Jew World Order

I made a reply on some Hazbara post trying to justify the Holocaust of the Indigenous Semitic Palestinian descendants of the Biblical Judians in Occupied Palestine.

Something about how when a skunk contacted rabies it was no longer a skunk but only a soul-less animal host to a virus of death and how even as one pitied the skunk, one must out of compassion and to protect God’s other living creatures eliminate the Virus of Death host body.

This amateur Hazbara tried to get biblical knowledge of the ole blue blooded big lizard’s leg!

Replied to my reply I sounded genocidal.

I replied IT must be a Zionist Zombie as Zionist Zombies always transferred their evil onto other folks and the genocidal Zionist Zombies were in Occupied Palestine geocoding the Indigenous Semitic Palestinian Descendants of the Biblical Judians.

Then I replied with this.

And then this.

And then this.

By the time I tried to post this:

The pussy amateurish coward Hazbara had me blocked.

Pussy hazbaras should not try to hump the leg of an old soul who has been dealing with the evil of the virus which has infected them for thousands of years and millions of lives.

Some years back had an evil vile Hazbara always was trying to hump my leg.

I used to whip out poems about IT.

‘The sorrow of IT’

It the Pedophile, War-Usury loving and promoting Israhell zionist hazbara troll-
Got up, washed down a handful of pills with vodka and is now on a roll-

IT wants to force Humanity to share in IT’s maniacal sorrow-
By making the world a din of baby raping zionist horror-

Life after life, IT murders the children for their blood-
As IT crawls IT’s way through the sewers of life, covered with mud-

Mixed with the innocent blood of the host countries young-
IT should have the blood eagle done with IT’s lung!

The Ole Dog!

AND:

‘IT the tiny bit of soiled muff fluff’

IT the Pedophile promoting zionist Israhell promoting hazbara troll-
Has been on quite a stimulate/depressant fueled roll-

Taking handfuls of mixed pills out of a filthy sock-
Never knowing if up or down IT will rock-

One way braying It’s ignorance to the four desert winds-
Like a mangy flea ridden jack ass which bends-

IT’s self in an endless circle, to kiss IT’s own ass-
The other way screaming hysterically like a 1st grader with a hall pass-

Blowing helplessly, hopelessly, on the cat house winds of time-
Still screaming out the horrors of IT’s delusional mind!

The Ole Dog!

AND:

‘Singing Harmony With Edwards’s Piker Battalion Band’

Edward looked with disdain at PEDO USURY Khasarians with sword in hand,
Said i have picked you to sing harmony with my Piker Battalion Band,

Your days of buggering English children are at an end,
My Piker Battalion Boys are here to bend,

You to their masculine will,
But, not with a kiss to seal the deal,

You are a blight upon the land,
No more will I allow you to stand,

Spreading your evil to young and old,
Nor will I allow you to steal the gold,

From the widow, nor bugger the young as you have done,
Your evil games are through, of your shit I will have none,

For the last time, no more warning will I give,
Best be thankful I let you live,

Deplorable, despicable trash!
On humanities ass, you are a mangy rash!

I will run you from this shore,
But first the Piker Battalion Band, wants to harmonize with you, once more!

King John de Carleton:
Sovereign King of:
The Kingdom of Carleton,

Great Grandson Type, of Edward The 1st,
Who Commanded the Piker Battalion Band,
Through out the Land,
In the year 1290!

The Ole Dog!

AND:

‘The Piker Battalion Band’

Yes they begged, they lied, they swore,
On the fact their wife was both their own mother and a whore,

They had not done this crime so vile,
The slaughtered children’s remains still in their domiciles,

English Children, ritually raped and drained of blood,
Lying pale in the lice and vermin filled floors of mud,

Of their dens of horror, pain, debotury and sin,
While the cowards wailed they were innocent again,

Edward said i must from English shores this filth run,
Till their shadow can not be sent here by the Sun,

But first my Pikers a song to sing,
A song of buggering this evil ring,

Their birds came home to roost in their end,
A poetic justice to the situation seeming to lend,

But he swore if this ever happened again in his Land,
Edward would again assembled the Piker Battalion Band,

The Ole Dog!

AND:

‘Utter Darkness!’

The Zionist Zombie strained at the utter darkness, of the night!
Ii cursed the memory of the Light!

It wanted to protect It’s Hazbara trollish bloodstained eyes,
Escaping illumination of truth, fortifying it’s lies,

Screaming and flailing about in terror at the sight,
In nightmares of the Pikers Manly, Sexual, Might!

Horor-being found with the ritually raped innocent flowers of youth,
Laying broken, dead, the victims of the ones with the buck tooth,

They must run eternally from the Light’s incessant, never wavering, judgement call,
A tiny, insignificant, piece of muff fluff, being wiped, eternally, on the cat house wall.

The Ole Dog!

AND:

‘For Tis a Royal Blue Blooded Dragonborn Leg’

For Tis a Royal Blue Blooded Dragonborn Leg, thou shall not raid –
Not for the likes of zionist Khazarian feline house flowers for services paid-

Tiny bits of Feline house soiled fluff blowing in the wind-
Out the window of one feline house and into another right back again-

Oh the torment, the never ending lust-
The big Royal Dragonborn’s leg or bust!

The Ole Dog!

It was short for She/He/Shit.
IT pretended to be several different persons as well as both sexes at times.

One evening I realized I needed to make an example so IT’s masters understood how things stood, so I stood, walked a few steps from my lap top, closed my eyes and in my mind with one hand I circled IT’s neck with a bolt of lightning, picked IT up off the ground and with the other hand shoved another lighting bolt up IT’s ass.

The energy transfer being too close to my lap top froze the window it was on on my blog.
Took me a while to figure out how to fix that.

It was three days before ANY Hazbara tried to f##k with the Ole Dog! on the net.

When they got them a brave replacement and they started trying foreplay on my leg, I warned them to be careful as they knew what had happened to their predecessor.
They replied there were casualties in war.

Amateurs should stick to sheep.
Don’t go f##king with a curly ole wolf.

‘
The Appian Way and Jesus the Christ’s Pain’

Pikers to my right!
Pikers to my left!
Archers prepare to fire volleys!
The rest of you sons of bitches, follow me!

‘The Appian Way and Jesus the Christ’s Pain’

i was on the Appian Way when six thousand cried and begged for death-
Crucified as an example to everyone of Rome’s rathe-

Never step out of line, or cross the dictates of Rome-
Or a slow lingering death could very well be your next home-

Was there when Jesus the Christ’s “followers” cowardly switched sides-
Insulted and jeered him as in great pain and disappointment he died-

All of Europe trembled in fear of the approaching Viking ship-
as i stood in it’s fore, sword upraised, ready to rip-

Their lives, their gold, their silver from their cowering towns-
Making their kings show themselves silly, cowardly clowns-

Rushed the field at Hastings, sword upraised in my hand-
Dealing death and fear at the sight of us in their Land-

Slaughtered for the Church and God on more than one “Crusade-
As mayhem, sorrow, death were under the cross made-

In the name of what we thought was good and right-
To the Land of antiquity we became a violate blight-

Was there at Valley Forge, was at Yorktown when Cornwallis gave in-
Was there when Americans lost their freedom again-

Was there at the South’s stand against the Puritan disease of evil-
Of rape, murder, robber, arson, starvation, certainly not civil-

Was there when the final rush for Berlin was made at long last-
Evil before me, evil to my back, Truth, Honor, Humanity, memories from a distant past-

Was but a child when Israhell made Kennedy’s head explode-
Saw the death of morals and honor, America, evil’s new abode-

Now the time has come to put the evil treasonous scum on the run-
Who support evil against Americans, who have become undone-

By an evil virus known to all of mankind in days of old-
A deadly terminal virus which eats the infected’s mind and soul-

The zionist virus has infected the clueless American sheep-
Causing them to cheer pedophilia, murder and to keep-

Their eyes/ears closed to the incessant knocking, the freeing sight-
Of the fellowship brought by the blinding illumination of the Light-

From their eyes and ears, the scales must be ripped free-
So they can in a new illuminated knowledge plainly see-

They must return to Natures Plan of Rules and Moral Code-
Of do no first harm to others and not self-righteously to load-

America on the back of the snarling vindictive bucking beast-
Of Karma, to ride in pain and sorrow, until America will finally cease-

Her claims of innocence in the many an evil unnecessary war-
Which she thrust on innocent people, who lived in lands Afar-

From the shores of the American dream of good in the heart-
Of all true Americans who will never part-

With the hope for a people and land gone terribly wrong-
Who sold their birthright for a quick dance and a fleeting song-

Rally together lads, like your valiant ancestors of old-
Stand up for your land and people in ways honorable and bold-

So she can again give birth to a people, harsh in wars of defense-
But stay home from wars afield in other lands, for shekels, dollars and pence-

The Ole Dog!

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