UNCLE SAM PLAYS AUNTIE. MASS MURDERER'S WIFE INTERVENES IN NIGERIAN KIDNAPPING.

The cheek of these people really is unbounded by Shame or Truth or  Decency. 

 

Married, notionally, to a monster who at his every turn slaughters anyone - regardless of their age - whom he perceives to be in his way,

 

 this smirking shitbag, Mother Obama, takes to the WhiteHouse Press Machine to voice her concern for some po' liddle nigger childrun.  Make no mistake, this is exactly what she's doing, y'know, that respectable, silent  racism which her family does whilst stomping black faces in the dirt. Me and Barack, she frowns, when we hear of this outrage in Nigeria, the first thing we think is Can there be any money for us in this? No, I don't mean that;  I mean is there any way we can blame this shit on the Russians.  No, I don't mean that, either, what I mean is that when me and Barack hear about this we take it as an opportunity to remind voters that even though we are white ourselves we have two notionally po' liddle nigger childrun running around here someplace and everytime one of Barack's drones kills some entirely innocent nigger family in some overseas shithole we sure as shit ain't reminded of our own,  

 

like I'm tellin' the world's ass we are, for the benefit of the cameras. 

 

Lordamercy, we all done got wall to wall security and money comin' outa our sweet asses for ever and ever, Amen.  Me, Barack and our girls, wosstheirnames, ain't no way we ever gonna be hauled off into the bush and sold to slavers, fuck no.  

 

That shit's for niggers.

 Did I tell you we had that Lord Paul McBeatle in the White House?  He's a true American.

 

You can keep the medal, just as long as you don't sing any of that Give Peace A Chance shit. I'm a Nobel Peace Prize Medal holder myself and we don't like to hear any of that Peace talk round here.

No, Sir, I won't, but that wasn't me, 
it was the other one.

You mean there's more'n one ? Was it you wrote that one about Back In The USSR?  Better watch your ass round here, old man, always bin a shitloada freak accidents round the White House.

Below, a black,  former US paratrooper offers his poignant view of the Obamas'  War on Children, I mean Terror. No, I don't, I mean Children. Mr and Mrs Obama's War on Children, one of the highlights of our times;  Spunky Bill and President Hillary Trousers; Tony and Imelda Blair and now these two fuckpigs.  Goes to show, things aren't just black and white, some are the colour of blood. And shit. Obama, he ain't black, he's just shit coloured.

TALKING WORLD WAR THREE BLUES.

 The Filth-o-Graph is predicting apocalypse over this Back In The USSR stuff, down there in whatever shithole it is, some horse-drawn economy, some invented five minutes ago nation-state or other, as if Barry and Vlad are going to run to the bunkers over it all.  Dave Wisteria, mind you,  the lardy, slab-faced moron,  is probly  going in, boldly, to chair a meeting of COBRA, y'know, chumps and nincompoops, like BillyBum Hague and Phil Clausewitz Hammond, closeted with dozens  of Field Marshals Rupert Golightly-Jockstrap, all wondering where to send HM one working tank or HM one working helicopter, wondering how quickly they can mobilise a platoon of untrained, overweight, part-time territorial cowboys.  Fuck me, be a laugh a minute in there,  doubt that Vlad'll be shitting his Cossack pantaloons.

It may be that their - Barry and Vlad's - respective financial masters can wring a few dollar-roubles out of a bit of cross-border shooting but World War Three? Not a chance. Or is there?

The odd thing about this latest Obama misadventure is that Telegraph readers, who you would reasonably expect  to be pro-Uncle Sam and anti-Russian are overwhelmingly cynical about the role of the Leader of the Free World, as some still call him, comments run at about ten to one in favour of Putin over GlobaDeath.  The MediaMinster arm of GlobaCorp will be rattled that it can no longer so easily brainwash its own, native constituency. Maybe its due to the graffiti in the streets of  cyberspace, maybe to the MPS exes scandal, maybe part of it is due to UKIP, maybe it is the exposure of the PBC as a hotbed of beasting and corruption, maybe it is  the hatred now widely felt for whoever is Nonce Protector General in the Vatican but there has certainly been a change in the weather.  Seems that many now think  it is we who populate the Evil Empire, we who, in the form of Blair and Co  are the Great Satan.

For me, the best, if the hollowest laugh of the month was prompted by the Veep, Joe Bum, 

 VICE PRESIDENT JOE BUM, 

LECTURING FOREIGNERS.

insisting that you just can't roll into countries and take them over. Joe, if he can read, and there's no reason to suspect he can, obviously hasn't read the ten-volume Smithsonian History of the US, the study of which currently occupies a lot of my time.

'In 1825 the federal government prohibited pioneers from settling in Oklahoma and reserved the land as Indian Territory, a place to relocate Indians who blocked the march of American civilisation (sic) east of the Mississippi.  Cherokee, Creek, Chocktaw, Chickasaw and some of the Florida Seminole - known as the five Civilised Tribes - owned fertile lands for growing cotton and crops, lands which the white settlers coveted.   So they were the first to be removed to Oklahoma, forcibly escorted by troops. Government forces burned houses and farms, shot resisters, drove away livestock and even opened  Cherokee graves to loot silver jewellery.  "I fought in the Civil War," a militiaman recounted much later "and have seen men shot to pieces and slaughtered by the thousands but the Cherokee removal was the cruelest work I ever knew."  Faced with hunger, insanitary conditions, extreme weather, disease  and heartbreak, about 4,000 of the 16,000 who started the journey perished and were buried along the way.  The Indians called the route to Oklahoma the Trail of Tears.  Cholera ravaged the Choctaw and some Creek walked to Oklahoma in chains.'  pp 339-340, The Smithsonian Guide to Historic America - Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, 1990.

This collection contains hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of such pages as those above; at every turn, in every century, in every state, at every opportunity white America has been monstrously criminal,  the vicious gutter dregs of Europe murdering, raping, robbin, enslaving and torturing in ways they could only dream of in the back streets of Glasgow and the bogs of  Killarney and the tenement swamps of  Antwerp and Munich and Paris and Madrid.  In a million years you would never wash the blood from the StarSpangled Banner.

Home of the Brave, land of the Free, eh, Mr Vice President Bum?

These people, the injuns, had occupied these lands for twenty-thouand years, through an ice age, originally surviving by  killing mammoth with flint-tipped  spears until, in an act of - for then -  unprecedented Earthcrime, Uncle Sam turned his Gatling guns on their buffalo, with whom they had lived in harmless symbiosis since God was a boy, and wiped them out.  People like Vice President Bum's monstrous, bastard, fuckpig  ancestors pioneered torture, slavery and ethnic cleansing in a land which their descendants still pollute, ravage  and destroy - as they would the world.  Someone, some stone-mad Apache or Sioux  should kick Joe Biden hard in the face;  it is the only language the sonofafuckinggbitch will understand. Leaders of the  free world?  Do fuck off.

 

 A GLORIOUS SEVENTH US CAVALRY VICTORY

GOING INTO OTHER COUNTRIES AND MASSACREING THE NATIVES.

 

 AND ANOTHER ONE.

If Mr Bum knew anything, which he doesn't, the dumbfuck,  he would know that just  rolling into countries and just taking them over is just  the founding philosophy, the practice, the custom, the habit and the default setting  of Uncle Sam;  unless you just don't count America as a country, that is, and just don't count its native people as native people, which, of course, Mr Bum just doesn't.

 AND ANOTHER ONE, IN VIETNAM, WHERE THE MASSACRE'S C.O.,

 LT. WILLIAM CALLEY,

WAS ALL BUT GIVEN A MEDAL FOR THIS PARTY.

 A DEMONSTRATION OF UNCLE SAM  FEARLESSLY

PUTTING WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST

I suppose it might just be that now, more than ever widely despised and ridiculed, even amongs his former satraps, Uncle Sam may kick-off; such an economy as he  has is, after all, a war economy;  without more wars the rich won't continue getting richer. And the rich stealing from the poor - their land, their labour, their resources - is what Uncle Sam does.

THEY TOOK A CLEAN-CUT KID AND THEY MADE A KILLER OUT OF HIM IS WHAT THEY DID.

FORT HOOD BLUES.

 Friendly fire,  they call it, collateral damage.

Heartbroken President Crocodile and First Lady Crocodile

 fly-in to shed some tears.

Another of Uncle Sam's crewcut psychobastards has run amok in his base.  

 These are dangerous people,  and not just to their nation's perceived, hypothesised enemies - y'know, all these deadly Afghani wedding parties, all these terrorist school playgrounds, all these teenage sluts, just begging to be gangraped by Uncle Sam's bravest.  I was in  a Birmingham Airport hotel a little while back, having breakfast alongside  a platoon or so of American soldiers in transit, every one of them looked as though they were stark raving mad, and they didn't even have any weapons on them; haunted, angry-looking, buttoned-up tight,  they all looked in need of profound and lasting psychiatric care, maybe it was just me, being sensitive in the presence of real men, and real women.  But figures from the States suggest a huge problem among serving and discharged military personnel, of which last night's jamboree is just the latest example.

Firstly, among those "serving" in Afghanistan, deaths from suicide, at just over one daily, now exceed combat deaths, one a day, doesn't sound much, it's just that it's every day, just over 400 a year, letting their buddies  down like that. It's about half a regiment, isn't it, four hundred soldiers? You wonder why Ahmed bothers, maybe he could just leave them to top themselves;  twenty years of this would wipe out a division.

At home, in the States, the rate of military or ex-military suicide is surveyed to be 22 per day, almost one an hour;  17 of these 22 are 50 or older and so don't really count, says Uncle Sam, such folks kill their own asses for all sorts of reasons, except that US veterans' associations insist that hundreds of thousands of serving and former military personnel have been and continue to be denied benefits, precribed massive, deadly  doses of anti-psychotic drugs and these, combined with a resentful failure to re-integrate, a level of post traumatic stress disorders - aka Guilt - and a service-inculcated predisposition to sudden, raging, murderous  violence have made suicide - or more accurately murder-suicide -   for many vets a delayed-action inevitability, a kamikaze timebomb.

Former Commanders-in-Chief, of course, who ordered these fools into action in the first place, have their own burdens, 

 

Gennulmen, we all gonna get rich, leastways, I am.

Aw  shucks, they call it a Foundation but bribes is where it's really at.

President Spunky Bill Clinton, 

 Boy, I'm gonna make you so rich you'll be shittin' gold dollars. 

And I you, Mr President, and I you.

 like our own Tony Blair, hoovered-up tens of millions of dollars in deferred bribes from GlabaDeathCorp and lemme tell y'all, just can't wait, bless him,  to become First Gentleman to his baggage-wife, 

 

Hillary Rodham Trousers and from the sidelines he can probably stir-up a few more glorious wars of liberation,  liberation and profit, unless, of course the dirty bastard, shoving a ceegar up a White House teenager, overdoses on coke;  we live in hope, we democrats.

George Dubya Chimp, surely the vilest human on the planet, didn't wait for his kickbacks, his Vice President - actually his employer - Dick Cheney and his pimp, Karl Rove, will have made sure that MonkeyMan will have seen the dollars flowing into his Crawford Ranch from the word Go . 

 

 Just to digress a minute, most of these vermin, when they cease to be president boast of the building of their own, memorial presidential library, how's that gonna happen with Dubya, he can't read, can't write and can barely speak; too much booze,  too much wife-beating, too much cocaine, and these soldiers claim to be having problems, eh?

I suppose that Obama's move to DroneMurder of anyone he disagrees with might keep a few grunts out of Harm's way, but then their units'll just be wound down, like ours and trained killers will be dumped, unceremoniousy out on their arses, turned loose on an unsuspaecting public which believes that grizzled grunts like Clint Eastwood, after a lifetime spent killing, retire, marry, settle down and eat apple pie.  Fort Hood, for the second time,  marks the real triumph of American foreign policy.  Swords into ploughshares, that should be the thing, shouldn't it, for  a nation of Bible-thumping, Creationist morons

THE THINGS THEY SAY, JOHN FACELIFT

 JOHN BIGHAIR DEBUTS HIS MENDED FACE

JOHN, BEFORE AND AFTER

Do I look good, here, with  my big hair and my bleached teeth and m'new face? You'd trust me, woudnya, if I begged y'all to bomb the shit outa some foreign nigger bastards, Jeez, waddayawant me to do, cry? I can do that.  I can cry so sincerely you would'n believe it. Just like my face.

This prick lost the presidential election to George Dubya Chimp, his fellow motherfuckers preferred the wife-beating, coke-snorting, pisshead, imbecile fuckwit to this rancid, liberal Democrat KennedyWannabe.

  EARTHCRIME.

Just for the chemical warfare record, Uncle Sam dumped twenty million gallons of Agent Orange on the  North Vietnamese.

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U.S. Army Huey helicopter spraying Agent Orange over Vietnamese agricultural land

Agent Orange or Herbicide Orange (HO) is one of the herbicides and defoliants used by the U.S. military as part of its chemical warfare program, Operation Ranch Hand, during the Vietnam War from 1961 to 1971. Vietnam estimates 400,000 people were killed or maimed, and 500,000 children born with birth defects as a result of its use.^[1][2] The Red Cross of Vietnam estimates that up to 1 million people are disabled or have health problems due to Agent Orange.^[3] The United States government has dismissed these figures as unreliable and unrealistically high.^[4][5]
A 50:50 mixture of 2,4,5-T and 2,4-D, it was manufactured for the U.S. Department of Defense primarily by Monsanto Corporation and Dow Chemical. The 2,4,5-T used to produce Agent Orange was contaminated with 2,3,7,8-tetrachlorodibenzodioxin (TCDD), an extremely toxic dioxin compound. It was given its name from the color of the orange-striped 55 US gallon (208 l) barrels in which it was shipped, and was by far the most widely used of the so-called "Rainbow Herbicides".^[6]
During the Vietnam War, between 1962 and 1971, the United States military sprayed nearly 20,000,000 US gallons (76,000,000 l) of material containing chemical herbicides and defoliants mixed with jet fuel in Vietnam, eastern Laos and parts of Cambodia, as part of Operation Ranch Hand.^[7][8] The program's goal was to defoliate forested and rural land, depriving guerrillas of cover; another goal was to induce forced draft urbanization, destroying the ability of peasants to support themselves in the countryside, and forcing them to flee to the U.S. dominated cities, thus depriving the guerrillas of their rural support and food supply.^[8][9]
The US began to target food crops in October 1962, primarily using Agent Blue. In 1965, 42 percent of all herbicide spraying was dedicated to food crops.^[9] Rural-to-urban migration rates dramatically increased in South Vietnam, as peasants escaped the war and famine in the countryside by fleeing to the U.S.-dominated cities. The urban population in South Vietnam nearly tripled: from 2.8 million people in 1958, to 8 million by 1971. The rapid flow of people led to a fast-paced and uncontrolled urbanization; an estimated 1.5 million people were living in Saigon slums.^[10]
United States Air Force records show that at least 6,542 spraying missions took place over the course of Operation Ranch Hand.^[11] By 1971, 12 percent of the total area of South Vietnam had been sprayed with defoliating chemicals, at an average concentration of 13 times the recommended USDA application rate for domestic use.^[12] In South Vietnam alone, an estimated 10 million hectares (25 million acres, 39,000 square miles) of agricultural land was ultimately destroyed.^[13] In some areas, TCDD concentrations in soil and water were hundreds of times greater than the levels considered safe by the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency.^[14][15] Overall, more than 20% of South Vietnam's forests were sprayed at least once over a nine-year period.^[9]

THE NAME OF THE GAME

They call it Gitmo, now, officially,  well, as officially as Time Magazine, the in-house journal of the CIA.  Why we can't close Gitmo, or some such,  was the headline. Is it that Uncle Sam is bone-idle, can't be arsed to type an extra half dozen letters?

JAILHOUSE ROCK,
THE GITMO SHUFFLE. 

But you never hear yanks talking about the G-Burg Add or the Five-Am.  The Gettysburg Address and the Fifth Amendment,  these are pure American shit aren't they, sacred,  wouldnwanna go abbreviating that stuff now.  But Gitmo, that's almost a motherfucking expletive, short and nasty; Gitmo, could be a command, could be an insult, could, best of all,  be an unnatural sexual act;  I'm gonna Gitmo yo Momma, bitch.

I wonder how the US-UK-Israel lobby would react if we all started saying Ozzy, instead of Auscwhitz or Bucky's instead of Buchenwald,  they'd be shitting stone tablets of indignation and vengeance's what they'd be doing, But these niggers and arabs and other sub-humans, well Gitmo is a good word for where they are. After all aren't we feeding the filthy animals.  A-ha-ha-ha.  Whether they want to or whether they don't want to.

All sing;    Have-a your dinner,

                Have-a your dinner,

                Have-a your dinner,

                Have-a your dinner,

                You filthy wog.

  

OBAMA FAN CLUB.

Yeah, well, Mr President,  I guess its-a hard, its-a hard, its-a hard, an its-a hard, its-a ha-a-a-ard  waterboardin's a-gonna fall.
But they are only niggers, right? 
And like you say, This ain't who we are. 
It's just what we do.
Bob Zimmerman receiving his slimeball  emeritus medal from Obie

BOYHUNT!

It was like the last but one scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid;  they peek out of the door and there's the fucking Bolivian army - was it Bolivia? - all pointing rifles at them.

I watched Boyhunt! on al Jazeera and it was just so much better, so much less-slick, less-rehearsed, devoid of the Grammar of News which characterises the Beeb and skymadeupnewsandfilth.  It was quicker, too, scooping the eventual end of the story by five minutes from skymadeupnewsandfilth and a bit more from the BBC.

I've never seen so many Law'n'forcement vehicles, not even in a DieHard movie, all parked-up with their engines running and with flashing and swirling and alternating blue and orange and red lights, ten thousand pot-bellied,  gum-chewing,  shotgun-toting Law'n'forcement officers;  there were ugly armoured cars, SWAT teams and helicopters with billion candle-power searchlights;  there was the National Guard, the FBI, the CIA and in the White House there was Obie and any number of generals and spooks, Situation Rooming the, er, situation, like they do, in a special Situation Room, 


Now, motherfuckers, how we gonna kill this sonofafuckinbitch?
  Can't we just drone the fucker?
Y'know, in the interests of  Freedom.

giving Mr President SitReps, the fucking jumped-up numbskull, and talking about being at DefCon two, or, given the gravity of the situation that they're all busy SituationRooming, DefCon One, or Red or whatever fucking spooky gibberish these clowns communicate in..

The whole of Boston was obediently self-imprisoned in its own homes; business, schools; everything, shut-the fuck-down;  there was no mention of a Constitutional right to leave one's own home.  It was just Constitutional Amendment Number Minus-One, post facto martial law, Nixon's Law:  Do What You're Told, Asshole, Or We'll Shoot You By Mistake.

And all for one shot-up nineteen year-old boy.  Shit, he might have Anthrax bugs, he might have a nuke, he's probably got a truckload full of nukes hiddden in his jeans.  

In his latest sermon, Parson Obie described the Boston Bombers as  "stunted ".  He needs only about a hundred such stunted young men in Amurka and he's fucked, the useless, platitudinising half-wit.

I mentioned a couple of days back, having seen  a programme abour war photographers, 


Hello Sailorski

that Putin was a murderous thug, probably as bad as Uncle Sam, why did nobody say so? I was prompted by inside reportage of the Chechen  atrocities.  These two boys' homeland ethnic group has been suppressed and bullied, tortured and banged-up by GayVlad's goons, for decades, now.

 

Of course the moral posture is that oppression, however much one loathes marathon runners, is no  reason to bomb innocent people to  bits.  

But then Nine/Eleven was no reason to invade Iraq.  

If Uncle Sam wants to stop terror, he should stop doing it.

Still, the younger bomber is serious but stable in hospital. Maybe soon, he'll be fit enough to torture.

BRINGING IT ALL BACK HOME.

THE UNITED STATES OF ATROCITY

& now, ladeezangenullmen,

 The Boston Tea Party

 OBIE TALKS MORE YES, WE CAN'T SHIT

 

My Fellow motherfuckers.  
This is just  to let y'all know that I'm on the case, again. 
And you can trust me to sort this shit. 
 Just like I did with gun control. 
Y'remember how I sorted that shit.