Former spook. I do legal shit, but I'm not a lawyer. I cook better than ur mom. It's me, bitches. I heard there were snacks.
I talk a lot about my former life, you Poast faggots, because I want to warn people away from that world. If you have a kid who thinks it might be cool to go be a Zog Trooper or Fed, have them come talk to me. I'll straighten them the fuck out on their very bad, horrible, absolutely not good idea.
This worth reposting and should be taught in schools. These are the National Archives newspapers from 1944-1945. If they were going to find gas chambers, this is the moment in history.
The link below is from well over a year ago. It is a search of the National Archives newspaper database, keyed to the end of WWII and terms like "camps", "mass murder", etc.
Strangely, no genocide of any kind is mentioned, and I was never able to find any mention at all of any "gas chambers".
Your holocaust is a sick fiction. A morbid jew fantasy. So says all of history from that time. Deal with it.
https://gab.com/BattleDwarfGimli/posts/109993475003983745
"There has been a rash of Youth White Pride groups forming in a Washington State school district... Authorities are puzzled and Jewish community leaders are becoming concerned..."
Point blank, if one of us got in a state trooper's face like that, in any state, we'd be getting a wood shampoo, a boot leather abdominal massage, and significant jail time.
Gentlemen, I am writing to inform you that, regrettably, niggers.
Wow. Always wondered where this song went. It was everywhere for the longest time then disappeared. Never knew it was Gary Glitter until just now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sjGBXckGB4
I am at a roadhouse in rural Michigan for a burger, beer, and trivia night. We either have a pedophile, or a seriously sadistic, malevolent sonofabitch somewhere in the bar with us.
Which is not fun. I myself am immune to their smell, thanks to the Army very courteously gassing the living shit out of us in my first Battalion. The wife, not so much.
Ahhhhhh "muh sophisticated Yoooropeans..." - Newsflash - any one of you Euroids who could think, fight, or build left your countries between 1480 and 1920. You're the remnants. The trash. The also-rans. The betas.
I saw a raccoon around my chikin run the night before last so last night I set up a funnel of live traps near the entrance. I did not get the raccoon.
I got Mr. Skoonk.
Mr. Skoonk of course issued a warning shot the moment I got near. I moved the trap with a pitchfork so I could feed the chikins and let them out. Now I have to go out with my Savage bolt action pew-pew lite and deal with Mr. Skoonk, because we have chicks this year and Mr. Skoonk will attack chicks...
Dread is spot on though. A lot of American craziness never sees the light of day either. There's a "BYOC" race track up the road from me, all dirt/mud/ice/pick time of year, and the stands were built by some industrious bastard who liked CONEX containers. There are **supposedly rules and stuff, but nobody seems to know what they are. Not much of it turns up on the internet at all, because people want to keep playing with their customized toys in an unsafe manner.
I miss spending time here with you silly faggots. I've just been extremely busy. I've actually got a book (almost) published. It's in the final stages of "I'm not good enough/it's not good enough/I'm a failure/I should have never done this/this will never go anywhere" as we speak.