As I promised, here are
some videos to go with that last message called 'Straight As Nature'.
Video 1
Video 2
An additional video that
discusses the question -- How Do You Bury A Politician?
Do I sound too harsh or
mean to you?
Forget such nonsense
ideas! I could be pounding on the desk with a sledgehammer, and still
not be demonstrative enough for these occasions and this War.
And, sure enough -- no
sooner do I make those videos than I (once again) hear the very
reasons why such messages and videos must be made.
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Today (Sunday) is a nice
and bright day here in Southern Illinois, but yesterday was not so
wonderful; and that was because of Radio Interference and Speaker
Slime.
Yesterday, started
innocently enough; but during the day I was inside two places that
were playing Filthy Monkey stations and one also sold queer magrags.
The choice of the two places was totally coincidental, so it is not
as though I was looking for filth.
I was in the first place
(in Lincoln, NE) for about thirty minutes. I was in the second place
in Iowa for about twenty minutes.
In the first place, the
speaker on the ceiling was sliming really badly. The ooze came from
three Filthy Monkeys at an FM station, one fag and two lesies. They
were saying that some sports celebrities are so fat that they cannot
wipe their own asses, and need FM listeners to help them with that.
They babbled incoherently
after that, then it was mentioned that Smelltone John has a 'guy' to
wipe its ass for it. Then, they babbled incoherently some more, and
then one bitch monkey started to jabber about an article in a recent
Creeple magrag (formerly People).
Then, they babbled some
more about Perverts and ass wiping. Then, they played a song called
'Afternoon Delights', and they all screeched to the music like
demented parrots. At that time I left.
Several hours later, I was
in a store in Western Iowa and it also had an FM station playing. All
of the songs that slimed out of the speaker at that store, were sung
by dipshit bitches that sang pre-arranged propaganda scripts -- all
of which said that Real Men are mean.
Between SQLD songs, a
simpering faggot came on the speaker (once) and insinuated that Real
Men are bad news, and we all need to listen to the music.
On the magazine rack in
the store, were some copies of the Puss magrag (formerly Us); and on
the front cover was a grotesque photograph of the same dead freak
that had once been a well-known male athlete and was brainwashed (for
publicity purposes) into getting a 'sex change'. That happened, when
it became a victim of lesie-turd propaganda, inside a Queer
Coalition. It was last seen on the cover of the Creeple bloody
magrag.
I threw the copies of Puss
in a trash can, bought some other items and left.
All of that filth, both in
Nebraska and in Iowa, was ordered to happen simultaneously -- by the
Queer Propagandists. Do you know how? Do you know why?
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Clue: This is what happens
when Greed, and Merchandising Necessities to feed that Greed, replace
Morality.
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Markel Peters
