I have a dream...

I have a dream... it's a dream about me and it's a dream about the world. It's a very beautiful dream.

In my dream I'm in my own personal airbus as it flies over Haiti. I'm fucking a young girl who was rescued/plucked/
kidnapped from Port-au-Prince just an hour earlier. I'm fucking her in the arse. And I'm strangling her. I'm strangling her and I'm fucking her, and because I know what's coming, it's great - just like how it used to be however many years ago. And as I feel my climax approaching I reach over and push the button on my own personal HAARP remote control. Even above the white noise of the jet I can hear a roar like a thousand atom bombs as Haiti is destroyed in an earthquake that I made merely by extending my god-like finger. And like music to my ears Haiti's death rattle becomes the girl's death rattle and in the perfection of that moment my god-like cock ejaculates into the arsehole of her lifeless corpse.

Okay, it's not really my dream. It's actually my dream of a dream, the dream of the god-king of the death cult - it's the absolute most, sacrificed for the absolute least: a nation destroyed, hundreds of thousands dead, millions left homeless and starving, and all of them enslaved to a future of untold suffering and misery and all for the briefest most evanescent moment imaginable, to wit - me having an orgasm.

No squeamishness now! That right there was a perfect death cult moment - a somewhat unlikely and fantastical moment but also not so very far from the truth of the whole thing neither. Best I can make out, in amongst the satanist / talmudist sub-tier under the Rothschilds everything seems to pivot on precisely those Crowley-esque fixations: arseholes and anal sex; death and sacrifice, and all of them maxed out with the involvement of children.


And you shake your head and say it's idiotic and none of it makes any sense? Of course it doesn't! The first thing that must be sacrificed when one worships the self is the truth, with simple common sense the first to go. Thus the orgasm, Darwin's divinely considered incentive to reproduce becomes a masturbatory moment best expended in the waste tract of a member of the same sex, or failing that, of a dead girl too young to reproduce anyway. Admittedly if we were to start condemning people for frivolous placement of bodily fluids there'd be no end to it and we'd all be in the dock. But it's a long way from a tissue in the bin, to the death cult's hell-bent fixation with depositing their jism in the ghastliest and most pointless places imaginable. These perverse fuckers view it as a thing worth killing over. I swear to God.

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This blog here is small potatoes in terms of spook attention, but were some lower tier servants of the death cult to be reading this, I expect they'd sneer and say to themselves (by way of reassurance that they're not bullshit) that Haiti was just business. Hell, it was business-plus what with everything being a two-fer minimum. And as if these things are done for spurious reasons, Pah! Haiti's non-spurious reasons? ...oil and resources, cheap labour, population-reduction, weapons testing, the inuring of the rest of the world to their own coming death and suffering - not forgetting that the road to the new world order can't be travelled in a single bounding leap and whilst Haiti might be a single tiny step, at least it's in the right direction.


But then again who gives a fuck what a slave thinks about his master's actions? Any spook reading at this blog can take it as read that he qualifies as the lowest of the low, a slave to be snuffed out for pretty much any reason whatsoever. Not even a colonelcy will save them. Just ask Albert Carone. He didn't even get a headstone. Regardless, he'd have defended the machine that killed him. Like I said, in any cult that pivots on the worship of the self, the first thing to go is the truth. And the first person on the receiving end of the liar's lies is the liar himself.

But never mind all that - back to the main point. And what is that exactly? Am I saying that Haiti was destroyed because of sex? Well, not in so many words but... um... sure, why not?

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I know we're meant to be happy with the usual reasons of oil, cheap labour, etc. since the concept of riches appeal to us and we personally spend a great deal of time pursuing them ourselves. And our death cult PTB wouldn't have it any other way. God forbid we lead lives of idleness like they do. The Hamptons overrun! By riff-raff in Bruno Maglis! And all of them waving their money and demanding a table at Nobu! Good God, the very thought of it...


Certainly the logic behind us being kept poor is very obvious, but the logic behind the rich getting richer is much less so. For instance, Niall Ferguson in his abysmal Rothschild arse-suck documentary series The Ascent of Money tells us that the Rothschilds have 41 chateaux. They even had them painted as a numbered mural just in case they forgot any of them. With forty one it wouldn't be difficult. And that's just chateaux, you understand, never mind cottages, apartments, or any other pieds-a-terre. Okay, so they're an extreme example, but even well shy of them, once you're filthy rich every dollar you possess comes with less and less utility (or value, if you prefer). Eventually it just becomes silly. What with becoming poor being an impossibility and with everything that can be bought being comfortably available you'd think that after a certain point that they'd cease bothering with their perverse pursuit of plunder.

Or are there things, in the pursuit of which, the filthy rich find themselves constantly stymied? Think Angers, as in Angers, France. (thanks Aangirfan, thanks AP). In that particular case, whilst the paedophile aristocracy all managed to dance between the rain drops (no surprises there), an entire network / clan of victim-breeding satanists was almost entirely rolled up. Plummy voice - "Admittedly they were all horrid, malodorous, parvenu oiks but they were such useful oiks. A chap could just get on the phone and have a child delivered - it was all so convenient. And now it's gone! Now what's a fellow to do? Curse the Gods and shake his fist at the rotten injustice of it all. Honestly."


But Angers is just a drop in the bucket. Everything we know about the Paedophocracy comes from busts. The Casa Pia orphanage ring in Portugal - busted. The Franklin/ Boys Town ring in the States - busted. The Presidio/West Point childcare ring in the US military - busted. Kincora in Belfast, Haut de la Garenne in Jersey, Islington in London, the merest tip of Aangirfan's iceberg and all busted, and all scratched from the paedophile circuit. Somehow you'd have to imagine that in terms of simple supply and demand these busts must have an effect.

Supply is one thing and demand is another. Perhaps the demand just falls away? Perhaps the Kidd-diBuggerers (it's pronounced dee-BOO-zheray, actually) just go back to having regular sex with consenting adults? It's not impossible. There's nothing to physically stop them. Ha! There's nothing to physically stop cats and dogs getting it on either, but somehow I just don't think it's going to happen.


Mind you, as a Buddhist (admittedly of my own creation) I feel duty bound to always offer the possibility of redemption - the thought must be entertained. And even here redemption is possible but only as that variety of hell-on-earth deprogramming that Pu'yi copped in Bertolucci's The Last Emperor. However I'll happily admit it's not a very likely prospect, or to put it another way, snowballs in hell ain't in it.

The paedophiles of the paedophocracy are do-or-die, literally. Were they to truthfully answer one of those bullshit scientology 'survey' questions, What's the most important thing in the world? Truthfully? Their answer would be 'raping children'. I say this in all seriousness. In fact, what with the ultimate unlikelihood of such a thought being expressed, and the role played by such people in world affairs, I wonder if it might not be the truest thing in the world.


And so! Haiti. We can argue the nature of know-for-sure in terms Haiti and HAARP manufactured earthquakes until the cows come home but the fact remains that the death cult has exactly declared an interest in manufacturing such things, have carried out tests for precisely that purpose, and otherwise wouldn't bat an eyelid if the opportunity presented. But hell, since we're here and this is my place, I'm going to call it. Besides which, between the US as vicious opportunist taking murderous advantage of a natural disaster and the US as vicious instigator pretending to get lucky, there's barely daylight between the two. Fine, we declare a tie. Whatever...

And hello! Who are these fundies running around Haiti rounding up non-orphans and attempting to traffic them out of the country? Knowing what I know of the paedophocracy I view the prospect of them being an out and out pack of satanist paedophiles as likely as any other thing. Hell more so. Does anyone remember Zoe's Ark in Chad three short years ago? They were a children's charity founded by 4WD enthusiasts, like that makes any sense. They were jailed after being sprung with dozens of starving orphans who were neither orphans, nor starving. The media demanded that we sympathise with the dreadfulness of their plight (white people in an African jail - the horror, the horror) in spite of the fact that they'd collected children by driving up beside them in the 4WD and offering them candy if they climbed in. Fucking hell, does it get any more obvious than that? Or is that just me? It's certainly not Nicolas Sarkozy since he stepped in and personally freed them all. No surprises there. Otherwise, what do we think - Carla Bruni, mind-control zombie? Sure why not?


Between Zoe's Ark in Chad and the fundies in Haiti clearly they're both amateur hour. But the presence of amateurs doesn't mean the absence of professionals. Hell, Haiti is crawling with them: the US military, the CIA, Blackwater/XE, UN peacekeepers, and not forgetting sundry Israelis (maybe in tennis gear, maybe not), and all with a hardcore history of child-trafficking. These fuckers know what their masters truly desire. A consumable commodity that when viewed from the angle of Darwin's beyond-fundamental drive (albeit a perverse distortion of it) leaves everything else in the dust - oil, gold, drugs, weapons, you-name-it. None of these can compare to children as fodder for paedophiles. The ultimate must-have addictive product.

The hunger that cannot die possessed by the people who have everything they could ever need or want. Vampires with only a single thirst, never to be quenched. War? Earthquakes? The sound of laughter - they click their fingers and they do it because it suits them. A fig for the economic abstractions, the primal urge has them beat. The neurons fire - MUST FUCK - a throbbing boner for Madeleine, that pixie brunette, some nappy-headed jigaboo, it doesn't fucking matter. It's James Ellroy with all the women replaced by kids. It's Blood Meridian with the Judge installed in the Pentagon. It's Deer Hunter via Sesame Street with Tarantino directing a Nabokov script.

The lifeless, haggard fuckers rule and nothing can touch them. Their merest wish is our command. The world is whatever they say it is. A wave of the hand. A click of the fingers. An earthquake for an orgasm.