Virally I Say To Thee... (The World Banking Virus) September 11, 2018

Everyone’s phone chimed at once; each one of the over four hundred attendees to a person in the auditorium for the “Coding For Life” seminar looked at each other perplexed with the, “Was that my phone or your phone?” look.  No one in the auditorium was incorrect after everyone had checked their given phone; then the gasps and expletives were frustrated out.  Mostly, “Oh, Shit!”  Some, “Mother Fuckers!”  A few, “What the fucks!”  A couple of, “They actually are doing this shit!”  The couple were correct.  Over four hundred attendees knew what had just happened and it was real, too real.

Everyone, according to their texts…was flat fucking broke!  

Start Giving A Good Solid Fuck! (BBP) October 31, 2017

You’re supposed to have your smart phone more than one inch from your body, that is stated in your user’s guide.  Does anyone care?  Does anyone really give a good solid fuck?

 

Trans fats are horrible for your health, the fats cause all types of various health complications.  Does anyone care?  Does anyone really give a good solid fuck? 

Fluoride is a poison. Our waters should not be contaminated with it nor should we be ingesting it willfully at all.  Does anyone care?  Does anyone really give a good solid fuck?... 

We could go on and on My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs, but you know what the truth is: People/We…do…not…want…to…know…the…truth.  Did I coin that shit?  Of course not!  But I am finding the more research that I do about various subjects, the more that statement is becoming an absolute.  And that ain’t fuckin good at all for all of US.

People call the ones like I “Conspiracy nuts.”  Shit, I’ll be a nut as long as I can choose the kind.  I think I’ll be a macadamia.  Yeah, loves me some of those shits.  They are too damn expensive but if I had my druthers…yes, I’ll be your nut…but I’ll be the one that you cannot resist.  Hah!  Ain’t that some shit!

The truth is out there waiting for all of US lost souls to grab on to it and set this askew world straight.

President Trump was not elected by the sorry ass Electorate for nothing!  There is something percolating and it’s not coffee but it is damn sure malodorous and dark-brown in color.  Believe that kid!

Peace!  More to come…

One Moment Of Clarity (BBP) 2018

There is a moment of clarity culminating.  Striating into nothingness and oneness; people being scared being aware.  Stare at the underwear of this nation's perpetually skid marked drawers.  We have forgotten why we are in the state of the union that we are currently in; wearing thin to never win over the evil cowards that have circumvented the proper human resources doctrine to gain a rightful position.  Condition critical going cynical and whimsical as the cattle-call purposefully kills us all. 

Unless…

Memo To The Various Countries In The United Nations (President, Council On Foreign Relations, Dr. Richard N. Haass, Jewish Religion) Thursday, June 15, 2017 @ 6:33 AM

“These are the events that are needed to bring about a New World Order,” Dr. Richard N. Haass wrote in a memo to various UN Nations"... with the untimely, brilliant psy-op shooting that happened in America with the republican party, the burning and deaths of ethnic peoples in London's high rise recently and the beautifully staged event in Alexandria, Virginia, we are on schedule of full control and planned ‘Oneness' by the date stated previously.  Keep up the good work all of you in this soon to be, ‘One world.’  Our goals will be achieved shortly.  Haass out!”

The Mark Of The Beast (Anti-Globalist, Kirk Freedom) December 05, 2017 @ 3:33 pm

The beast will come from the east to feast on the least.  Defeat the notion of freedom erroneously twisted vilely into serfdom by the Globalists elite's mighty kingdom; pervasive fiefdom will become the doldrums of humans’ existence.  There will be no choice for the RFID only its presence; hence the tests have started in the west.  Red, white and blue is nothing new;  only two choices of: red or blue because white has never been true; so what pray tell will be you?

The Genesis Of The New World Order (POTUS) Sunday, July 16, 2017, 06:33 pm

They had to crank it up bigtime.  They were way behind schedule and the Council On Foreign Relations told them just that, “Given the climate of this earth, the United Nations’ countries must step up terror attacks simulations so that we can be on schedule for full-fledged Oneness by Tuesday, August 15, 2017 for the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops, the day of reckoning.” 

“Well, I’ll be shit!”  United States President Donald Trump said in frustration, "Don't these bastards know to respect the beginning of Season Seven of The Game of Thrones!" To his White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer.

Aussi (Fifty-One Years Old, Broke Black Prophet) May, 2017

“What’s wrong?”  My wife asked.

“Uh, Dr. Jennings is thinking about closing up shop and I have to be proactive and start looking for another career path,” I said.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.  You’re good with people. What do you want to do?”  She said.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t really know.  Shit, I’m fifty-one years old and what company is going to put their given stock into a fifty-one years old ex-optician, office manager and Butler University graduate?”  I asked.

“You’ll be surprised,” my wife said offhandedly.

“Well surprise me because I don’t see it happening,” I said.

“Just start applying for the positions that you would like to partake in and you’ll see,” she said.

“The fuck that mean,” I said.

“The fuck the way it supposed to mean,” she said and I understood perfectly.

“Okay,” I said.

“Oh-Oh!”  She exclaimed.

“Oh, shit!  That ain’t a good oh-oh!” I said.

“No, everything is fine except…” she said leaving me hanging.

“Except what?” I asked.

“You’re going to have to lose the Blog.  Everything has changed in the workforce.  The various human resources at these companies, go online and delve into the internet wake of potential employees; I'm sorry to inform you,” she said.

“Oh, shit!” I said painfully.

“Ditto!” She said painfully aussi.

What's Up With This Shit? (BBP) August 2018

There’s something missing in my soul.  I don’t know what, but it’s critical.  I know something is amiss, but what?  It’s like eating chili but there is no taste of chili, shit there’s no taste at all.  All I’m doing is just eating but I can see that it is chili: what looks like ground beef, onions, light chocolate color of the mixture, tomatoes diced here and there, red beans, epazote, cilantro, cumin…I know it’s chili because I made the shit…but no fuckin taste.  The fuck that about?

 

Like now.  I know I’m living because shit, I woke up and started this muh fuckah today.  But…somethings the fuck off!  And every day that I wake some shit is slipping in this life; slipping in my life.

Quite askew.  But what?  

American Signage to the Federal Government: NO! MEANS NO! YOU HAVE TO PAY TO FUCK US...NOW! (Fifty-One Years Old, Broke Black Prophet) Today

We pay to get fucked!  Whah?  You heard my fuckin Black muh fuckin ass!  But just in case, We pay to get fucked!  And not just a little fucked either.  Oh no!  We pay to get fucked hard, raw and nasty!  Cum and booty juice all on our sorry ass faces.  Some vomitus substance near our feet…and then we got the nerves to ask, ‘What the fuck just happened?’  The fuck niggah!  You just got fucked nasty and sloppy as fuck and yo sorry ass paid for that shit!  Um!  Shame befo God! 

And the sad thang bout this shit is: we keep takin those goddamned wallets and pocketbooks out to pay for the shit…a-the-fuck-gain and a-the-fuck-gain! Taxing the dog shit out of US so we can pay for their pleasures,vices and fuck-ups!  The fuck wrong with US? 

Cause why?  I’ll tell you since yo no count havin ass has the nerves to asks such a silly, dumbass question; because for some reason we think that one of these times they are gonna fuck us good and nice!  Hah!  We some dumb shits!  No fuckin such thing! Fuckin nice, is an oxy-fuckin-moron!  And heavy on that moron part!

Cash for clunkers my ass!  Bailed the auto industry out big time on the American public’s, US, dime.  And then the banks have the nerves to not want to lend money to people because of defaulting on car loans, which the federal government made possible because an average American can’t afford the price tag of a new car or a used fuckin car because the clunkers are all fuckin gone! Sonsabitches.

Y’all remember when cable television came out?  Said that the programming would be limited to little or no commercials because of subscribers paying for the service!  One-hundred and sixty dollars a month later, muh fuckahs got commercials ad-nauseam.  And we keep auto-paying with those credit cards on file!  Ain’t said shit!  Just bending over and takin it deep without even thinkin bout usin lube on yo beat-up, bout ready tah be protracted prolapsed anal violated ass!  The fuck wrong with US!

Then they tell US, ‘You can’t file bankruptcy on your student loans!’  But we can dismiss a company’s debt worth billions of dollars because they employ too many people!  Or, we can bail out companies close to a trillion dollars because the companies are too big to fail, but you cannot be forgiven for that one hundred thousand student loan debt you are enslaved with!  And we’re not even sorry for that shit!  By the way…could you bend over please, we need to get our dicks wet and our freak on…

It’s time My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs to make them understand, “No means no!  You sick nasty mother fuckers!  My ass can't takes it no fuckin mo!” 

On the real!  More to come…

Not A Spectators' Game (Fifty-One Years Old, Broke Black Prophet) July 4, 2017

So, my wife asked me, “Why haven’t you been writing?” 

“I thought about that just yesterday as a matter of fact,” I said.

“What did you come up with?” She asked

“I’m still thinking about that query,” I said.

“Well, I like to read. Just telling you,” she said.

…And I guess the answer to the question is, “What the fuck can I write, say, declare…that would make any fuckin difference in this fucked up world today?” 

I mean shit!  You go to sleep one day; wake up; and a whole nother fucked up anecdote to add to all the other ill anecdotes that have been accumulating at an absurd maniacal speed.

 

Confused?  Shit doesn’t even come close!  The fuck goin on with this existence, with US?  It’s like I am witnessing a slow motion head-on, dead-on carnage filled collision that will be like no other ever witnessed!  I want to stop it…but how can I with my grain of sand ass?

 

Like everybody, lookin at those goddamned stupid ass cell phones that they cannot take their eyes off of those silly screens all the goddamned fuckin time, I too have become a spectator to this life without knowing how to enter the damn human game to make a fuckin difference!  But I must get out of the bleachers and enter this game of life before it's over!

Cause this fifty-one to nil shit just ain’t gonnah work!  Yah heard may?  On the real, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs!

More to come...

Just Fucking Fetid (Anonymous) 2018

Vinyl sided stack and packs;

No more lumberjacks.

Intra-communication;

No more intercommunication.

Texting alone;

No more talking on the telephone.

A Global Community;

No more Family unity.

Children being raped and pillaged;

No more “It takes a village”...

Humanity needing triage;

No more patchouli sillage.

Operation Genesis DJT 4-10-20 MKU14061959 (Thirteen Years Old, Donald John Trump, MKU Splitter) June 14, 1959

“I’m not going!”  Donald said.

“You think this is all about you?  This is about this family and our future!”  Fred said.

“Donald please say ‘Yes’!  Do you not understand what they have promised for this family because of your gifts?”  Mary said.

“I don’t care.  I’m not going Mom…Dad.”  Donald said without much emotion.

“It’s only an hour or so away.  You won’t be too far from us or your brothers and sisters.” Fred said.

“I’m not going!  I don’t care what you might say,” Donald said.

“They told us that not only will everyone be taken care of but Donald, your son, will one day be President.”  Mary said.

“President?  They said that?  President?”  Donald asked.

“Yes!” Fred and Mary said in unison.

“Okay then!  I’ll attend their military school under those conditions!”  Donald said.

“Good!  That’s settled!  Let’s break the news to your Uncle John at MIT!  He’s going to love to hear this news!”  Fred said.