The Obvious Defined
Seemingly.
Somehow.
That which is right there.
Can't miss it if you try.
Standing out like a beautiful woman's erect hard nipples through a brief gust of cold wind.
So very well outlined and defined in every way of shape color and sound.
Not a moment to question.
Everything in it's correct right place.
Back and forth.
Pace to pace.
Thang is.
Ya just can't fuckin see it.
And there you are.
Obviously the who to Ms. Bizzy Biz making her rounds.
Inspecting the troops.
After all.
She just had to be lookin.
Cauze I gotta tell Ya.
Woman high and tight in Her well defined choice of body wrap attire.
But than She just had to go and dun did it.
Who would notice.
"Nice toe nail polish Mamm.
Green
Especially that shade of green most defiantly looks good on you".
"Well thank you.
Do you Reaallyyy like it"?
"Absolutely Mamm.
Actually.
I couldn't like it any more than I already do".
"Hmmmm.
See.
I've decided to break loose.
You know.
Doin all those thangs I've never done
But always wanted to".
"Copy that Mamm.
That Thang.
Jus a natural progression".
Tick to Tock the seconds into hours in quick jump licketies, advance to the conclusion of yet another work day.
He passes.
So very casually through the not so crowded late in the day business office.
Half way through the front door.
Ms. Bizzy Biz.
Turns ever so slightly.
Profile tightly wrapped up in it all.
The attire.
She catches Mr. Right Thang.
At the right time
With A
"Dis Somthang Somthang Ain't Even Close To The Finish Line Mr. Big Boy.
I'm Gonna Make Sure.
You.
Gonna Know It Look.
With that not even visible.
So evasive.
So Male Man.
Just slight of a glance thrown in less than a quarter nano
"Waitin On You Girl"
The look sayz it all.
Ms. Ever So Luscious Bizzy Biz and Her Grand Exit.
Slink Dat Thang On Out Da Door.
For sure not even on the way close side of anything final.
Somewhere way on up into the wee.
Hours.
Mr. Ever So Smooth.
Silk Ain't Got Nothin On Him.
He Glances.
Then Smiles.
Seeing All Too Very Clearly.
Those Green Painted Bizzy Biz Toes.
Now. On To The World.
Judges 1:16
18 Also Ju'dah took Ga'za with the coast thereof, and Aske-lon with the coast thereof.
19 And the Lord was with Ju'dah and he drave out the inhabitants of the mountain; but could nod not drave out the inhabitants of the valley, because they had chariots of iron.
36 And the coast of the Am'orites, was from the going up to A-krab - him from the rock and upward.
And an Angel of the Lord came up from Gilgal to Bo'chim, and said, I made you to go out of E'gypt and have brought you onto your the land which I sware unto your Fathers; and I said, I Will Never Break My Covenant With You.
No.
Ryan' not gettin all up in the Biblical Bible Study Thang.
I do prefer Kings James Version.
My Bible life is certainly for sure not a by any means strict regiment.
Fact of the matter is I like the Bible like I like the 'Art of War'. In fact these out of the literal thousands of books that I have read are my number one favorites.
As well my Bible interest is a curiosity thing.
Also something Well...
I do to kill time.
Especially when I am waiting.
The Bible first appeared in my life 1968, January.
I was in preparation of disembarking a Huey Helicopter mid hill Hue City, Central South Vietnam.
Hue being the first of seemingly many deployments in this far fetched far flung war 3 and 1/2 worlds away.
From all and everything with a tint of normality and realty.
Spit.
Shined.
Good to go.
Brand Spankin new.
Just commissioned 2cd Lieutenant.
Just around the corner,19 years old.
Captain looked over at me. His exact words;
"2cd Lieutenant. Your life expectancy on the field of battle is approximately 18 minutes. You gonna need this".
With that Captain handed me a pocket size addition of King James Bible.
Never actually holding one of these I opened it up.
Pocket addition drew the page with Psalm 91.
To this very day I carry Psalm 91 in my wallet.
Damn ass fuckin tears on the fuckin keyboard.
Fuck.
Hold on a sec.
Awight.
Ever since
On a pretty regular weekly basis I just open the Bible to where ever.
Today was no different.
Just happened to be Judah.
I find this very significant in the way that to me, this defines Gaza, what is transpiring and what I feel the final outcome.
That said.
I do firmly believe that Israel is not even on the way far side of anything relative to the Biblical sense of it all.
Israel is just protecting herself from Militant Terrorist Attack.
From my seat In Da Street.
Hamas some Chicken Shit, Fuck Their Mamma, Candy Ass Bitches for the simple fact that Ya All wanna fight.
Do battle as it were.
Stop hiding behind your Mammas Fat Ass.
Bitches.
Putting every day Citizens at death harm risk for their only crime of living in a neighborhood that your Bitchy Bitch Bullying ways has taken from them to carry on with your senseless killing of mainly your own.
I'll be clear.
Bitches.
Real Men.
Not Hide Behind Cowards Such As You.
Bring their rocket launchers out of the neighborhood and onto the field of battle.
Not locating their weapons and arsenals on the neighbors lawn and hope for Bitch mercy.
People In Da Hood just trying to live.
Not die while up into their daily routines.
But because of your Candy Ass Chicken Shit Bitch Addendum and Dictum.
YOU.
HAMAS.
ARE THE KILLERS OF YOUR OWN.
Hence Force Bitches.
Fuck You and Your MuThu Fuckin Mammas.
Just being real.
100 %.
And the BOUGHT and SOLD WORLD MEDIA Twists It and Turns It and Walks Home With Phat Cash In Their Fat Ass Pockets.
The Real Truth Buried So Very Fuckin Deep In A Crevice They Will Never Ever Find.
Even If They Should Trip Their Fat Ass's Over It.
The parade of the death march continues on footstep to footstep.
Ladder to grave.
Never Ever Enough Fuckin Blood Shed To Satisfy Your Advertisers and Your Cyclopean Over Over Paid Fat Ass Selves.
"Gunny. This Is Ignition Point To End Game".
Fuck Dis All and Your Clickety Clan.
Ryan. Out.
Hopefully.
Not a complete Total My Bad.
Regarding Comments.
I see them daily on different blogs.
I hit them.
Nothing, except the post that I clicked the comment button on asking me to reply.
Honestly.
Dis all too much for me.
I just don't get it, as far as just responding to comments.
Take WordPress Dot Com.
People comment on the blog.
Comment right there. I hit response. Good to Go.
As well I feel Extremely bad that I seemingly, regarding Ya All because of my apparent lack of comment response do not even attempt to read them. The comments.
Not at all the case.
So all that said.
Here is the best resolve I can come up with.
Send your comments to;
psapatriot@gmail.com
This is e-mail that is directly connected to this blog.
For real.
I want to communicate with Ya All.
To the nice man in the middle east that I have stopped communicating with. Here's the reason.
One day I hit your Google+ by total accident.
It went to the people in your circles.
There were exactly three people listed that day.
The very first Peep was Barack The President.
For sure not trying to be up in all dat.
Here in town several people that actually on a somewhat regular and friend based relationship.
Three exactly, have wanted me to start communicating with The President.
Of course.
Without say.
An Incredible Honor on every conceivable level.
After all He is The President.
As well.
Honestly.
I believe it would be a cool time for the both of us.
If He didn't have me smoked. LOL.
And No.
I am not afraid to Yak With Barack because of what ever I have stated regarding Him.
I'm from Da Hood.
Land Of Da Free.
Home of Da Yak
Just don't do politicians.
This sight is and always has been about 'We The People'.
It will remain as such.
Straight up.
Those in the daily lime light parade.
They all get enough yak time.
There Ya Have It.
My Addiction / Da Boy Jus Can't Hep It
That Final Drink
That Last Blast
Never Again.
For sure The Man Ain't Playin
Just Like That
Poof
No Turning Back.
Then It Happens.
The pull starts with the desert breeze.
The west side casting shadows over the cactus laden mountain perimeter.
Twilight starts to pull her Translucent Black Vail over the hill tops.
The cacophony of wild birds calls out to it's own broadcasting nights oncoming final curtain call.
The desert starts her degree dropping rapid temp changes in a brisky brisk rate.
109 Farenhieght turns her hot self down dropping 4 degrees every 5 minutes until the days oven blast turns to a livable twilight.
The Old Man looks out into the cool cloak desert.
His thoughts start to the beat of an Argentina Tango.
But He holds true to his convictions.
The addiction screams Her Jealous Rage.
Not today.
Not ever again.
But oh the fuck no.
Natures graceful onslaught plays to his thoughts regarding all previous events.
The battle is on.
But who really gives a shit.
In the entire scheme of things.
It really doesn't matter.
But oh the fuck no.
Just won't let go.
The World sinks her ever so sharp talons beyond all conceivable depth.
Piercing his ancient flesh.
Hellllllllllllll Nooo.
Not gonna happen.
Yet Additions Seductress ways lights him up soul deep.
Not gonna happen.
And the desert nights Yak harpoons the Old Mans Senses.
He Just Can't Hep It.
The early evening desert cool down graces his old worn body with Her Heavenly Breath.
He reaches for the familiar pen in his pocket.
Out comes the paper tab.
He Jus Can't Hep It.
"What Woman? Whose This Woman"?
"I'm gettin another beer. Wanna nother beer Bobby"?
"Sure Ryan".
"Zoie. Wanna nother beer"?
"Yes Ryan".
Ryan walks towards the fridge.
"Who is this woman Ryan? Is she from Flag"?
Ryan blows off all inquires coming from Zoie's direction.
"Here Ya go Bobby. Here Ya go Zoie".
"Ryan. I've never seen you drink before".
"Yeah. This is the one time out of three, maybe four times a year".
"Oh O.K. What Woman. Ryan"?
"Bobby. Turn back to that ball game", as Ryan totally blows off The Real One and The Only True Love of His Life.
As for Zoie.
She has that;
"I will Knock You Out. On Da Ground".
Look On Her Face.
It's going on 23:14 or for my single lingual readers, 11:14 p.m.
Zoie, Bobby and Ryan are all hanging in Bobby's crib.
Iggy Da Dog and Zoie were walking, taking their final walk of this now passing 24.
Bobby's Studio is located on the back side of the large parking lot facing out onto the street.
On Zoie and Iggy's return Bobby called out to Zoie to come on by.
Zoie walks in the already opened door, then quickly harnesses Iggy's long leash on the inside front door knob.
Except for back lite peeking out of the dressing area and bathroom, the crib is somewhat dark.
The large T.V. set in the Mahogany Amour, sound set low as a Spy movie plays to a seemingly empty room.
In front of the T.V. is a relaxing front room chair.
On the right of the chair is a coffee table then another matching relaxing front room chair on the right side of the coffee table.
Next to that chair was the bed.
As Zoie, non chalant as could be, moves with the fine tune of a well practiced martial artist, She side glances Ryan in less than a lickety glare.
Oh Yeah.
It's On.
Batter Up.
The Wind Up.
The Pitch On The Way.
Fast Ball Slider.
103 MPH Right Down The Middle.
Ryan On It.
His Pimp Hand Strong.
Ryan as cool as the water at 3a.m. sprinkling the cucumber patch.
Doesn't even see her.
Looking right through her body by Ferrari Physique straight at the tube.
Glass couldn't be more translucent.
Zoie takes Her seat on Bobby's bed with Iggy Da Dog at Her Right Barefooted Green Nail Painted Feet.
Ryan walks over to the fridge, grabs three beers, gives two to Bobby, Bobby hands one to Zoie over his right shoulder.
Ryan takes his seat at the far opposite of Bobby's bed looking directly at His Girl For Life.
The Quarter Mile Rails line up at the white line before the centered Xmas Tree starting lights.
This game of Wild Animal Mating Begins.
The Players Rev their Multiple Mach Racing Engine Hearts.
Lights engage.
Red
Yellow
Green
Rubber starts that black squealing burning fire, propelling sky high plums.
"So Bobby, That blond woman with all the Cha Wah Wah puppies still staying here"?
"Hell No. Robert found out about the 8 Cha Wah Wah puppies. Tore da shit out of that place. So her, da dogs, her boy, gone. Robert had to evict them.
"So Bobby, is there anyone living next store to me on either side"?
"So Bobby, on and on and on, Blahsey, Blahsey, Blahsey.
All Ryan can do through all this Zoie ignoring him passion ploy is to just look at her and fall deeper in love by every tick to tock.
"Damn Zoie. You looking good Girl".
Zoie brushes off Ryan with a quick cute closed lip little tiny tini pursed in a Nano smile, then continues the complete head turn away from Ryan completing Her Fast Ball Blow Off.
"So Bobby..."
"Zoie stop. This Man Loves you so very fuckin much. You melt him like cheese on a double steak sandwich. Pleezeeee. Pay this poor old love sick Man some attention. He so loves you so so very very fuckin much".
Ryan just bounces his head looking at Zoie on Bobbys every word. Like follow the bouncing head.
All Ryan can do is stare at Zoie.
Hiz Girl For life through all da thick.
All da thin.
For sure.
Talking collar and leashes.
Ryan's Alfa Man Hood is reduced to a Bloody Beta Bath.
Bones Optional.
Hiz Pimp Hand has broken in umteen places leaving a limp, less than a stem, hanging from no where
Ryan reaches into hiz bag of tricks.
Takes a shot.
"Damn Bitch.
Comes all the way down here from Flag with me in her truck. Spends my money.
Leaves me in a Herd of three day old Buffalo Dust.
"Woman?
What Woman?
Whose This Woman?
Ryan?
Who Is This Woman?
Ryan?
From Flag"?
Ryan's fire breathing rail, Monster Slicks just about reduced to Rubber Knubs, pulls oh so slightly ahead.
Now. On To The World.
Malaysian Airlines Flight 17.
Boeing 777 shot down over Ukraine.
World saying V. Putins hands are all over this sky high slaughter.
Russian Militant Rebels guilty of the squeeze.
Seemingly.
The World Media has this one Bought and sold.
The Real Real.
The 100 Percent.
The Horrendous Treacherous Murderous Bring Down of Malaysian Flight 17 is all but lost in The Sacrifice of Pawns.
A few hundred plus people die in the sky.
A scintilla of sacrifice on the Global Stage Game of World Domination.
The players all lined up.
Up and Down the board.
In this game of Power.
Without a doubt.
Vladimar Putin is The Stone Cold Leader.
By a Bustillion Football Fields.
So So Very Very far up in front of the pack.
Taking this lead even a step further up the acreage.
Israel today is closer, much closer to Russia than to The United States.
Without getting real deep.
Russia and Israel' missions run direct parallels.
Lt. Colnel Vladimir Putin, KGB.
Is not on any far flung.
Far fetched.
Makes absolutely not a bit of sense.
Senseless scheme.
On the way far far side of any and all realty.
Is going to risk his Global Prestige and Power Over No Mind Sensless Acts.
What for sure Vladdy is not going to do.
Is smoke 298 civilians aboard a domestic European flight.
No fuckin way.
As well.
What the hell is a Commercial Airlines Flight doing navigating over a hostile ongoing combat zone?
Is it just me?
Honestly.
Malaysian airlines is starting to remind me of the United States own former airlines;
'Air America'.
Not that I would know anything the fuck in the world about that.
What I am saying World.
The stench my fine tuned nose is picking up on is the Pungent Sickening Puke Stained Wretched Slaughtering Act of the one.
The only.
The American C.I.A.
Their Grease Butt Monkey Feces Are All Over This Bitch.
For the Masters of The Murderous Craft.
Smoking 298 Civilian's to turn the table on Putin The Global Adversary is a Sunset Walk on Bali.
Worse.
Much Much Worse has been perpetrated by these Dark Room Spooks.
So I have been told of The C.I.A.'s Tantrumunous Criminal Romp Through Cambodia and Laos.
Many of these South East Asian Spooks are to this day still on the ground in this far far away haven.
Stacks($) Piled Higher Than Bukoo.
So I Have Heard.
An Aircraft full of civilian passengers.
Tehhhh.
Nigga.
Pleeze.
Putin Way Way Too Smart To Even Consider for a moments fraction anything as far fetched as this killing.
Not Today.
Not Tomorrow.
Not Ever.
Conspiracy Theory?
Bet The MuthuFuckin Farm.
Certainly For The Sure Fact.
Not One Bit Ownership From This Author Regarding Any Conspiracy Theory.
Just Da Real Real.
Da 100 %.
Feel Me?
So Far?
Da Man Jus Can't Hep it.
Ryan. Out.
I certainly do apologize for the triple editing.
After Publishing todays blog.
As I have previously stated.
I do not own a computer. That said.
So far so good regarding the many public computers that I
publish on.
The luck of the draw today opened her wicked jagged tooth mouth and bit my face off.
Sorry to put Ya All through that.
Hell's Diversion
"Ryan Donovan. Where the hell have you been?"
"Hey V."
"Like that. Just Hey V. Disappeared off the face. In the wind. 10 days. Just Gone. Not a word. Not a peep. Not a sound".
"Hmmm. I was at a retreat Veronica".
"A retreat? Up in Flag?"
"No".
"Damn you Ryan. Always the arrogant little prick. Your way. Your path. Like it or not".
"Veronica. Please. It's over 110 degrees. I'm doing my very best to just chill. My Momz been dead 8 years now. Cut me slack. Pleeze".
"Ryan I just care so much for you. This has been protocol since we met on Santa Monica Beech at 13 years old. As well I read your blog yesterday regarding TBGNS. I'm so happy for you. You need someone to love and care for you".
"Yeah.
Right.
Newz Flash.
She ain't the one.
As Usual.
Went by her crib as she had requested.
Knock on the door.
Then she all up in da mood dickety moody mood crap.
All I heard was I am busy, come back....
She still yakking.
I'm walking.
As in See Ya Bye.
Damn sure ain't got no time for da bitch.
"Oh Ryan. Poor Thang. You and women".
"Exactly.
Treacherous as can be.
Honestly.
I don't give two shitz or three fast flying fuckz one way or the other regarding all women.
Celibate nine years and counting. For life.
Hence forth regarding my life there is absolutely no past what so ever, except you.
Every day is a day advanced down the positive side freeway.
Ya ain't today. Ya ain't here.
Straight up".
"So, where you staying. Are you going to remain in Tucson? Where did you disappear to? Are you alright?
"V.
I don't know.
Pleeze.
I appreciate your concern.
I'm good. Just don't start with all the questions".
"I just love you Ryan. For seemingly a lifetime".
"It has been a lifetime V.
You My Dawg. You My Homey. Ya just Female".
"I know. I just worry about you".
"I appreciate that V.
Honestly.
Every night in my turbo toss and turn sleep.
I make a decision to sign onto this blog sight the next day.
Then sign off.
'Ryan Sean Donovan'
1948 - 2014 .
Then just like the Dark Brew Coffee and Menthol Top Rollies I'm at the college dropping a peck.
Just another fuckin addiction. That's all this is"
"Ryan. Your just lost in a writers cramp. You don't talk about politics. World affairs. I believe you miss that subject matter".
"Nothing could be on the farthest.
I would prefer Napalm Cornea Injections with a Rectal Exam Float than to even ponder writing about this just about gone world and the treacherous conditions of things.
I've stated, wrote and screamed all I have to say.
Honestly.
Regarding this world. This planet.
I do not give 4 shitz and 13 fast flyin fuckz.
I have spent 90% of my life doing what I could never have imagined doing in my wildest dreams.
90% of my life doing what I never ever wanted to do.
This is my 10%.
Anything remotely connected to the past is not even a nano of a thought. Except, again, of course you.
As well this blog is the past.
It was my outlet.
My therapy.
My joy.
Now it is the Hell Bound Strings of Deathly Addiction".
"Phew.
Ryan.
You ain't playin. What are you going to do?"
"Don't know V.
What I do know is that in the Hebrew language there is no word for Retire.
As well no word for Borrow.
That said.
I'm gonna get a real job.
God has blessed me in so many ways.
One is my health and the ability to just keep going. So there Ya have it".
"That's it?"
"That's it's".
"Just like that?"
"Just like that"
Ryan. Out.
A Brief Flash In Time / Theorizing The Existential Beauty Of Space and Time
"Yo Dawg. Bobby B."
Ryan yells from behind a large potted, blooming cactus as he approaches the apartment complex of his former residence.
Bobby is out harvesting the beauty of the recent Monsoons here in the desert.
As cool as can be Bobby blows it off like nothin biggy big. Thang is he can't hide the smile busting loose from his grill.
"Ryan, My Dawg. What Up My Brother. Where you really been Man?"
"Retreat my Man".
"RyanindaSwamp In Da Desert In Da Wind".
"Yeah. More like Ryanindaswamp In Da Desert Iz Da Wind".
"Yeah. Ryan all up in Da Yickety Dat".
"As always my Man on Da Nail".
Ryan and his friend talk. Then in a all too slight nod Bobby gives that someone in back cha blink.
Ryan turns around slow, in an all so cool way. That lean against a wooden building support log outside the saloon taking a hit from his menthol rollie..
There before him stands the most beautiful desert breeze. Sweet colitis wrapped in an all too tight just short enough summer dress. Painted toe nails. Barefoot on the 108 degree tarmac.
Drop dead, Weast Coast L.A. Gorgous.
Body By Ferrari.
TBGNS.
Right there without one scoch of a scintilla of a doubt.
Ryan knows Dis Hiz Girl.
The desert breeze kicks up her rear hind quarters and kicks a sweet scented salacious breeze.
"Hey Bobby... Blasey, Blasey, Blasey"
"So Ryan. Where have you been. Where are you staying. Are you back in Tucson. Where are you staying. Are you moving back here. Huh Ryan".
All Ryan can do is is stand there in this loving heavenly I'm gonna bang your brains out moment for life.
"So where you been?"
"Here and there."
"Where and where. You moving back here. You staying up in Flag. What are you doing."
"Day to day. Up in the air".
"Hmmmm. Do you have you have a cigarette"?
"Yeah".
Ryan reaches in his left back pocket and draws out a pack of Tops Menthol Rollie's.
He fishes for the papers.
"Bobby you got da papers"/
"Yeah. Hold on". As Bobby started to roll up the industrial garden hose.
"You moving back here? Really. What are you doing Ryan".
"Not really sure. Day to day thang".
All Ryan could do was play it so cool. Every nano tick to tock his love for this Girl grew exponentially.
She was his.
He was wrapped upped.
Signed.
Sealed and Delivered.
"Here da papers Man".
"Thanx"
"Here Ya Go Girl".
Of course TBGNS could more than amply roll Her own.
"I don't wanna cigarette".
"Here Zoie. I got you some papers".
"I Do not wanna a cigerette. Ryan"
"Oh. I thought"...
"Ryan. Please"
At that very point Ryan knew for real for sure Hiz Pimp Hand Strong.
That Zoie was his Girl from here to forever.
Zoie walked away with Ryan in tow talking about peoples reactions and the actual physics involved regarding their every move, thought and action and the symmetrical balance of all and everything.
The hot flamed tarmac had absolutely not one effect on Zoies feet.
They walked over to Her front door.
Iggy Da Dog just kept looking up and winking.
"So really Ryan. Where are you staying"?
"Just here and there".
"I'm going places tomorrow. Come by and see me in the morning. We'll go together".
"For real, cause I'm not trying to come by and then you all up in da crib all moody mood".
"For real Ryan. Come by early".
"See Ya a.m. Girl".
"Bye Ryan".
"By Zoie".
Iggy Da Dog gave hiz farewell nod.
Bobby walked by and rolled his eyes. Shook his head.
"Damn right Dawg.
My Pimp Hand Strong.
Girl on it like chocolate on Twix".
"Damn Dawg. She all right up on it".
"Copy Dat.
She my Girl from now to the thick and thin.
Catch you later Dawg. I'm goin by the college and knock off a verb".
As Ryan walked up back into Da Hood all he could think about was TBGNS. (The Beautiful Girl Next Store)
In granite.
Nothing to even begin to analyze.
Hiz Gal For Sure From Here Out Up Into The Spur There and Back.
Now. Onto The World.
The world is for sure still one politically controlled bought and sold media frenzy passion play of pretend world domination selling product at un before seen volumes.
'As The Cesspool Turns'.
"My name is Mr. Malitan. I am your television production professor for the next two semesters.
The most important part of the television business, class.
Television Is One Big Fat Lie. You will be tested".
Ryan. Out.
Suprize Surprize Surprize
Driving up the Israel Border back in 1977, I looked over at my Non Com and stated completely out the wild blue;
"Gunny, this is ignition point regarding end game".
Ukraine still in the blow up phase.
Add Venezuela, Singapore, and about 1/3 of the rest of the world into this nightmare equation.
Less than 50 miles South of me the Southern Border is way past detonation.
But for right now I will state that what is transpiring in Israel is by far the very very worse situation.
These actions between Hamas and Israel has the ability to light up the Earth.
When this President was first elected I was having lunch with my Israeli friend outside on the patio of her South Beach Restaurant.
All I remember about that conversation was Zeta stating to me,
"Ryan, You guys just elected a Communist Muslim".
Zeta served as an Israel Army Officer for 15 years than Mossad Special Agent.
We have been friends almost that long.
The information that was past on to me that day was of no suprize to me. I researched this President for the fact that I wanted to vote for him.
The deal breaker for me was his most radical, Anti American Terrorist friend as well as the person who invited Barry Satoro/Barack Obama into his home while Barry was an exchange student.
That would be non other than American Terrorist himself Bill Ayers.
Yeah.
That Bill Ayers.
The Same Bill Ayers That Killed San Francisco Police Sargent Brain McDonnell In 1970 with a pipe bomb built by Bernadine Dorhn. Delivered By Bill Ayers.
The Ayers and Dorhn Act were to be brought to trial on the day of Barack Obamas first inauguration.
Never Happened.
In Ayers The Cop Killers Own Words;
"What The Fuck. I'm A Free Man".
What A Country.
I've only been writing regarding ALL of this for only three years now.
My Compensation.
Not One Thin MuthuFuckin Dime.
Great Gig If You Can Get It American News Media.
Filthy Whores Are A Cyclopean Upgrade.
What is the Suprize America.
What is the Suprize American Bought and Sold Media completely responsible and complicit in the hiding of all the facts regarding this American Terrorist.
America.
Ya All elected this man.
Twice.
Myself.
Personally.
Have Counted.
Fifteen. (15)
Impeachable Acts.
Not One Damn MuthuFuckin Word From Those That We Elect To make Sure This Shit Don't Happen.
'NEVER AGAIN'.
No one has any clue what so ever regarding the exact count of Nuclear War Heads that Israel possesses.
What I do know for a fact is that clearly painted on the tip of 3 of those War Heads are those exact words.
'Never Again'
In Both English and Hebrew.
Israel is not playing.
Not in the least damn bit.
As well the Israeli Military is the finest and most determined out here.
Their Fighter Pilots are in my opinion the very very best right up there with Americas.
So America.
How Is Your Muslim Communist Crack Smoking Gay Former Drug Dealing President Working Out For Ya All.
Was Zeta and myself the only people in this country that was aware of this?
Now waiting in the wings, that is if there are still wings to be waited in.
Murderous Lying Hillary.
And Lying Fake Native American Elizabeth Warren.
Great Fuckin Job America.
Great Fuckin Job Greedy Bought and Sold American News Media.
To be Clear. Translucent.
This is not about Muslim.
This is not about Jews.
This is not about white.
This is not about black.
This IS about Radicalism.
The very fact that this president is Muslim, this was his opportunity to unite.
Not Divide.
This president was in a perfect position to bring the Muslim world and the rest of the world together.
I know I am venturing into very deep, murky, uncharted water here.
Hang with me.
Muslim people are no different than any other people.
Jews and Muslims in the state of Israel live next door to each other.
Their Kidz play together.
Families meal together.
I know Christians and Muslims who are friends.
The point is that no one ever even thinks of another persons religious identities until those very identities are cast out into the world in some far flung issues whose only purpose is to separate the masses on a grand level.
This president is THE MASTER OF HATE AND DIVISION.
Straight Up.
His base camp if you will are comprised of the main haters and dividers.
The Ayers.
The Jarrets.
The Dorhns.
The Warrens.
The Clintons.
On and On and On.
As Muslim this president had the opportunity to bring Israel and the Muslim world together on a global basis.
Taking it out of the neighborhoods in Israel and surrounding areas.
But oh the fuck no.
What this president did instead is to pander to his side.
The Radical Hate Side.
Giving these factions the good to go regarding destruction and death.
Muslim people are dying because of this president.
I personally feel this for the simple fact that my Muslim friends are crying over this madness.
This blog.
Every day Muslim people are bringing me into their circles.
Wishing me good morning.
Have a great day.
America.
Wake The Fuck Up.
It is Radical Idiots.
Haters.
Governments.
That are destroying our world.
We The Peoples World.
These Hating Plagues of Locusts Must be Stopped.
The Radicals Must Be Buried.
The Haters Time Has Come For Their Destruction.
Far Flung Governments and Their Implementers Of Hate and Division Must Go.
In this the latest of Radical Missions Unleashed On The Innocent.
Death Marches To The Silent Drum As Citizens Die For the Simple Reality Of Living Their Lives.
Being In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time.
In that blackest of all black light, Israel exits the tunnel as murderers.
Not that of a nation defending itself.
On the grandest of all grand levels this entire situation devised, implemented and deployed by this president is beyond destructive.
Yet EVERY Bought and Sold News Media' Over Paid Yakking Heads Still Go On and On and On That;
"He Doesn't want This Or That Crisis To Happen. He Is Just Over His Head".
"Oh No. Oh No. For This President Doesn't Want All This To Happen. He Is Just Confused. Micro Managing".
Pleeze.
Then The Master Of All Non Ceremony.
Stuttering Bumbling Tripping Over Himself John McCain.
"I Do Not Believe The President Is Complicit In All This. He's He's Just Not Aware Of Exactly What To Do Or When To Do It"
John.
The Above Is Why You Were A Prisoner Of War. Idiot.
You Were So Far Off Course There Was Not A Marine T.R.A.P. Unit Within 100 Miles.
Go Crash Another Jet.
You Only Have 4 Crashed Jet's To Your Credit.
Oh Let's Not Forget Discharging A Missile From Your Air Craft Onto The Flight Deck Of An Aircraft Carrier.
Thank God For You That Admirals Stack 3 Deep In Your Family Closet.
Idiot.
Yet This Moron, As Far As Fox News Is Concerned Is Some Type Of All Seeing and Knowing Prophet.
Buy You Books.
Send You To School Fox News.
This Is The Best You Can Come Up With.
A Man So Very Buried In The American Industrial Military Complex, That Every Time One Of Military Brother's Squeeze, McCain The Blood Sucker Stacks($) Bukoo.
Regarding Mr. Barry Satoro/Barack Hussein Obama.
Why would he intervene in any of the ClusterFuck situations destroying this world?
This is what his entire purpose has been from the beginning.
Israel.
The Border.
What I am reminded of is the movie 'Usual Suspects'.
Where at the end Kaiser Sochette just walks away and flicks a cigarette over his shoulder.
As in saying;
"Yeah. Watch This. Fuck You".
As Usual.
Fat and Happy America Is As Clueless As Can Be.
Waiting at the starting gate to yet again electing more hate and division while their fat grills are stuck to their 73 inch flat screens.
White Guilt.
Ain't It A Bitch.
Ryan. Out.
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