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)

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...

An Online Shopping Company By Any Other Name Is Still A Sears And Roebuck (BBP) August 3, 2018

Muh fuckah!  Muh fuckah!  "There is nothing new under the sun."  And again, I didn't coin that shit.  Fuck naw!  The fuckin preacher, my man, Ecclesiastes talked that shit so long ago biblically.  But what I say, goddamnit, is :  Yo ass can tell the fuckin future while in the past!  Right the fuck now!  Yah heard my sorry Black ass!

The fuck niggah?  The fuck back niggah!  Shit times ten!

Let me give yo lil sorry ass a lil anecdote tah noodle.  Richard Warren Sears and Alvah Curtis Roebuck, better known as, Sears and Roebuck.  I'm sure yo ass has heard of the two, or at least what those broke bitches today, who started the company stated previously; now, just Sears goddamnit and fuck the Roebuck!  But anyway...

They started out as a mail-order only company back in 1892.  Then what the fuck their sorry ass do?  Well you guessed it!  They fucked up!  They went and built a brick-and-mortar the year of our lord in 1925.  They didn't foresee it then...but that decision began the demise of the company which they created.  Oh, don't get it twisted.  Up until October 1989 they were the largest retailer in this here United States.  In that same year Walmart put a boot in that ass and became king of the retail realm.  And Sears been losing ground faster than a leadin marathoner whose plantar fasciitis decided to say, "how yo tired ass doin motha fucka," at the eighteenth mile.

Now yo ass may be confused and start sayin, "The fuck!?  What?  Where yo Black sorry ass goin with this cause you done lost a muh fucka fo sho!"  Duly noted!  Out-fucking-standing in fact!  Just goes tah sho a sorry muh fuckah like me yo sorry ass payin hella attention.  Big ups muh fuckah, fo real!

So lets get down to "The Rub."  Drum roll please muh fuckah...Thank you. 1989 when Sears started taking that ass kicking on up to this very day, just five years later, a little known on-line shopping company was formed at the time founded by none other than Jeff Bezos known as Amazon.  Don't chew see it my Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs.  This mothah fuckah, Bezos, is nothing but a plagiarist if he were a writer.  A copycat if he were a serial killer.  But in the world of corporate america he is deemed a "Maverick," a "Genius," a "Visionary,"...and all he did was foretold the future while researching the past failings of Sears...The fuck times fifty!

Niggah whah?
 
You definitely heard my Black sorry ass!  Peace!  More to come...

Transitional Tranning Program (William B. Still, Historian) 2021

Since 1919 students had been graduating from the Transitional Tranning School located in Sundale, California.  The school has never been a school widely notarized.  Oh, no.  The school had always been a clandestine institution known only to and by the elite.  The elites offspring comprising some 97% of the schools enrollment and the GMOs (Genetically Modified Organisms) making up the last 3%.

Hollywood is and was the place for this evil ruse.  What good is a screenplay without a good ending?  This finale was going to set an all time record of opening and closing weekends revenue...ever.  The story-line had not ever been solicited nor written.

Men being hormonally transitioned into regular women, women actresses, women politicians, women CEOs...  Women being hormonally transitioned into placid men politicians, men Marine soldiers, men actors...

The fact was and had always been, stranger than fiction.   And this is where our larger than life story starts...

(...to be continued.)

Special Recipes (Broke Black Prophet and DD) Friday, July 20, 2018

"...You know I'm fifty-two years old and the bullshit that went on when I was young still affects me to this very day," I said.

"For sure!  There's more than just flour and chocolate chips that make up your individual cookie. And some ingredients should have been thrown out a long time ago.  Bad as hell.  You know what I'm sayin?"  Debbie said while her big blue eyes empathized with me.

What A Shitter! (I. Sawrai, Assistant Planner of The Masonic Order) March 3, 2019

They had been crosshatching the skies for two decades now.  No entity or person said a thing about it.  "Conspiracy Theorists," would be the nasty label put on anyone that wrote or talked about the chemical trails (Chemtrails) lacing the heavens.

And conspiracy was exactly what the New World Order was implementing.  All the media propagandized, bought and sold by the same Luciferian Masonic Illuminists' agenda. They, the Luciferians, wanted to exterminate any anti-illuminists, which was ninety-eight percent of the population.  But the hiccup to the plan was that the survivors needed slaves because they did not want or were too entitled to work.

And this soul quandary had the "Planners" flummoxed. 

Indefensible (BBP) December 21, 2018

Religion is the last bastion to life of humankind.  Confined to the wake of hedonism; a schism of dark mattered time in the sublime. Circumcision never a permission to listen and to go back to the evil days which are on display today; a lesion that has formed over the millennia from the perpetual psoriasis of the Earth’s epidermis being adulterated, by the scientific community getting immunity, with a false process we have ignored and been possessed by the numbers generated in the human code to explode the DNA address; a mess has been MANiacally conformed; never to confess our unforgettable sins; as the last fatal winds finally descend.

A Clean Flow

"Shit, I don't know.  Maybe three days, " I said to Marcus, my best friend and roommate.

"That's not good bro'.  Not good at all.  You're two times fucked bro'!  As in Peace,"  Marcus said and held up two fingers for a peace sign at me, trying to lighten the conversation up just a tad.

"Well, fuck man.  The fuck I'm s'posed tah know, when the fuckers gonna do a drop?"   I said.

"Yeah, I hear yah bro.  But I'm just fuckin whit cha Cal.  Never fear cause 'Cus is hear!  As long as those mother fuckers don't look right at your dick in your hand while doin your drop, you've got nothin tah worry bout,"  Marcus said with a mischievous smile on his face.  "I'll be right back bro."

Marcus disappeared into the back of our apartment that we had shared for some two years now.  He was what I always wanted in a male roommate, he smoked weed and he kept shit orderly and clean. Plus somehow he always was able to have drop dead lady friends.  He came back with a dark bottle, a dropper, a smaller clear bottle with fluorescent yellow liquid inside and a white box that when he placed on our coffee table it read: "Incognito Belt."

"Shit man I'm really not into any magic tricks right now 'Cus.  For real man.  I need a damn plan man," I said feeling kind of helpless.  If I tested dirty I would loose my job and my half of the bills would now be compromised.

"And a damn plan you will have bro'.  Trust me,"  Marcus smiled raised his eyebrows and started assembling the items he had in his hands on the coffee table situated in between the two of us.  

GEO-ENGINEERING AND OPERATION "SUNSCREEN" 2019

I am a retired Air Force Pilot. I have three beautiful children and a gorgeous wife, all four I love very deeply and would give my life to save. Maybe after I write this, I will not be the same person, hopefully. Maybe, I will save them with the information I am going to share with you today.

I retired December 06, 2005 from the Air Force of the United States where I was a pilot of jets and other aircraft for over twenty-five years. Coincidentally, or maybe not, I was contacted via telephone, December 06, 2009, about coming back to be employed by the DOD (Department of Defense) as a flight engineer. I had my own business, giving flying lessons, with a small aircraft I had acquired with the savings from my former military career and retirement thereof. I was hesitant because I tired of the structure of the military as well as the federal government. And I informed the administrator on the phone of just that. All hesitancy stopped when I heard his words, "It pays one million-five-hundred-thousand per year."

Needless to say, within a month, I sold my aircraft. And moved me and my family near a classified airbase in Northern Utah.

I have been working in that same capacity for almost ten years now. I have a good life. My family is happy and does not want for anything. But...it will not last. I took this position to aid in bettering myself and what I thought my family would want and need, providing. But...I made a terrible mistake. A miscalculation. And, just like in any cockpit, flying multiple Machs (m&Ms), one miscalculation will end your life. I was not careful about the flightless journey that I was about ready to board without checking the destination, the flight log, to Our demise.

My job was to just monitor the flight of a UMAC (UnManned Air Craft). There were many in the sky at one time but a flight engineer is only responsible for one air craft. This is one of the reasons I retired when I did back in 2005, the technology had gotten to the point a person didn't have to be in the air craft to be flown. All done by satellites and computers. A commercial plane really doesn't need a physical pilot. The only reason a physical pilot is used is for the sole purpose of people's conditioning, having a physical pilot, being wigged out because the plane is piloting itself, which it does anyway.

Making as much money as I was going to make, I did not care why the plane was in the air, its purpose for flight, as a matter of fact the generals and administrators were very curt when speaking about the project. Not going over many details, keeping everything clean and glossy. "Just engineer the flight is all you have to do," would be the various superiors' mantra. And I did just that.

A.J.E.W. (Airman James Eric Walker)

Shaking The Cobwebs

I was in water assuredly, just lying there.  I could feel a little ground on my back, I guess that was the only thing keeping me atop water, not drowning.  My eyes closed, I didn't feel like moving.  Then I felt the rain on my face.  I felt as though I wasn't breathing but I'm quite sure I was.  What was I doing here?  Nothing really mattered.  I was tired.  Real tired for some reason.  'Daddy get up,'  my Daughter's voiced coaxed.  What are you doing here, I thought.  I dropped you off with your mother.  'Get up Daddy!'  I opened my eyes to see where she was, all around me darkness and the water dropping on me and surrounding me.  What the hell?  'Please get up Daddy,' her pleading voice.  'Where are you?' I felt my mouth move but no sound came out.  'I'm here,' she assured me.  I opened my eyes again, northing but the same as before.  'Get up, you can do it.'  I tried to move and the pain in my head shot down my right side of my body paralyzing pain.  'I can't, ' I whispered and started to cry as the rain picked up, ears clogged with water.  'You have to get up.  I need you.  You can't stay here and die on me.'  And that was all that I needed to hear.  I seized every ounce of strength in me and with one forceful push and got myself up to at least a sitting position.  But the pain was horrible. 

The Final Human's Perfect Stance! (BBP) January 1, 2018

Bim-Bam-Bam-Pew-Pew-Pew…!  

Oh, yes!  Gonna be free in a little bit.  Get into the set into the sect, circumspect, insect-dissect.  

Bet on another dialect.
Best into the test if you do what you do and inspect.  

Imbue and sue into the brew above the blue.  

Blue raspberry in no hurry.  

Bury another family member to dismember the member.  

A certain truth being imbued into the rude attitude. 

Cut and paste is such a distaste.  

Face the truism without patriotism, a perpetual prism to schism
The brain-cells into the wells of this lost society.  

Oh…Alas…to be bought…a slave to make one free, 

Like I behave into now lost life which one has become the end instead of the begin.  

Makes one wonder what has been the storm that hasn’t really become

What we have thought would be the end of the drought? 

Rain!  

Dance!  

Prance!  

Stain the vain of this existence with your presence, essence…
A bloody last dominance filled menace
By the old school rule Of: To Fight to the death with non-hesitance
For freedom in this
Existence!

A human’s final perfect stance!   

Sovereign USA: The Fourth Protocol To Communism Is Not Complete...Yet! (Angstin World, Sixty-Years Old, Ex-Socialist) Monday, December 18, 2017

The only thing left is the screaming!  C’est tout.    There are only four stages to non-nationalism and we are on our third with not a hint of a military solution.  We are doomed for, at the very least, fifteen to twenty more years into the future; if by some miracle Normalization isn’t achieved.   

Shit, but why should it not be?   

Our Solution And Our Only Solution (BBP) December 25, 2017

Oft times I think I have to be from another world.  I listen to people and their absurdity and all I can say is: “Shit!  For real?”

 

Then I read the news and say: “Well shit!  The shit is really happening!”  Live and in fucking color! 

Then I stop and think...weapons of mass destruction; mission accomplished; Agenda 21; Agenda 2030; The BBG (Board of Broadcasting Governors); The Gulf of Tonkin; indentured servitude; governmental sanctioned slavery; Operation Paperclip; MK Ultra; The CIA; The FBI; The Finders; The United States Pedophile Network; The One World Pedophile Network…the fuck!  

It’s all a fucking drama of fucking Masonry Luciferians' evil agenda of lies, deceit, mayhem and debauchery that the elite controls, eagerly displays and funds!

  

Calm your silly sorry ass down!  Think God damn it!  Think!  Get it togethah baby!

You damn sure know that there is a God! That trumps all their bullshit!  So fuck'em!  

It’s time to kill a shit load of rich folks all over this Beautiful Eden!   Straight Up! 

Peace!  

More to come...

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...