Tuesday, April 23, 2019
The Caucasoids (Lien Back, Black History Professor, TSU) March 3, 2001
Do you know who hates black people more than white christian men? Oh, you don't? Well, let me tell yo lil ass a lil somehn-somehn. The answer to that query is: white ashkenazim jews. And do you know why? Well let me educate you just a wee bit. Well, the ashenazim/askenazi jew are the ones that were banished by the Beta Isarael Jews to the Caucasus Mountains because of their erratic, crazy behavior. Once they escaped, came running down from the mountains, they vowed to destroy the Tribe of Shem, Black folks. The Beta Israel Ethiopian Jews are the real deal. These ashkenazi white looking trying to pass themselves off as Jews are squirrels trying to retrieve a nut...(to be continued...)
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Can We Really Speak Truths Here...(Fifty-One Years Old, Jestikid Jenkins, Comedienne) 2020
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh…in a four-three count rhythm, both like a marked
finetuned clock sexing and loving it out…But niggah…I say niggah…did I tell you
that no matter how a muh fucka hittin it…shit, yo ass gotstah keep yo playa
card in check! If yah didn’t know yo stankin ass betta ask somebody…else with
yo tired ass! Where was a bitch at…? Bingo!
Bango! Stank negro…I fuckin got
it! But are you ready? I mean really ready? Come on naw yo ass can tell a bitch?! Whah naw?
I can’t hear ya? Right.
Right. I understand. Well shit…I
can make you understand is this now we talkin: …
I was a mistress of such fine, media conditioned moral of codes until, that fine muh
fucka got high. Girl! Shit! Owwww wee.
No in front of you, this ain’t got shit ta do bout no damned playa card.
This shit ‘tween lady to lady, bitch-ta-bitch, woman ta woman…and whatevah the
fuck…when that muh fuckah high?! Oh shit! Let me give you a wee bit! So he sucks that pussy lookin up at a bitch
and shit like, “I’m tearin that muh fuckin shit up I know and I’m just lettin you
know,” and you say to yo tryin ta be a prudish ass, “ Yes you are muh fuckah, bitch done climaxed three times in the past, let
me see here, six minutes! Whatever you want
to do, do muh fuckah, cause a bitch is down!
And did I stress: Down?..." The playa
card is on fuckin notice at this point. For the, piece da resistance, aftah it is all said and done,
he sticks that dick out bitch, and as quiet as it’s kept, the size doesn’t
mattah! Call me crazy! Call me bullshitter! Whatever my sweet bitches! And we sure in the hell will not let the shit
out to such a clumsy, inept and dysfunctionaled gender. But we, women are on a cerebral plane; you, my
fucked male friends, are on a physical level; yet, you white media so-called Christian and ashkenazi mother
fuckers want to stigmatize the female as “less intelligent than our male fellow
human.” Crock of fuckin’ dick cheney
bullshit!... (…to be continue)
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
Relevancy and Communism (BBP)
Everybody wants to stay relevant. Taking selfies ad nauseum. Needing to be told that they are cared for all the fuckin time or better yet, loved every second of every damned day.
Law Enforcement Officials wanting kudos and credit for arresting the bad guy. Ain't that their fuckin job? Fire-persons wanting to be recognized for putting out those horrible fires. Again, ain't that their fuckin job? Military people that want to be honored for fighting for our country. The draft long since gone; hence, military personnel contracting to do a fuckin military job. No one forced any of these professionals to sign up to do their fuckin job; yet, for some reason we, as a populous, must be politically correct in respecting and honoring these people for just doing their fuckin job? The fuck? Well, I say fuck that!
What has happened to just: I am doing a good fuckin job because I am paid to do the job which I signed up to do? What's wrong with being just regular ol' normal having to go to work Meredith? Is a muh fuckah missin somethin here? I mean I'm witnessin some propagandized USSR bullshit right in my own backyard! The fuck you say? The fuck I said it goddamnit!
Law Enforcement Officials wanting kudos and credit for arresting the bad guy. Ain't that their fuckin job? Fire-persons wanting to be recognized for putting out those horrible fires. Again, ain't that their fuckin job? Military people that want to be honored for fighting for our country. The draft long since gone; hence, military personnel contracting to do a fuckin military job. No one forced any of these professionals to sign up to do their fuckin job; yet, for some reason we, as a populous, must be politically correct in respecting and honoring these people for just doing their fuckin job? The fuck? Well, I say fuck that!
What has happened to just: I am doing a good fuckin job because I am paid to do the job which I signed up to do? What's wrong with being just regular ol' normal having to go to work Meredith? Is a muh fuckah missin somethin here? I mean I'm witnessin some propagandized USSR bullshit right in my own backyard! The fuck you say? The fuck I said it goddamnit!
Friday, January 11, 2019
Shove This Job Really Hard Up Yo No Good For Nothin Ungrateful Ass, Mother Fucker! (Broke Black Prophet) Monday, January 14, 2019 @ 5:00:01
So the muh fuckahs got yo sorry ass at a cut the fuck rate. But that don't fuckin mattah! Hell fuckin naw! Like a nasty mothah fuckah payin a crack-head ho tah suck their nasty muh fuckin dicks, all of the sudden the rules fuckin change a wee little bit befo the bitch get paid their fetid smellin breath and feinin five dollah a dick suckin sad awhile ass.
Now the muh fuckah wants yo ass ta not only suck their nasty smelly dick and balls, fo five fuckin dollahs no less, they want tah fuck yah in the ass without a condom; oh and, by the way, can you lick my asshole and make sure you slurp up that black-brownish dingle-berry hangin from my smelly hairy ass?...the fuck!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck you! Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
Now the muh fuckah wants yo ass ta not only suck their nasty smelly dick and balls, fo five fuckin dollahs no less, they want tah fuck yah in the ass without a condom; oh and, by the way, can you lick my asshole and make sure you slurp up that black-brownish dingle-berry hangin from my smelly hairy ass?...the fuck!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck you! Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Malakha Zamar Israel Aziz (Chaldean American, Sunday December 6, 2020) Detroit, Michigan
We knew something was wrong. Or, something strange was occurring. All the rich people were building homes some sixty to a hundred feet underground. It was ubiquitous, like a trend amid the rich.
We didn't think too much of it because the elite have always been kind of eclectic. Of course they have the means to indulge in such eccentricism.
But we should have taken notice because they also are very ostentatious. Always have been and always will be. We should have figured out at that point that something terrible was about to happen. But we didn't. Our Father foretold to all who could hear, read or see of this day coming to pass but we paid Our Father no mind.
And now, a year later, it all made so much sense, in the worst way possible.
We didn't think too much of it because the elite have always been kind of eclectic. Of course they have the means to indulge in such eccentricism.
But we should have taken notice because they also are very ostentatious. Always have been and always will be. We should have figured out at that point that something terrible was about to happen. But we didn't. Our Father foretold to all who could hear, read or see of this day coming to pass but we paid Our Father no mind.
And now, a year later, it all made so much sense, in the worst way possible.
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
The Blood Of The Ram (Sixty-Six Years Old, Quality Control Closer, Freudian Psychologist, Dr. Weah Goalong) June 6, 2019
"I want you to put your index finger and middle finger on your right hand and place it on your right carotid artery. Do this now," he said to the more than a thousand of the prior initiates.
"Good," he said with the same mono-toned voice that the initiates were used to. "Increase our families heartbeats to one hundred and ten beats per minutes," he commanded to some unknown controller.
And sure enough there was an in unison hum of mesmerizing affect throughout the soon to be graduates. The QCC (Quality Control Closer) sharpening the modifications which all the initiates, now graduates, were being fine tuned with these last little anecdotes before blossoming out into the Eden; which, they were all promised would come to those who obeyed throughout the rigorous eighteen months, eighteen days and eighteen hours of mind altering "Life Now With A Purpose" agenda and workshop.
The QCC almost smiled outwardly how easily humans could be so damn gullible. So damned...dumb. Was this the best God created? He himself being a Luciferian. All of so-called "God's Children" or "Christians" were anything but! Apply some pedestrian trauma to them, any of them and they break their respective necks to pledge allegiance to the "Dark Side." Pitiful.
"Decrease heart rate to seventy-five beats per minute," he commanded to someone and seemingly no one again. The same response came from the human chattel.
"Just too damn easy," he thought to himself. But to the soon to be graduates he commanded, "Put your hands down and rest them in your lap. Good. In nine seconds you will loose your breath for thirty seconds. Don't despair or panic...We will give our breath back to you after thirty-three seconds. Begin cessation," he commanded.
"Good Satan! Just too damn easy," he thought to himself again. But to the graduates he soothed, "Relax. Just relax. Good..."
(...to be continued...)
"Good," he said with the same mono-toned voice that the initiates were used to. "Increase our families heartbeats to one hundred and ten beats per minutes," he commanded to some unknown controller.
And sure enough there was an in unison hum of mesmerizing affect throughout the soon to be graduates. The QCC (Quality Control Closer) sharpening the modifications which all the initiates, now graduates, were being fine tuned with these last little anecdotes before blossoming out into the Eden; which, they were all promised would come to those who obeyed throughout the rigorous eighteen months, eighteen days and eighteen hours of mind altering "Life Now With A Purpose" agenda and workshop.
The QCC almost smiled outwardly how easily humans could be so damn gullible. So damned...dumb. Was this the best God created? He himself being a Luciferian. All of so-called "God's Children" or "Christians" were anything but! Apply some pedestrian trauma to them, any of them and they break their respective necks to pledge allegiance to the "Dark Side." Pitiful.
"Decrease heart rate to seventy-five beats per minute," he commanded to someone and seemingly no one again. The same response came from the human chattel.
"Just too damn easy," he thought to himself. But to the soon to be graduates he commanded, "Put your hands down and rest them in your lap. Good. In nine seconds you will loose your breath for thirty seconds. Don't despair or panic...We will give our breath back to you after thirty-three seconds. Begin cessation," he commanded.
"Good Satan! Just too damn easy," he thought to himself again. But to the graduates he soothed, "Relax. Just relax. Good..."
(...to be continued...)
Monday, August 27, 2018
The Knowing of The Quick, Quench and Quirk (Anonymous) Saturday, June 6, 2020
We knew something was wrong when there were never any days without an overcast. The sky that used to be azure blue throughout some days now overshadowed by a man made gray matter; gray matter that appeared to be aerosoled, making cloud-like plumes jettisoned across the landscape by the erratic oft times violent winds.
The media reported what the government wanted them to report: contrail, or condensation trails. The very few that were still aware were not fooled one bit. Weather modification had been around historically written since the 1830's believe it or not. Farmers', botanists, scientists...making huge bonfires with wood to cause an overcast to catch the vapor rising from the earth and to catch that same moisture into that cloud of smoke to dispense over arid areas of this Eden.
Humans are evil at their very core. The gender of man even more so.
And it came to no surprise to the Knowing that they had been manufacturing our various seasons. No surprise at all to understand how famine came to the land of the historical lush and bounty came to the land of the arid. (to be continued...)
The media reported what the government wanted them to report: contrail, or condensation trails. The very few that were still aware were not fooled one bit. Weather modification had been around historically written since the 1830's believe it or not. Farmers', botanists, scientists...making huge bonfires with wood to cause an overcast to catch the vapor rising from the earth and to catch that same moisture into that cloud of smoke to dispense over arid areas of this Eden.
Humans are evil at their very core. The gender of man even more so.
And it came to no surprise to the Knowing that they had been manufacturing our various seasons. No surprise at all to understand how famine came to the land of the historical lush and bounty came to the land of the arid. (to be continued...)
Friday, August 24, 2018
Revenge Is Nigh (Unknown Author) 2019
The Blame
Game
Is the same;
That has gone untamed
Since the beginning;
Sinning;
Never winning;
But whining
from the pining
Shining
From the elusive freedom which created fiefdom.
The strife
Has been greater than dumb;
Take the sum
Of the aggregate,
As we procreate
And propagate,
not to initiate,
Beset the hate,
The fate
Which we have profited
From the so-called prophet
To satiate
the absence of knowledge,
Not speaking of private college,
But to acknowledge
Our great foliage...
The abhorrent pillage
Of this God's Green Beautiful Eden in Earth.
Game
Is the same;
That has gone untamed
Since the beginning;
Sinning;
Never winning;
But whining
from the pining
Shining
From the elusive freedom which created fiefdom.
The strife
Has been greater than dumb;
Take the sum
Of the aggregate,
As we procreate
And propagate,
not to initiate,
Beset the hate,
The fate
Which we have profited
From the so-called prophet
To satiate
the absence of knowledge,
Not speaking of private college,
But to acknowledge
Our great foliage...
The abhorrent pillage
Of this God's Green Beautiful Eden in Earth.
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Nature Is As Nature Has Been (Dr. Liven Lesson) 2021
"Thank you for being with us Dr. Lesson. And I just love your last name. It is so apropos," I said.
"Well thank you so very much. It is so very humbling to be here. I've been doing this for over a half of a century and this is the first interview I have had the pleasure of participating in," Dr. Lesson said.
"No, no, no! The humbling and the pleasure is all mine. You are known throughout the world of zoology as the number one expert in your field," I said.
"Well, I can only say with the utmost graciousness, thank you to you and to all of those who you have spoken to that put me in such undeserving reverence. I love my profession. Always have. What I do is not work at all but a blessing. A blessing because my passion is able to support me and my wife," he said.
"That is so profound. When did you start understanding your life's passion undertaking?" I asked.
"Well, if I understand your query correctly, I will have to respond to the fact that, you remember the series, "The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau?" You do? You look too young to remember such a faraway series really," he said in sincerity.
"Thank you but I am fifty four years old. And believe it or not, my brothers and I, used to huddle around the television set before the series, "The Wonderful World of Disney," on Sunday nights and we would be utterly in awe of Oceanographer Cousteau," I said.
"Good lord! Now I understand. Monsieur Cousteau surely is an icon that I will never be compared to assuredly in future years. But I do appreciate my name and the very esteemed Oceanographer being mentioned in the same conversation. And believe it or not, I had the privilege of speaking with him in Paris just before his passing on Sunday December 01, 1996 , and he died on June 25th the next year," he said.
"Truly solid Dr. Lesson. But changing the conversation a wee bit, what do you foresee, as a zoologist, of the world in the animal kingdom and how we humans and they co-mingle in the near future?" I asked.
He smiled. Looked down at the floor for a bit. Looked up and stared me straight in the eyes and said, "We humans need to defer to the animal kingdom. We know nothing! Forgive me and let me give an understanding of what I am speaking. Take for instance a squirrel. Oh, people look at them without any inclinations or thought. But those same animals, squirrels can save your life if you know nothing by way of media. And you might be asking yourself, "What are you talking about?" And I definitely appreciate the confusion one must be going through with such an arbitrary statement. Believe me," he said and stopped talking for some reason.
"Please continue and indulge us Dr. Lesson," I urged.
"Thank you. I stopped because most people will tune off and not hear a word I say after the statement I had made. I just do not like to waste anyone's time. I speak truths. No more no less. Shall I continue?" He asked.
"Please! I am a sponge to your water of knowledge so please pour," I said.
He smiled, "You are too kind. But thank you so very much. I really mean that. But where was I?...Oh, the squirrel. If you watch a member in the family of scuridae, the squirrel, will tell you all that you need to know about inclement weather. For instance, if a squirrel takes their given supply, nuts and such upward, as in a tree to house before winter, this means there will be a harsh winter.
But if in the adverse, if you see squirrels burying there food into the ground, this would indicate a mild winter; thus relying on a natural order to predict human living conditions given natural known indicators from nature that has spanned since the beginning of life...
(more to come...)
"Well thank you so very much. It is so very humbling to be here. I've been doing this for over a half of a century and this is the first interview I have had the pleasure of participating in," Dr. Lesson said.
"No, no, no! The humbling and the pleasure is all mine. You are known throughout the world of zoology as the number one expert in your field," I said.
"Well, I can only say with the utmost graciousness, thank you to you and to all of those who you have spoken to that put me in such undeserving reverence. I love my profession. Always have. What I do is not work at all but a blessing. A blessing because my passion is able to support me and my wife," he said.
"That is so profound. When did you start understanding your life's passion undertaking?" I asked.
"Well, if I understand your query correctly, I will have to respond to the fact that, you remember the series, "The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau?" You do? You look too young to remember such a faraway series really," he said in sincerity.
"Thank you but I am fifty four years old. And believe it or not, my brothers and I, used to huddle around the television set before the series, "The Wonderful World of Disney," on Sunday nights and we would be utterly in awe of Oceanographer Cousteau," I said.
"Good lord! Now I understand. Monsieur Cousteau surely is an icon that I will never be compared to assuredly in future years. But I do appreciate my name and the very esteemed Oceanographer being mentioned in the same conversation. And believe it or not, I had the privilege of speaking with him in Paris just before his passing on Sunday December 01, 1996 , and he died on June 25th the next year," he said.
"Truly solid Dr. Lesson. But changing the conversation a wee bit, what do you foresee, as a zoologist, of the world in the animal kingdom and how we humans and they co-mingle in the near future?" I asked.
He smiled. Looked down at the floor for a bit. Looked up and stared me straight in the eyes and said, "We humans need to defer to the animal kingdom. We know nothing! Forgive me and let me give an understanding of what I am speaking. Take for instance a squirrel. Oh, people look at them without any inclinations or thought. But those same animals, squirrels can save your life if you know nothing by way of media. And you might be asking yourself, "What are you talking about?" And I definitely appreciate the confusion one must be going through with such an arbitrary statement. Believe me," he said and stopped talking for some reason.
"Please continue and indulge us Dr. Lesson," I urged.
"Thank you. I stopped because most people will tune off and not hear a word I say after the statement I had made. I just do not like to waste anyone's time. I speak truths. No more no less. Shall I continue?" He asked.
"Please! I am a sponge to your water of knowledge so please pour," I said.
He smiled, "You are too kind. But thank you so very much. I really mean that. But where was I?...Oh, the squirrel. If you watch a member in the family of scuridae, the squirrel, will tell you all that you need to know about inclement weather. For instance, if a squirrel takes their given supply, nuts and such upward, as in a tree to house before winter, this means there will be a harsh winter.
But if in the adverse, if you see squirrels burying there food into the ground, this would indicate a mild winter; thus relying on a natural order to predict human living conditions given natural known indicators from nature that has spanned since the beginning of life...
(more to come...)
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
Imminently Tarrying (BBP) Friday, January 03, 2020
There is an endgame. Not a notion but a Goddamned fuckin fact.
So what one has to asks oneself is : Why ? Now that's something to noodle fo sho. I mean we broke muh fuckahs look at this shit so simply: You work, You eat, You drink and You live c'est tout.
I'm sorry you rich sorry ass muh fuckahs, what the fuck am I missin with yo rich lost sorry ass? Avez-vous de l'argent? Oh, I see! Money over life! Cool. Cooler than cool. But let me ask yo sad sorry ass just one lil bitty wee question if I may? Do you really want it to come down to the query of: How much money do you have...to continue to live? Cause if that's the best yo ass got...yo sorry rich ass is gonnah suffah the utmost horrible death evah! Let me repeat: evah! Cause we po' folks out number yo sorry ass, like in South Africa during and afrah Apartheid, Twenty-Thousand to One but we ain't no scared niggahs, fuck naw. And please forgive an ignant muh fuckah like me, but I just have to understand, do you really think this is going to fair well for your sorry ass?
I mean really?
I'll be waitin patiently for your answer up until hell has to open up on that ass. For real.
Peace! More to come...
So what one has to asks oneself is : Why ? Now that's something to noodle fo sho. I mean we broke muh fuckahs look at this shit so simply: You work, You eat, You drink and You live c'est tout.
I'm sorry you rich sorry ass muh fuckahs, what the fuck am I missin with yo rich lost sorry ass? Avez-vous de l'argent? Oh, I see! Money over life! Cool. Cooler than cool. But let me ask yo sad sorry ass just one lil bitty wee question if I may? Do you really want it to come down to the query of: How much money do you have...to continue to live? Cause if that's the best yo ass got...yo sorry rich ass is gonnah suffah the utmost horrible death evah! Let me repeat: evah! Cause we po' folks out number yo sorry ass, like in South Africa during and afrah Apartheid, Twenty-Thousand to One but we ain't no scared niggahs, fuck naw. And please forgive an ignant muh fuckah like me, but I just have to understand, do you really think this is going to fair well for your sorry ass?
I mean really?
I'll be waitin patiently for your answer up until hell has to open up on that ass. For real.
Peace! More to come...
Monday, August 6, 2018
You Heard May (BBP) 3:33 pm Friday, August 2, 2019
The plight is the fight. Not tonight but forever until humankind finds the thin line defining human from inhuman's sins. People comparing a dog to children or a brethren sends all the kin to suck wind. Fend off another flu coming to you...soon. A buffoon of a wake to take the birthday peoples' cake for Heaven's sake. Intake the manifold to hold the exhaust, the real boss to the floss, going in and out to bring about pieces to the cause of the great decay. The righteous always has to rinse to stay okay.
Obey our Father's instructions and stay in the present.
Repent and consent to the natural pure innocence of US. Stop the fuss. No need to cuss. We must...
continue to live being cool; you lovely, one of a kind and perfectly created beautiful fool...
(...more to come)
Obey our Father's instructions and stay in the present.
Repent and consent to the natural pure innocence of US. Stop the fuss. No need to cuss. We must...
continue to live being cool; you lovely, one of a kind and perfectly created beautiful fool...
(...more to come)
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Nonsense (BBP)
The old saying goes in a negative connotation, "The blind leading the blind." In hindsight that makes no fucking sense to me.
But the seeing leading the seeing...now that's what I'm talkin bout! Why in the fuck if I see just as well as a muh fuckah do I need that muh fuckah tah lead my Black broke ass any-fuckin-where? Very apropos and negative as hell. Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
But the seeing leading the seeing...now that's what I'm talkin bout! Why in the fuck if I see just as well as a muh fuckah do I need that muh fuckah tah lead my Black broke ass any-fuckin-where? Very apropos and negative as hell. Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
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