King, murdered because he applied the teachings of God and Freedom to Black people; and I, tortured day in and day out because I spoke against the Vietnam War and was given by God the gift of audible mental telepathy; both loathed by the FBI.
How America loathes its patriots unless they wear the Uniform of the Day.
Maybe the lone assassin killed King; it is the common scenario in America to turn the loonies loose to do what the government pigs would like to do; but nut or not, the American government put that bullet in that damned bastard's rifle.
"Damned" here is not a figure of speech, the shooter lost his soul, even though a thousand preachers might say that piece of crap was saved.
Damned, too, is J. Edgar Hoover, the cross-dressing, cock-sucking, son of a bitch who thought he was superior to the Reverend Martin Luther King; his fat ass now rendered to grease in Hell; and all that is left of him is his name on a building and the flock of FBI fascists following him to his pathetic fate.
Meanwhile, back at God's Space War attack on the United States Navy, this is day Four, tomorrow is Three.
posted by Virgil Kret at 4:53 PM
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