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Saturday, April 30, 2022

Spotlight on: The Enemies of Anxiety:

Before I get into this topic, there is something else which I want to say -- and it relates to Anxiety.


Considering the recent years of global carnage and ruination caused by Voting and Politics and Diseases and Wars (is there a difference?) I have determined that our Species needs a massive transfusion of Hope and Happiness and Dignity and Determination. All of which can be found in Classical Music.


There still exists a large reservoir of Classical Recordings, but it is getting dusty and forgotten. However, that is not what I am talking about. I propose a New Classical Era; starting where the last one dropped off. This will entail more than the training of many new Classical Composers. It will also require the wide-scale education of all Human Populations to the original collection of 'Classical Music' -- which is primarily European and Japanese and Chinese and African -- and the rejuvenation of each culture's own Musical Heritage.


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The Enemies of Anxiety:


Modern Falsehoods, Fallacies and Lies are being palmed off and forced upon the Idiots that Watch TV as 'Modern Families'. I have seen such lies myself. I am currently monitoring some of the least awful Queer Media channels personally (as much as I can stomach without vomiting) and I have seen such horrendous fakery and lies being promoted by the TV-Turd Terrorists.


Those lies and deceptions and pretenses cause anxiety in Real People; if they are somehow criminally forced to view such video filth.


It is exactly what I said in one of my recent podcasts; anxiety is being used as a weapon against the Human Species. Subsequently, anything that reduces anxiety or shields our Species from anxiety or cures anxiety is hugely beneficial to the Human Species.


Incidentally, as I write this, there are a lot of angry men in Russia who are threatening to start a Nuclear War if they do not get the toys and ice cream that they want. Did someone promise them something? Do we all have to die because they cannot get their way with foreign nations?


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Aside from soothing and light classical music ...


The enemies of anxiety that I refer to now are ...


Exercise

Information

Weight Loss

Lexapro

Happiness

Heat Pads


**********Important Podcast**********

In MP3 Format

https://drive.google.com/file/d/16Tbmv7fSPsL-3zVChaiqvh7BIQ-TjTrx/view?usp=sharing

In MP3 Format -- 344 MBytes -- No Viruses.


In this podcast I have given a beginning review of these six ways to defeat Anxiety. Please listen to the podcast carefully. At the end I have added some Anxiety-Free music from unknown artists -- who must remain unknown because of the Enemies of our Species.


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An exercise in Dream Thinking. Try imagining this dream.


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The Stagecoach and the Lady:


Naked lady, that is. A Raving Beauty from Italy.


[[Caution -- there is some female nudity in this dream. If that bothers you then do not read it.]]


It happened like this -- I was somehow doing three things at once in a late morning deep sleep. I was very comfy and warm and toasty and happy with this dream (REM). I found it interesting. The setting for the entire dream was a very large and white salt flats area that was so big you could not see the sides of it; so the borders of it had to be at least fifteen miles away in all directions. It must have been the bottom of an ancient ocean, but now there were no elevations on it at all. The base was made of hard salt and very flat.


At the center was myself (in amorphous form) and a large stagecoach made of shining redwood; which was embedded with genuine gold trims and had gold hardware all over it and golden wheels. A coach for royalty, and quite impressive in size.


In front of the stagecoach there lay the tongue of the coach, a long metal tube of various shapes with six harnesses connected to it, three by two. Strap in six large horses to the tongue and away you go, except this tongue was not connected to anything; it just lay in the sand before the coach.


It was a cloudless day but not too hot and the visibility was about ten miles. The air was very clear and everything that I saw was in sharp focus.


My first concern in the dream was to help the driver of the coach to prepare it for connection to the tongue. In the lower front of the coach was a mounting space with swivels and connection hardware; and a tall and thin stagecoach driver (wearing a typical Australian Outback hat) was laboring to fit a large oaken board sideways into a slot on the front of the coach. I did not know what this would do for the problem but it became imperative (in the dream) that I help him get that oak board inserted properly into that slot and hammered in with large spikes.


I was quite happy with the work and I was close on the job. We were nailing something to the front of the coach, when I was suddenly turned about and looking outwards at the great salt flats in front of us. About thirty yards away I saw a large white mattress lying on the salt plain. On the rich white mattress lay a naked Italian Babe of splendid proportions (most are). She had excellent everything (most do) and she was on her left side facing me. Her marvelous breasts and face and long dark black hair were very important to me. She was asleep, or mostly.


The work continued and I had to help the driver lift the heavy oak board and we started to place it into the slot, sideways. I heard a loud noise over our heads and suddenly I was in an large apartment building that was placed on the salt flats about a hundred yards behind us. I was in an apartment up on the fourth floor. It was very standard in appearance and it had about five rooms, one of which was a large bedroom with four single beds in it, along the right-hand wall. In each bed was a naked woman sitting up in bed with a blanket pulled up to her chin. The place was cold and there was something wrong with the heating system. There was a thermostat on the far wall and I tried to get it to work, but to no avail. I left the bedroom and went into the living room to find that many things were scattered about in no particular order. The apartment had an outside deck and I went out and looked away to the stagecoach.


Suddenly, I was back at the stagecoach and we had just inserted the big oak board into the front of the coach when we heard a dissenting voice from above us. We were both looking down when we heard it, and when we leaned backwards and looked up we saw the big head of a very large horse looking down at us. The horse lowered his head down to touch the board with his nose and then snorted loudly and shook his head vigorously from side to side. He was very large for a fast stagecoach horse; chestnut colored with big ears, a long golden mane, a white flash on his forehead, a streak of white across his chest, white socks and a long golden tail. He stomped on the salt with a large hoof and complained again.


We both stopped what we were doing and looked at the board again. Sure enough, it was cracked and would have broken easily in service. Now I somehow pulled the board out of the slot and handed it to the driver who threw it away and grabbed a new oak board out of thin air -- and we began the entire process again. The big horse stood closer and watched over us.


Then, I was back at the apartment again. The furniture was scattered about and on its sides, the drapes were torn, and the rug was ripped in places. I walked through it to the bedroom with the four beds. The four naked women were still in their beds with their four blankets pulled up to their chins and they were all frowning. I went over to the thermostat again and it showed 54 degrees and it would not work. I put my right fist through the wall to the right of the thermostat and then pulled out a section of the wall to reveal the wires which were connected to the back of the thermostat. They were cut, but they were showing bare wires; as though they has been taped together and later separated. I spent some time in the dream connecting the two wires together again so the thermostat would operate the furnace; then I set it for 72 degrees. I looked to my right at the four women, and they were all frowning and looking at me. I walked away from them saying “Sorry ladies, that's all. No commercials.”


Then, I was out on the balcony again from where I could see the delectable Italian Women lying on her white mattress, turning from side to side slowly, tantalizingly.


I flew down to the stagecoach and helped the driver place the good oaken board into the slot on the front of the coach. The horse above us nodded approvingly, but I wanted to see the naked Italian Woman on her rich white mattress again. So I turned that way and looked, only to see five more horses looking back at me. Now, between myself and the naked Italian Beauty there stood the other five chestnut colored horses, each similar to the first, standing in a semi-circle looking at our work on the coach and nodding their heads variously.


I said to the driver to give me the bad board and he pulled it out of mid-air and handed it to me. I threw it to the five horses and they all stepped forwards and put their noses on it. I quickly leaped up onto the coach and looked over them. The ravaging Italian Babe was now lying on her other side facing away from me and gesturing to me to join her with her left arm. I studied her excellent form for several minutes, then I had to return to the work at hand. After several maneuvers, which I enjoyed working at, we got the tongue attached properly to the coach. By now, the horses had arranged themselves three on a side next to the tongue and their harnesses, and they were all looking at us with expectation.


I, on the other hand, was looking at the bare backside of the incredible Italian Beauty with the beautiful black hair and magnificent ass -- and then at the horses -- and then at the stagecoach -- and then at the great ass of the Italian Beauty -- and then at the horses -- and then at the stagecoach ...


And then I woke up damn it!


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Do not waste your time wondering what the dream could have meant. Instead, imagine what it could have become. And do not tell me that I have to go to Russia to be appreciated.


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The weather here has not been good enough for me to make a video in the Polaris Ranger this month. As soon as I can I will make that video and send it out, no matter what time of month it is. In the video I will mention the outcome of what I was saying about Mobility and Curiosity.



This diagram is very simple (my artistic talents are very simple) but it shows what I was going to say in the video. Mobility leads to Curiosity which leads to Thinking which leads to Questioning which leads to Control of Government.


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Markel Peters


https://voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/


https://voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com/

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Virus Times--Part II--More Treachery From Our Enemies:

Warning: I Have Recently Heard Myself Described As A Creator Of 'Rude Messages'. This Was In North Dakota, And It Was The First Time I Have Ever Heard That Description Of Myself. It Is Untrue. I Write Accurate Descriptions Of What Is Happening In This Society Of Liars And Cattle, During My Own Lifetime. I Believe One Of The Best Description Of My Writing Is 'The Unvarnished Truth'.

I Use Appropriate Language To Describe The Enemies Of My Human Species, And This Message Is No Exception To That Rule. It Is The Nefarious And Verminous Bastards And Bitches To Which The Appropriate Language Clings Like A Shroud Of Death, That Are At Fault Here -- Not Me.

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The 'Forrid Fuckup':

A Death Machine Used By The Enemies Of The Human Species For The Intimidation And Oppression And Subjugation Of The People. Vaguely Similar To A General Class Of Vehicle Known As The 'Pickup'; Except Driven By Psychopaths, Faggots, Mindless Dolts And Anti-Human Berserkers. Dangerous. Constantly Engaged In Anti-Human Activities. A Favorite Vehicle Of Utility Termites And Construction Weevils That Kill The Planet Earth For A Living. The Singular Most Despicable Vehicle Type In History. No Other Vehicle Type Is One/Twentieth As Odious And Nauseating And Evil As The 'Forrid Fuckup'; Not Even The 'Prius' Or The 'Yugo'. All Self-Respecting Animals Avoid Being Run Over By The 'Forrid Fuckups'.

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MP3 version -- 291 Megs

About 30-40% of the audio in this podcast was never intended for your ears. It is a series of mono recordings spoken as notations to myself. I have taken the unusual measure of including them in a finalized podcast because of their contents, which cannot be duplicated. That makes for a rough listening experience, but it can be instructive to people who wish to make their own podcasts -- which I highly recommend. I used two digital recorders in this effort, one of which is a simple mono notation recorder; the other being a higher quality stereo recorder. This combination, plus the sound customizing involved to get the best out of the mono recordings, took five days to compose and edit.

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MP3 version -- 291 Megs

About the contents ...

most of this is quite self-explanatory, so I have only one section to expound upon ...

About Their Evilness:

*Are Their Activities Happening While The Great Unwashed Herd Has Been Put Under House Arrest By The Queer Government?
Answer: Yes.

*Did Such Activities Occur Prior To The So-Called 'Outbreak' Of The Deviate Bug?
Answer: No.

*What Is The Activity?
Answer: As Never Before, Many New Forrid Fuckups (Usually White) Are Hauling Small Enclosed Trailers (Always White) That Generally Measure (At Most) Six Feet Long And Four Feet Wide And Four To Six Feet Tall And Only Open At The Back -- Without Ramps. The Appearance Of These Trailers Is Across The Board And Too Sudden To Be Anything Other Than A Pre-Meditated And Pre-Supplied Scheme. One Day They Are Not There, The Next Day They Are Everywhere. Pre-Arranged.

*Does This Pose A Threat To The People?
Answer: Of Course It Does! Anything That Deviates Do Is An Enormous Danger To The People And All Natural Lifeforms!

*What Is Most Likely To Be In Those Trailers?
Answer: Evilness. Machines Or Lifeforms Dedicated To The Destruction Of The United States Of America.

Anything Dangerous -- From Biological And Chemical Weapons To Far More Lethal Monkey Judges With The Toilet Bowls Of Lesie-Turds Stuck On Their Heads.

A Really Lethal Load Would Be Boxes Of New Ceiling Speakers, To Be Installed In Stores That Do Not Already Have Direct Inputs From Lesie-Turds; That Want To Piss On The Heads Of Normal People Everywhere.

Also, Any Lesie-Turd In Its 'Harpie' Form (With Wings And Claws) Would Fit Into One Of Those Trailers.

Killer Drones Armed With Anti-Personnel Weapons Would Also Fit Inside, With Controlling Equipment.

Four Killer Berserkers From Fort McCoy Would Fit Into One Such Trailer -- In Circle-Jerk Formation.

One Trailer Is Just Big Enough To House The Bloated And Syphilitic Foaming-Mouth Of A Filthy Monkey Horror.

No Such Trailer Could Hold The Enormously Out-Sized Egotism Of A Billionaire Faggot.

Of Course, There Are Always The Standard Looney Tune Loads Of -- Blood Monies, Or Illegal Weapons, Or Do-It-Yourself Torture Racks, Or Ammunition, Or Killer Zombies Covered In Maggots, Or Cases Of Exploding Teddy Bears, Or Over-Sized Wall Pictures (In Frames) Of The Favorite Toilet Bowl Brush Of The Democraps (Nazi Pelosi), Or Boxes Of Bull Whips For Public/Political Schools, Or Enemy Agents From Foreign Nations That Are Controlled By The Forrids ...

Or Worst Of All ...

Nylon Mickey Mouse Suits Of Many Sizes.

*What Else Is Suspicious About This?
Answer: At No Time Is The Bed Of The Vehicle Occupied By Anything. That Would Expose The Load To Observation. Many Loads That Would Fit Into Such A Trailer Would Also Fit Into The Back Of A Forrid Fuckup, And Yet This Is Never The Case. Something Is Being Hidden From View.

*What Is Driving?
Answer: Forrid Fuckups Are Only Driven By White Perverts, Such As Stock Issue White Fascists That Watch TV.

*What Times Of Day Does This Occur?
Answer: Only During Daylight Hours.

This Fact Hints At The Possibility That It Is Some Kind Of Advertising Scam. All Advertising Tactics Previously Described Only Occur During Daylight Hours, When They Can Be Seen By Gullible And Stupid Voters; Who Can Be Coerced Into Buying Evil Forrid Machines. When The Star Light Goes Out, The Forrid Advertisements Return To Their Cages.

However, This New Activity Is Occurring While All Of The Gullible And Stupid Voters Are Hiding In Their Rabbit Holes.

*Where Does This Occur?
Answer: Only On Large Highways Where There Is No Law Enforcement Supervision.

*Is Any Other Brand Name Of Vehicle Doing This?
Answer: No, Not At All. As Always, The Evil Is Confined To Forrid.

*What Can We Do About It?
Answer: Many Things -- But Nothing From Inside A Rabbit Hole.

*Are We Certain That They Are Evil?
Answer: Absolutely! There Is No Such Thing As Sexual Orientation! That Is A Queershit Fabrication From Perverts Of Past Centuries That Pretended To Be Psychologists!

*Can It Be For Humanitarian Purposes?
Answer: There Are No Humans Involved. Unless, They Are Carrying Cook Stoves To Roast Revolutionaries With.

*Why Do These Terrible Things Have To Happen?
Answer: Satanism.

*Will Life Ever Be Free Of Such Vile Scum?
Answer: That Would Require A Revolution.

*What Will The Forrid Fuckup Drivers Say About This?
Answer: Nothing. Queer Propagandists Only Use Trained Monkeys.

*How Can I Help?
Answer: Leave Your Rabbit Hole. Wipe Any Previous Forrid Existence Out Of Your Life. Buy Non-Forrid Brands Forever. Own Weapons. Train With Those Weapons. Become A Personal Expert At Self Defense. Demand The Return Of The Eight Gauge Double-Barreled Shotgun. Demand That All State Laws Allow Personal Grenade Launchers For Self-Defense ... From Underbarrel Grenade Launchers (40MM) To Shoulder-Mounted Grenade Launchers (46-53MM)!!!!!!!!!!

No Psychotic Forrid Driver Wants To Be Blown To Hell In Its Own Over-Chromed Coffin.

MP3 version -- 291 Megs

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Markel Peters


Sunday, December 22, 2019

Pre-Queerapsy Levels:

Read Carefully And Save.

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Warning: Everyday Common Language Ahead. The days of considering the accurate descriptions of all anti-Humans as Appropriate Descriptive Language, to be read under the blankets at night with a flashlight, are now over. Everyone must now accept the Truth for what it is.

the things have not improved
the truth does not stop

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Why should the Truth stop? Just because the Liars are losing, and their victims are losing their minds?
Answer: This entire psychotic and epidemic sickness of Lying-for-a-Living and Lying-for-Power has to stop; and will stop. There is no excuse for allowing it to continue. Especially when you consider that the two biggest users of lies are the Deviates and the Politicians -- and -- both of those buckets of waste have to be flushed down a very big toilet. Lying is a tactic of the worst possible filth, who in turn are our worst enemies, which in turn have to be eliminated. Lies are like some kind of demented attachment or accessory to a horrible plague disease, which in turn has to be eradicated before it kills our Species. So naturally, we will destroy the plague disease -- and -- lying will die with it.

dont expect me to shed any tears

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Christmas What?

Do you remember what Christmas is supposed to be about? Let me tell you what it is NOT about ...

Not for commercial obedience
Not for Queer Media worship
Not for rubbing butt cheeks with Politicians
Not for self-aggrandizement/self-deception
Not for acts of evil phony sex
Not for pretending you have a new Gender/Toy
Not for pretending you are Married -- to a Rat
Not for thinking you are protected by the Q&AFF
Not for planning a forbidden Human future
Not for thinking the 'News' still exists
Not for believing forever-lying Queers
Not for goosestepping to Forrid Fuckup tunes
Not for forgiving Genociders who want you dead
Not for licking anal bleeding off the seats of Forrid Fuckups
Not for looking at queer ButtUgly Windmills
Not for being ruined by County Supervisors
Not for watching TV Turd Terrorists
Not for being pissed on by Lesie ceiling speakers
Not for donating to parties of Twisted Species
Not for bubbling in your applesauce, as a mindless Queerapsy Victim

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Please read the rest of this message carefully. Read one part at a time if you have to, and then take a break before you read the next part. Most of my messages seem to cover a variety of topics at the same time; that is an illusion. All of these topics are inter-related. The perpetrators of those topics do not want you to know that they are inter-related.

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This is serious and not really funny at all. This is a look at the insides of a barrel of monkeys. Even those of you who say that I am too high minded and that I lack any sense of what is 'practical' -- had better read this message. All of your practical arrogance and practical naivete will die a horrible death by the time you reach Second Degree Pre-Queerapsy. You won't even remember you had it.

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To avoid Queerapsy personally, and among your family, look for the prime indicators of the Queerapsy Condition in action ... such as ... Deviates and Queers (formerly Liberals) owning or driving new Forrid Fuckups. This is one of the most obvious evidences of Queerapsy in action; a 'Prime Indicator'.

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It Is An Old And Pathetic Story: a story of criminals and politicians and perverts always trying to hide their dirty filth behind facades of material cleanliness and shiny exterior props. Those things are that stupid as to think that everyone else is as dirty in some way as they themselves are; and therefore everyone else can easily be distracted from seeing those perverts for what they really are. This is supposed to be possible by placing screens and diversions of material camouflage between themselves and the Idiot Masses, especially the 'Oh Ickers'.

Remember, this is one of the very first things that I explained about the Politics Piggies, when I first started writing messages, more than ten years ago. This is about something feeble and paltry; about something that is a Prime Indicator of how grossly superficial and stupid those kinds of things really are. They actually believe their own lies. When it fails, they panic. I have seen that often. And, it fails much more these days than it did ten years ago.

It goes like this ... a manure-spreader of the lowest possible descriptions -- is a magnificent Politician -- if -- it drives a shiny new white SUV.

The shiny new and white SUV is supposed to be all that the viewing public cares about and can see. The Evil Theory behind this is -- if the exterior of the Horror is a shiny new white SUV (Sport Utility Vehicle), then everyone outside of the shiny new white SUV is supposed to believe that everyone inside the shiny new white SUV is shiny and new and white like the SUV!

Such tripe and obvious subterfuge can only work on the most stupid and guilty bastards and bitches of their own Queer Coalition Bladders. And yet, they have been programmed to think (dimly) that it works on everybody -- partly because decayed brains like Forrid Fuckup owners and drivers cannot possibly understand what lives outside of the Queer Coalition Bladders.

The Politics piggies and the Hoggers and the Queer Media Turds are identical to those morons, in that they truly expect that bright and shiny new exteriors are enough to fool Real Humans about their identities. So ... according to that expectation, even the worst POS from the depths of the bladders must be a shining example of clean living -- if -- it has a new material machine wrapped around it.

Somewhere in the background of their insanity is the Ridiculous Superficial Belief that something that is a Ridiculous Superficial Belief still exists. Which goes like this ... “Well, anyone who owns a new and shiny (Bleep) must be an excellent and superior (Blaap)! Only the finest (Blaaps) would own a new and shiny (Bleep)!”

Believe it or not -- the Deviates still think that kind of imbecilic nonsense still exists. Because, it currently exists within the Queer Coalition Bladders.

So ... What does it all mean?
Answer: The entire charade of using new materialism to hide old and horrid evils is nothing more than Queer Propaganda. Every new Forrid Fuckup device is a Queer Propaganda tool, for the purpose of the Deviates and Queers promoting themselves falsely again. As Queers and Deviates always do -- falsely.

False advertising.
False pretenses.
False promotions.
False substance.
False excuses.
False representation.
False reality.
False brains.

And what happens to false brains?
Answer: Queerapsy, the leprosy of the brain. Eventual and permanent brain rot.

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Look!!!!
See for yourself!!!!
Realize!!!!
Hurry before they are all hidden by the Deviates!!!!

Look for these signs of the bladder scuzz that are Pre-Queeraptic.

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[[Burns and Queerapsy are measured reversely from that of Crimes. First Degree Burns are the least of burns, whereas First Degree Murder is the worst of murders. There are four levels of burns; first, second, third, and fourth (total). Queerapsy also has four levels; first, second, third, and final (total). For example: Golden Pimple Pustules (in pantyhose) and County Supervisors (with long noses) and Utility Board Asswipes (with red raw anuses) are all First Degree Murderers that cause Final Queerapsy to their victims.]]

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THE PRE-QUEERAPSY LEVELS:

FIRST DEGREE ...
Unmistakable signs of First Degree Pre-Queerapsy -- least damaged.

1. Being dumb used to be fun. No serious thinking to perform. Get to watch TV all night long. Get to talk TV burbles and sneaky 'know-it-alls' with Fellow Watchers all day long at work. Poor paychecks and poor health problems due to Insurance Medicine Frauds, but it is all for the good of our beloved 'TV Family'. Now, however, the TV is getting fuzzy and the sound is not so clear. Fellow TV Watchers at work are getting harder to look at and harder to hear. They are complaining about dizzy spells and they keep getting the Mandatory TV Slogans mixed up.
1. Watches TV. Thinks (minutely) that there is such a thing as a 'Favorite TV Show'.
1. Likes Lesie-turd urine on its head from ceiling speakers.
1. Licks anal pornography in queer newsrags in public.
1. Licks anal pornography in queer magrags in public.
1. Owns or drives a new Forrid Fuckup (itself).
1. Votes and therefore is a suicide.
1. Thinks Queer Media things are people.
1. Thinks there is still such a thing as 'News' on TV.
1. Thinks being a Short-Haired Bladder Faggot and being kissed on the bum by Chisel-Toothed Demented White Females is just the sweetest thing that ever happened to it.
1. Puts flag at half mast when lied to.
1. Way too stupid to know Queer Medias kill Idiot Voters regularly to put blame on Humans who never watch TV Turd Terrorists.
1. Stupid and Votes, and therefore can be killed by Queer Media vermin for Queer Propaganda against Humans.
1. Puts flag at half mast when Queers kill Idiots.
1. Says Iowa is the 'Sacrifice State' that must be raped and trashed for the sake of the hungry (greedy) World. In most cases a greedy swine itself, that moved to Iowa to join in the rape and share the blood money. I see those turds every day.

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SECOND DEGREE ...
Unmistakable signs of Second Degree Pre-Queerapsy -- more brain injury.

2. Everyday things that used to be practical are becoming difficult to work with and the results are lagging. What used to be practical and gave good benefits (anything) is now failing and in fact doing the opposite of what it did before. Things are getting lost, benefits are reversing, thinking is becoming difficult, obstacles are appearing from nowhere, moving is becoming labored, the TV Orders are becoming hard to obey.
2. Thinks Florida911 Invaders and Texas1984 Invaders are in Iowa to make the state look more pretty, and compliant to the Commandments of the Golden Pimple Gods. That's a good thing, right?
2. Donates internal body organs at midnight Queershit Rallies in support of twisted Political Pustules in the Golden Pimple at Des Compost Aliens. The God Pustules need new organs to replace their old used ones, ruined by all of that hard Lying and Money Raking. Uhhhh, I mean 'work' that is.

isnt that sweet

2. Pretends it is not a Queer that owns or drives a new Forrid Fuckup (itself) -- while being a Queer that owns or drives a new Forrid Fuckup (itself) -- the brand of petty criminals and punk fascists.
2. Believes that its own anus was made for Sexual Orientation -- so why not Change It At Will Like The Hags On TV Say To?
2. Really likes the bummy hugs that it gets at Political Rallies, butt forgets which Squeezer it is supposed to Vote for.
2. Thinks the Queer Indoctrination Tactic of putting fifty ButtUgly Windmills in a place where they plan to put thousands, and then telling the locals that only fifty friendly ButtUgly Windmills will ever be put up there ...
and then waiting three years to get the local victims used to the Horror of the BUWI Invasion ...
and then adding five hundred more ButtUgly Windmills each year until the victims choke on their own slavery ...
which is the same exact thing that they did about Queer and Phony Marriage-Hatred to the TV Watching Idiot Masses ...
is just the power companies being friendly.

and cute

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THIRD DEGREE ...
Unmistakable signs of Third Degree Pre-Queerapsy -- severe brain damage.

3. Confusion has set in; stumbling has become obvious, physical coordination is failing, breaking things is common, losing things is becoming common, memory loss is preventing obedience to the TV Orders from the 'TV Family', friends are now strangers, were they ever friends? what is a 'friend'? do we need friends? who are we? where are we going? will somebody else drive today? we don't feel so good, watching the 'TV Family' does not help, who the fuck are those Pieces of Shit anyway?
3. Realizes that it is obvious to everyone that it is a Queer POS that owns or drives a Forrid Fuckup (itself) -- but cannot stop owning or driving a Forrid Fuckup (itself) -- because it does not remember where the Forrid Fuckup came from -- or what 'Forrid' stands for -- or 'Who' that is in the mirror.
Remotely wishes it had bought a pickup truck instead, but not sure what one looks like. Knows its name because someone wrote it on the cretin's forehead this morning. “Oh yes, it was that nice Democrap man.”
3. Has reached the Outer Limits of being Dumb and Dumber and Dumbest. Now sees in reverse. White is black and pink is blue (etc). Involuntary color blindness sets in and involuntary thought reversal paralyzes the brain; to such an extent that working is becoming indistinguishable from not working. At home it sits on a couch before the TV Gods Machine and thinks it is still at work. Tries to perform work tasks in its own TV Worship Room. Wants to get paid for that, like the 'Union Angels' said it should.
3. Has to have strangers drive it to work these days. Were they relatives? Did they say something? People yell at it at work. Why is that? What does it do at work? What is work? What is money?
3. What is a bus schedule? What is a puppy dog? What is common sense? What is its own name? Why is it so hard to think? What is thinking?
3. Why is the nice Democrap man twisting my arm at the Voting Booth?

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All of which is forgotten in 'Final Queerapsy'; the Living Final Death where nothing matters anymore, and everybody looks so funny now.

"Oh! Look at the nice voting machine! The nice Democrap man is helping me dance with the nice voting machine! The nice Democrap man likes my arm! The nice Democrap man and the nice Repucrap man are fighting for my arm!”
"But? Wasn't I -- a squirming Repucrap that owned a Forrid Fuckup?”

nasty repucraps thought they were sneaky and squeaky

"It's so hard to think now.”
"Who did I lick last time?”
"I want my applesauce.”
"I think I remembers somethinn ... Somethinn has a ... Something has a queer ... Forrid has a Queer Idea!”

me obey idea
me want turd with me applesauce today

And another brain bites the dust!!!!

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Queerapsy is a wooden stake through the vile heart of every Deviate Vampire that sucks on the blood of the 'Society of Liars and Cattle'. It is inescapable, because Queer Propaganda causes it -- and -- no Deviate can exist without Queer Propaganda.
Period.
Done.

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The saddest part about the Forrid Fools is -- they think they can have a new identity whenever they hide inside a new Forrid Fuckup, but that is impossible. There is no erasing the Past for Present Greedy Gains. Being inside new Forrid Fuckups nails them as anti-Human Genociders! The opposite of what they pretend to be. And all along, it has been revealed (by the Forrids themselves) that what each of those perverts really wants is what every faggot wants -- a 'Touchy Squeaky Time' with a Real Man. Which surprises me. I thought they bought those pieces of fake junk for the free wooden dildos in the glove box.

i know what they did

Well, Forrid or not, Queerapsy is Death by Queer Propaganda. There is no way to deny it.

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And, these are the scum that thought they would kill the Human Species on June 26th, 2013. Now, Queerapsy has arrived. The Inevitable has arrived. The ranks of the Dolts and Hammerheads and Queers that allow any filth from Queer Propaganda into their existence, are doomed to a fetid fate of mindless Queerapsy. Which is not as harmless as it may seem to any of you who are not Pre-Queeraptic.

****IMPORTANT POINT****
How much of this so-called 'Civilization' is dependent upon the continued working abilities of the bladder hordes?
Answer: Enough such that when Queerapsy cancels them out and most of them can no longer function in the labor pools, because they were not trained to perform repetitive menial tasks, then the following will happen ...
*A. The Politics Gamers will still want them for voting purposes despite the fact that they no longer know what Politics smells like. (if their noses still work)
Sooo ... they will become a great burden upon the Society of Liars and Cattle -- and -- the Politics Gamers will insist that the People bear that financial burden; instead of the Queer Propaganda Medias that cause Queerapsy, and upon which all Politicians suck greedily.
*B. The entire society will have to be altered to accommodate the increasing numbers of inert Queerapsy victims.
*C. Unlike leprosy victims, Queerapsy victims will NOT be concentrated into colonies. That would reveal the Politics behind the victimization. Indeed, the Politics Gamers will want a 'Queerapsy Victim In Each Living Room' (a new motto) wherever Half-wits and Queers Watch TV.
*D. All Forrid Fuckup drivers will be ordered by their masters to transport Queerapsy victims in the back of their Fuckups, propped up in plain sight, to force the social cattle to accept their continued existence as a 'Political Necessity For Senatorial Procedures'.
*E. This could bring down the Society of Liars and Cattle. The Politics Gamers and the Queer Propagandists will continue to block and block and block the Truth from the People, until Queerapsy (and other possible associated mental diseases) becomes an epidemic, out-of-control. Queerism is already a mental disease that is out-of-control.
*F. The so-called (and expected) 'Fall of Civilization' -- which all Propagandists say can never happen -- and which is already as much of a joke as calling this trash heap a 'Civilization' is -- will indeed happen -- in a very sloppy and messy and contorted and screw-jawed way.
Ever increasing 'Disfunctions' and 'Misfunctions' and 'Dysfunctions' and 'Malfunctions' will literally disable and derail the living infrastructure of this shiny trash heap. It will happen despite the efforts of the Politics Gamers and the Deviate Gamers to control the decline, and to take the opportunity to mold it into an ideal cesspool for all Liars that require such cesspools.
Then -- Real Chaos will arrive; on the heels of Queerapsy.

goodbye civilization       hello madness
where is mad max when you need him

This, is one of the most likely scenarios for the expected 'Fall'; along with ...
*Energy Crisis Maximus
*Mass Insanity Totalus
*Global Nuclear War Stupidus
*Accumulated Irreversible Inadequate Recycling
*500 Year or 1000 Year Weather Reversals

****IMPORTANT POINT****
Do not forget the next Ice Age. If those things occur with harmonics, then the next one will be proceeded by a third and second harmonic. A third harmonic is called a 'Little Ice Age'. Put those words into a search engine on the Internet, and get the results. Now, page down about six pages. Then, work your way back to the beginning. In the process, look at every website that seems to know what it is talking about -- except government sites and wikipedia.
A second harmonic (a Secondary Ice Age) could contain such a high percentage of the force of the Primary Ice Age, that it is associated with, that it may lead directly into the main event without any intervening warming period. Even if that was not the case, this shiny trash heap of Liars would be crushed beneath a Secondary Ice Age.

no fat lady left to sing for anyone

These are the things that the so-called Preppers should be preparing for. Think ... Double-Ought Buckshot and Nuclear Energy.

****IMPORTANT POINT****
No matter what the cause -- during the 'Fall' there will also be what I call 'Snapping Points' all along the process of the breakdown; similar to how a bamboo reed will snap when stressed too much. The Snapping Points will be explosive, and will result in large and dangerous lateral shifting of whatever temporary status quo develops; dangerous collateral carnage will occur; major upsets of the major upsets. Snapping Points will happen across the board; Continental, Regional, and Divisional. Many can occur in a single week. They can become sequential with rapidity, feeding upon one another. Until they have ceased, there will be no such thing as social stability or security. All life will be 'hand-to-mouth' and savage and uncivilized.
All 'Oh Ickers' will have perished decades ago.

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I know you want more examples ...

Long term guilt is another malady that can contribute to eventual Queerapsy. Corrosive and horrid guilts such as ...
*Obeying Lesie-turd orders
*Being a Utility Termite for the BUWIs
*Driving a new Forrid Fuckup
*Killing Human children in Public/Political schools
*Voting
*Watching TV Turd Terrorists
*Raping your family's future by allowing ButtUgly Windmills on your land for eternity
*Speaking to the Twisted Species in any form while the things wear any Human mask
*Obeying orders from the Ministry for Queer Propaganda -- the Huffingbutt's Post
*Performing assisted-sodomy tortures of helpless Human children in the Public/Political schools of the NEA/ACLU/APA
*Putting a gasoline nozzle into one of those absurd Forrid Fuckup machines
*Telling anyone that anything from the Queer Medias is somehow important

Let me give you an example of that last one ...

Just a few days ago, I was stopping at a truckstop in Western Iowa for fuel. There were no problems, until while I was paying at the counter for something a man in the back of the room barfed loudly. There was another man with him (both dumb media addict types), and he nodded his head and barfed upon the barf on the floor of the first man. It sounded like this ...
Second Man -- “What you heard about the snow?”
First Man -- “Channel seven said it ain't going to snow until after Christmas.”
Second Man -- “Ahhh Yaaa. Not until after Christmas is it?”

lets see here
what comes after christmas
could it be 2020

If I had stayed, I would have heard the two of them throwing up their media breakfasts on each other's shoes until empty. Both, have at least First Degree Pre-Queerapsy; not to mention both are simpletons that Watch TV; which means for them the interim time period between degrees of Pre-Queerapsy will be shorter. Soon enough, they just will not be around any longer to vomit on each other's shoes in public. They will be the victims of Final Queerapsy, under lock and key by the Deviates. Until Voting Time.

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I am already hearing references to the outbreak of Queerapsy in the herds of Queer Media addicts as the 'Comedy of the Century'. In each case, the people saying this are ...
*1. Non-white
*2. Non-fascist
*3. Non-queer
*4. Non-insane

The idea of so many Forrid Reich Imbeciles thinking that they will someday rule the World, is quite amusing to all sane persons. However, Petty Reichs like the Forrids are dangerous.

I remind you of a Prime Example of this ... the freaks in Misbegotten, Mordor once thought they would sweep out of Montana and save the nation from perverts, and then be made Our Rulers by us grateful cattle. Once ensconced in power, they would reveal their actual queer sickness. (really sickening maggots)

Too late for the rest of us poor fools to do anything about it. We would be too busy bending over for the National Perverted Radio Masters (NPR) to defend ourselves and free ourselves from Queer Tyranny.

Now, many of those maggots are already dead from Queerapsy. Revived only for voting. The Dead vote in Mordor.

put that in the phony history of queerism

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Another example of things that can cause Queerapsy, with a difference:

Lies cause Queerapsy. At another truckstop, this one in Central Iowa, I was buying a doughnut and a bottle of milk. I was only there for a doughnut and a bottle of milk. I often go into places just to get a doughnut and a bottle of milk. I like a doughnut and a bottle of milk. There is no law against a doughnut and a bottle of milk -- yet.

So, why do I have to hear Hideous and Horrible Hags yapping mindless absurdities while I buy my doughnut and bottle of milk? On one of the walls, up in a corner, was one of the TV machines being used in a completely wrong and improper way. Instead of being used as a monitor for a computer, or to show home made videos, it was connected to a TV Turd Terrorist channel on which a pack of Freak Cunts and Bitch Terrorists were loudly yapping at each other like deranged coyotes. Those Twisted Twats (with huge-nosed assholes) were on a TV Turd Terrorist channel at about 1000 AM on a weekday.

[[I tried to find something else to use instead of 'Twat', but if I used 'Twisted Snakes' you might not know what I am talking about. Everybody knows what the 'Twisted Twats' are.]]

Only the Stupid Media Addict in the building was watching the Turds. It was sitting at a small table near the machine and it was shocked at the freaky bitches that were being shown. It was having a hard time drinking its coffee while watching the freak show. I could describe it physically, but all such Media Addicts look the same -- dazed and dumpy. Whether fat or thin, short or tall, blue or green, they all look dazed and dumpy.

Sooo ... I was standing in a line to buy my doughnut and bottle of milk, and I heard the shrieking lies of the Twisted Twats on the machine. Eleven other people were also in the building and they all utterly ignored the TV Turd Terrorists, as though the things did not exist. As though they were dead to such death.

On the machine, the Twisted Twats were trying to verbally roast the current Resident in the White Outhouse (in Wash This Death City); while a prepared audience of Terrorists cackled and screeched with each new lie shrieked against the current Resident. I bought my doughnut and bottle of milk and left, noticing that by now even the Addict had left. This was down two Addicts from the last time I was there. I was there a year ago, and the same Twisted Twats were on the machine, but that time there was a nervous Stupid Idiot and a ferret-like Mad Russian and a bored Fat Black Toad watching the machine. They too were gone before I bought my doughnut and bottle of milk.

What does it all mean?
Answer: For one thing, it means that the brainwashing that is dealt out to the Idiot Masses (unwashed and uncouth) is working less and less each year. Take the sick and psychotic Bitch Turds that infest the domestic Hispanic populations as an example. Ten years ago all that those things had to do was to scream obscenities (at a speed that no one could understand) and all of their Hispanic slaves and Hispanic relatives would snap to attention and try to kill whatever (or whomever) those Satanic Cunts hated that day.
Now -- Nada.
Now, having failed so many times by screaming lies, the same Satanic Cunts are trying to be persuasive by demeaning everyone around them in quiet and nice tones. Cajoling everyone in sight for being too cowardly to kill.

Isn't that just precious?

gee daddy daddy       whats a cunt
well son       its a kind of catastrophic failure

This is a research project for somebody:
Answer these questions ...
*How did such pieces of dogshit (like the Twisted Twats on the TV Turd Terrorist channels) come into existence?
*What horrid evil created the things?
*What horrid evils control the things?
*What horrid evils pay the things?
*What horrid and evil lies are the twats expected to commit next month? Next year?
*What horrid and evil cult of psychotic killers is behind it all?

common language
every day
reality

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NOTES RELATED TO THE ONSET OF QUEERAPSY:

I would like to start off these notes by saying that I have never met an asshole that I liked.

never will

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The BUWI enemies of the Earth are not just WRONG -- the things are ASTRONOMICALLY WRONG!!!!!!!!!! Swine like them have been WRONG for centuries. And, there is no longer any such thing as being merely 'WRONG-MINDED'; that is a condition from 'way-back-when'. These enemies are as guilty as sin, and they know it.

They are the 'SINISTER' in Planet Sinister.

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A good way to deal with our enemies is to know which ones they are; to shun them when identified; to reduce them and reject them. An excellent way to know where they are (and who they are) is to watch the flags. Any place that lowers the American Flag for any reason -- IS THE ENEMY!!!!

No Human Being will ever lower the American Flag because of ANYTHING that the Queer Medias or the Queer Government says or does. Both are endless and perpetual liars -- Total Deviates. There is no such thing as erasing their real perverted identities with years of Queer Propaganda and the pretense that they never did anything queer against us. Both are forever evil and perverted.

Keep track of any place that conforms to and promotes Queer Propaganda by lowering the American Flag when told to do so by the Queer Medias and the Queer Government. Avoid doing business at such places. Shun them. Quarantine them. Place them on your List of Antagonist. Do nothing whatsoever to give them money. Share your list!

queer disney will finance them anyway

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A True Story.

For one terrible and disgusting hour I was sitting in the Senate Corral, inside the Golden Pimple on the butt of Des Compost Aliens! (formerly des moines) At first I thought I was having a nightmare. For one terrible hour I thought I was inside the Golden Pimple of all White Nigger Idol Worshipers!

I was at a truckstop in Waterloo, just about to fall asleep for the night, when a pig hauler parked next to me with a trailer full of squealing Hogs. For an hour I had to listen to fat and greedy Senators and perverted Monkey Judges and lunatic Little Charlie Dictators from TV channels discuss their plans to subjugate all of the Real (rural) Iowa to their demands and dictates -- by smothering the Real Iowa with ButtUgly Windmills; the symbol of Deviate Authority over slaves.

I kept hoping the pig hauler next to me would move on, but finally I got out of bed and started my engine and prepared to move to a Human location -- and then the pig hauler took off, pigs complaining as he faded into the night.

What a relief. Peace and quiet. Gentle tranquility. Fresh air again. Kind of like that 'Oh So Pleasant Feeling' that comes after a successful Napalm Strike on your worst enemies.

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Notice: Ida County has ceased to exist. Buried under an avalanche of ButtUgly Windmills, Ida County has become a graveyard. I have renamed it 'I'd Rather Be Dead' County. Any Human would rather be dead than live there.

IT LOOKS LIKE SHIT BECAUSE COUNTY SUPERVISORS LOOK LIKE SHIT!!!!!!!!!!

FACT! THE APPEARANCE OF A COUNTY LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THE BRAINS OF ITS COUNTY SUPERVISORS!!!!!!!!!!

FACT!

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The Twisted Species of Politics owes the National Debt -- NOT the People!

County Supervisors owe the County Debt -- NOT the People!

City Administrators owe the City Debt -- NOT the People!

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Are you nauseated by the existence of the Imbeciles that once thought we would care what five monkeys in a cage in Wash This Death City crapped for decisions?

Forget those retards! Let them burn in Hell and die -- or worse -- let them become Forrid Fuckup drivers -- the sure road to Queerapsy!

I am not trying to prevent Queerapsy. I am defining it. I am revealing it. Queerapsy is happening no matter what I do, and I will not try to help any thing in the Queer Coalition Bladders for any reason.

there are always the psych creatures for them
and more mind fornication

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About what Human Communications is NOT:

No manner of window dressing or insidious lies can alter the fact that the scum of the Satellite companies and the Cable companies (that promoted the genocide attempts against the Human Species and still do) are getting money from the TV channels -- no matter what!!!!

This is absolute, regardless of whatever a TV channel pretends to be. Which means, channels that use the Cable or Satellite companies are TV Turd Terrorist channels -- no matter what!!!!!!!!!!
This is a Universal Constant.
Learn what that means.
It is not going to change.
Permanent and forever.
Period.
Done.

Therefore, any exposure to such media filth (no matter what it pretends to be) will lead to Final Queerapsy!

watch tv       lose all

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I don't know what the White Nigger Problem is.

I've never heard of (or seen) a White Nigger that does not want to be a White Nigger. The ones that are smart enough to know what they are, that is.

So what's the problem?

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Did a White Nigger tell you that Peters is 'Not Practical'?

Remember this -- you are in the revolution the second that you turn off the Queer Medias.
You are a Suckypuss Punk the second you let a White Nigger sell you anything.

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OMG! Forrid has a rotten idea ...
Queers will rule the World!
Forrid will rule the wooden dildo market!!!!
As advertised!!!!
An Incrazy idea that is already rotting in its grave.

Every time I see a free person walking along a street sidewalk without a Queer or a Forrid or a Media Molester attacking him or her -- I remember what is rotting in its grave ... High Hopes For Low Queerism.

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The Rape of Iowa ruins every Human, not just those of the Real Iowa. The puss-brained Pustules inside the Golden Pimple of Des Aliens harm every Human Being, every day, and could not care less.

being human is against senatorial procedures anyway

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Was I dreaming?

I dreamt that I had won a government contract for foot-powered Porta-Poddy Concessions and Rental Agencies inside the Golden Pimples of the Damned. The scene was set inside the Golden Sty at Des Compost Aliens; where it is a crime against Politics to be awake. I was standing in the main hallway, which unfortunately I have seen personally, and I was watching big fat Senators test driving a new model of 'Markel's Jiffy and Nifty Portable Speech Amplifier'.

Markel's Jiffy and Nifty Portable Speech Amplifier!

It was basically a standard lavender-colored porta-poddy on four wheels, attached to a pedaling mechanism inside; with rubber bumper guards all around and very flashy lights attached in conspicuous places. However, the catcher that got all of the Senators so excited was the microphone installed in the toilet compartment, just below the toilet seat, and the big loudspeaker on top.

Then, I was watching dozens of boisterous and arguing Senators rousting about in the main hallway, peddling like mad hogs inside porta-poddys, and smashing into each other and exclaiming (through their toilet seats) that theirs' was the superior claim to the rewards and treasures which the Deviates were going to bestow upon them. For following orders and committing the Rape of Iowa. There were dozens of them peddling up and down the main hallway, inside their porta-poddys, body slamming each other and loudly exclaiming their natural superiority and greater claims to a greater portion of the Florida911 and the Texas1984 goodies that had been promised to them.

oh my god
he knows the truth about them

In my dream, I somehow expected all of this. I complained about it though, to some beggar on the floor, who was wrapped in last year's disheveled rags and was holding a small tin cup in a weak and thin hand. He was moaning “Guano for a poor Iowan! Guano for a poor Iowan! Just a little Guano for a poor Iowan!”

I said to him -- “Do I Get Paid For This?”
Whereupon the thin man, with only one eye, looked up at me and stammered “Depends upon what you want to gets paid with Governor. They doesn'ts use money in here!”

Then he exploded into a fireball of yellow sparks and white flames and blue smoke. He had been zapped by a Senatorial Drone; a beastly and ghastly looking thing that resembled a flying watermelon more than anything else. It looked at me with one glass eye and then sped off in the air over the jostling and crashing porta-poddys.

I decided to dream of something else, anything else. I tossed and turned for a while and then settled upon many visions of a certain young woman of exquisite beauty, with magnificent breasts and a great ass. A vision of loveliness and spectacular body parts! Nude of course! Of course! Certainly nude! Who needs clothes in dreams? Why would a beautiful woman wear clothes in my dreams?

the only way to dream

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Did you miss the explanation about the 'Short-Haired Bladder Faggots'?

Let me explain in chronological order, with a very short history ...
*Horrible and brainwashed parents send their innocent Human children to the torture chambers at the Public/Political Schools of the APA/NEA/ACLU; decorated as solid and pristine bastions of mandatory education to hide the fact that they are Factories of Solid Waste.
*Terrible years later, rubber dolls with silly putty for brains, are returned to the horrible and brainwashed parents; along with strict orders to continue the sodomy treatments and closely enforce Mandatory Voting.
*The male victims begin their existence of Servitude to Satan as short-haired page boys for Politicians, already being adept at the Sucking Arts.
*As the Bowel Movement expands and threatens explosive carnage upon the Idiot Masses, orders come up from Satan to groom as many male victims as possible to look as deranged and as psychopathic and evil-possessed as they can be costumed to look like. Including longer unkempt hair of weird colors.
*The carefully architectured Bowel Movement Agenda reaches its final culmination with a Circle Crap by five naked monkeys in a cage in Wash This Death City, on June 26th of 2013.
*Then, the UNTHINKABLE happens. Everyone else ignores the vote.
*All plans for Deviate Conquest of the World collapse, as the Queer Coalition Bladders are beset by seizures and convulsions due to backed up fecal pressure that cannot be released.
*Emergency orders come up from Satan to recall all douched male victims, and cut their hair, and dress them in 'normal' looking clothes again.
*Deviate Plan B begins.
*Deviate Plan B crashes and burns.
*Deviate Plan C begins.
*Deviate Plan C crashes and burns.
*Deviate Plan D begins.
*Deviate Plan D crashes and burns.
*Deviate Plan E begins.
*Deviate Plan E crashes and burns.
*Deviate Plan F begins.
*Deviate Plan F crashes and burns.
*In a delirium of desperation, the Deviate Masters hypnotize many of their former male victims to believe that none of what has happened to them so far -- ever happened. Every Short-Haired Bladder Faggot is given a new identity and a new past history, by hypnotic means.
*Demented White Females order their short-haired lapdogs to buy Forrid Fuckups and parade their facial anuses in public, instead of their whoopee cushion anuses; as was originally planned when the Human Species was supposed to die.
*This also serves as a camouflage screen for the spread of Queer Storm Troopers.
*Plan G stands for 'Godless War'.
That brings us up to date.

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By the way -- the threat by the Hideous Fat Hags of the Deviate's Bowel Movement Agenda -- to reek revenge upon any Human who ruined their twisted and anti-life mental sickness -- is real. Those POS thought they would rule over a Demented World by now. Instead, they are drinking piss out of their own shoes -- alone.

It is the 'alone' part that they object to.

and no psych creature
to hold their genitals of the week

So ... I wish for all Humans everywhere to keep an eye on those Bladder Bladders and their pet Short-Hairs. Not just your usual Bitch and Doggie show they.

in the back of a horrid forrid

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I saw that Pack of Perverts. A slimy and slithering collection of three-faced Forrid Fuckup drivers has been going around the counties, in new white Forrid Fuckups, trying to stir up trouble against myself and Human Resistance while my back was turned. In Reality, against the Truth about all hideous deeds of Satanism.

They have failed.
I will remember this.

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Chevy, GMC, Nissan, Dodge, Jeep, BMW, Mercedes, Buick, Chrysler, Honda, Cooper, Volkswagen, Cadillac, Kia -- these are the brands for the People; who want the Truth much more than they want a Cult of Assholes.

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Right On Human Warriors! Right On!

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Markel Peters


THE REALITY:

ONCE THE TRUTH HAS BEEN SAID -- THEIR LIES ARE DEAD!

TRANSLATIONS--TRADUCCIONES--TRADUCTIONS--ÃœBERSETZUNGEN


I AM INCLUDING A WEBPAGE TRANSLATOR.

I HOPE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND IT IN YOUR LANGUAGE.

WHATEVER TRANSLATION IS CREATED BY THIS -- IT WILL NOT BE AS GOOD AS THE MESSAGE WAS IN THE ORIGINAL ENGLISH. THAT IS BECAUSE LANGUAGES DO NOT TRANSLATE MECHANICALLY. IT TAKES A HUMAN BRAIN TO BE ABLE TO PROPERLY TRANSLATE THE WORKS OF ANOTHER HUMAN BRAIN.

THANK YOU

TRANSLATE INTO YOUR LANGUAGE

QUEERAPSY IS HERE, AND THIS TRUTH IS NOT GOING AWAY.

I Recently Put Out A Message Entitled 'Pre-Queerapsy Levels', About The Inevitable Brain Leprosy That Happens To All Queer Media Addicts And Idiot Voters. (Same Thing)
Here Is A Web Link To The Original Document Of That Message.
Please Distribute This As Widely As Possible Throughout Our Species. It Will Help Humans Who Have To Deal With Queerapsy Victims.
Thank You
Markel Peters
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1OwHSUal4EYVBt2hlDEEdIxNYG3yJ99nx/view?usp=sharing
The original version.

IF A DEMOCRAP IS SMILING -- SOMETHING INNOCENT IS DYING!

IF A DEMOCRAP IS DYING -- SOMETHING INNOCENT IS SMILING!

COPY EVERYTHING THAT YOU CAN FROM THIS WEBSITE INTO YOUR OWN PERSONAL HARD DRIVES!!!!!!!!!!

SOON -- IF THE DEMOCRAPS HAVE THEIR WAY -- ALL OF THIS WILL BE 'FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE'.

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DEBT CLOCK IS HERE!

VIEW DEBTCLOCK TO SEE FOR YOURSELF HOW UNCARING AND VILE THE SO-CALLED GOVERNMENT OF THE POLITICS CIRCUS IS.

http://www.usadebtclock.com/

THESE ARE THE REAL NUMBERS BEHIND THE SQLD TAKEOVER OF ALL POLITICS.

HERE ARE SOME OTHER DEBT CLOCKS FOR SO-CALLED DEVELOPED COUNTRIES>>>>

http://countrymeters.info/en/Canada/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Mexico/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Venezuela/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Brazil/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Argentina/economy

http://www.nationaldebtclocks.org/debtclock/russia

http://countrymeters.info/en/Saudi_Arabia/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/South_Africa/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/India/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Taiwan_(Republic_of_China)/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Singapore/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Republic_of_Korea/economy

http://www.nationaldebtclocks.org/debtclock/china

http://www.nationaldebtclocks.org/debtclock/japan

http://www.australiandebtclock.com.au/

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Chain of Evil -- still has not changed.

Chain of Evil -- still has not changed.
Chain of Evil -- still has not changed

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