JUST WHAT DID THIS GUY COVER UP FOR HILLARY CLINTON?
WHY DID HE REPEATEDLY LIE THROUGH HIS ASS AGAIN AND AGAIN to the American People when we were calling for Hillary’s broom? The disgusting waste of flesh should be rotting in a Federal Prison right now, She clearly and unquestionably committed several Felony Crimes, Lied to Congress (while under oath? Anybody?) about those crimes, Received “Above the Law” treatment by the FBI before, during and after their “investigation” and clearly had help doing it.
The Dumbocrats can say all they want to about President Trump, but his worst day ever does not even stand on the same planet when compared to this bullshit – and this is just another day at the fucking office for Hillary. Those goddamn fucking Clinton’s make me sick to my stomach, and you fucking retarded Dumbocrats wanted to make her President of the United States? Let that sink in, and then ask yourself the question, assuming you wanted this sick bitch to lead our country…What does that say about you? If you don’t hang your head in Ninja-like shame, then you’re every bit the Sick and Twisted Fucks the Republicans make you out to be! Does that make you mad? Does that make you want to crawl through your network cabling, put your fist through my monitor and cold-cock me? The Truth Hurts like a motherfucker! Doesn’t it?!
Here’s more, and this isn’t some rant about the corruption and scandal in DC by some guy who loves his country and wants to expose the corruption and scum holding elected officials…I’m talking every bit about the Republican scum here as well…In my book Elected Official-Scum (or as they want US to think of them…Public Servants) and Politician-Scum are equally useless, slimy shit bags that should be rounded up and executed en-mass! These fuckwads have taken, taken and taken some more and fed their own fat asses and those of their families and friends for too long (some of them their entire careers…did someone say Obama, Reid, Feinstein, McConnell, McCain, Pelosi, Boehner, Rangel and Boxer? Thought I heard the nail-on-a-chalkboard sound of the names of the likes of …) And because we the sheeple were and are so goddamn sick of this type bullshit, we kicked them out of office as fast as our little fingers could vote in the 2014 elections…Right? Wrong as Fuck! The 2014 Elections had a 95%+ incumbent winning percentage! For more on who’s been slopping themselves at the public feeding troughs for 20+ years, click here for a well-written piece by Tyler Durden.
OK, here’s what I’ve been getting to…Taken from Judicial Watch…Yes, the article included a pitch asking for money so they could “fix” things. Maybe they can and would or will, but like so many Americans, I will not and cannot give money to another group who claims they are going to fix America…if only we’ll give them our money. Here’s a hint, solicitors of funds to Fix this Broken Mess of a Country…Tell us what you’ll do and how you’ll do it, and then tell us not to send you any money…Help us to know that you and yours are so patriotic you’re going to do this because it’s the right thing to do…not because it’s the profitable thing to do. I mean, Jesus, for all I know these guys at Judicial Watch (and this is just my own personal example, I’m sure they are a stand-up organization -again it’s just an example) send out a request for donations email blasting the Dems, and a different server at their same building sends out a request for donations blasting the Republicans…
"(Washington, DC) – Judicial Watch announced today that it filed a Freedom of Information (FOIA) lawsuit to obtain Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) records relating to its “investigation of former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton’s use of a non-government email server during her tenure.” No one is above the law – including James Comey – and that’s why your JW intends to find out the truth about how the Obama administration’s FBI and Justice Department abused their powers to protect Hillary Clinton and target Donald Trump.And so, through this lawsuit, Judicial Watch is investigating the investigators!Congress won’t do it. And the liberal media won’t do it. But Judicial Watch is going to court to get the truth on this and some many other DC corruption issues.
A 1775-Foot Tower will Rise on West 57th Street – Midtown Manhattan, USA
Yes, it’s true. After letting the middle east and Asia kick our damn asses for quite some time, New York City is finally topping off some of it’s highly anticipated supertalls!
Nordstrom Tower will become the Tallest Residential Tower on Earth, once completed (unless fucking Dubai tops off another one, which they will, but this blog isn’t about fucking Dubai…It’s about New York City, the Best City on this Planet, the 2nd Moust-Populous Metro Region (behind Tokyo’s 35,000,000 – NYC is just over 25,000,000 – Jesus, that’s a lot of people).
There are rumors about Nordstrom Tower not being able to erect it’s spire, which will knock 300ish-feet off the height count. It may only top out oat 1550 – That is still incredibly tall. I recall 26 years ago, living in Manhattan, I felt that I was king of the world. “The Trades,” as my group called them, were such elegant symbols of America’s Power and Might! It really doesn’t matter if Osama-Fuckwad or the Bush-Administration brought the towers down, and to be completely honest, you’d have to ignore far too many facts and oddities to believe for a second that a bunch of Mussie-Rats brought those towers down…I mean really – The fucking flames somehow burnt hot enough to melt the steel (when it’s been proven, and it’s a known fact that jet-fuel does not burn hot enough to melt the type of steel used in the WTC…I think my favorite’s are…No plane at the pentagon…It just burned up into nothing. My friend if you believe that could happen, do some research on the Rolls-Royce engines used on that plane…Also consider that the Pentagon, without a shadow of a doubt the most highly secured structure on earth, with more security cameras per pound of concrete and steel than any structure on the planet…and we get a fuzzy image from some ATM across the way showing a fireball exploding. Where are the planes, George? I guess they really think people are that dumb, and I have to agree with them, people are that dumb! Back to the fire…it somehow burned hot enough to cause these buildings to collapse. Note the construction of the towers did not use interior support columns, and was almost tube-like, with a large support “column” running up the middle of the tower and perimeter columns to which the “base clips” held the floor joists up…They can use all the “science” they wish to, they can say heat and temperature are not the same thing, that the columns did not melt, yada, yada, yada…End result, the WTC is THE ONLY STEEL-CONSTRUCTION building on earth to have been brought down by fire…So back to the fires towards the top…They burned hot enough to do all this damage yet one tiny piece of paper, which just happened to be the passport of one of the “hi-jackers” survived -it was in his pocket or luggage and the explosion “pushed” it gently from it’s cushioned home and into a fire that was burning around 1200F-1500F. All the other pieces of paper up there were vaporized, disintegrated, blown to microscopic bits of ash, yet this one piece of evidence, almost a smoking gun survived all that commotion and destruction and fell gently to the ground where a US Government official just happened to pick it up! I think that’s the biggest load of fucking bullshit I’ve ever heard in my life, and it’s such an unbelievable, horribly constructed, vomitus load of fucking bullshit, it insults the honor and memory of the fallen hero’s and loved ones who were butchered by…I hate to say it, but our fucking government!
So the Nordstrom tower will add another supertall to Midtown’s In-challenged skyline (and Fuck that shit about Hong Kong having more skyscrapers than NYC – they’ve used a definition to reach their desired conclusion. Go to skyscraperpage.com and look. Yes, Hong Kong is mind blowing, has gigantic beautiful, wonderous skyscrapers, but New York’s Manhattan Island is unchallenged in it’s reign as King of the Skyscraper Club. And yes, Dubai has some tall buildings, and has a very impessive skyline, but the number of buildings there, doesn’t even begin to reach New York’s…It also amazes me how Dubai, a city with only 2-Million People in it’s entire Metro area can fill the downtown office buildings and hotels and residential highrises they have constructed.
Maybe someone can explain what is going on there…I’d guess that the vacancy rate of office space in Dubia is sky-high! Who knows though.
So I’ll end this blog-post with a picture that shows what Manhattan will look like down the road, when the buildings under construction and awaiting ground-breaking are topped out!
Let’s face it; President Trump has known for a long time that Washington DC, i.e. our gigantic Aristocracy, which our government wants you to believe is actually a “constitutional Republic, masquerading as a democracy” is one large cesspool. I’ve known for a long time that it’s one giant pile of corrupt shit. Our public servants are anything but servants; they’re nobility by definition and by their own admission. They are destroying our country, piece by piece, and law by law… I still can’t believe that President Trump was actually elected and sworn into office. I also think he’s the best thing to happen to America in a long time. How sad that the younger generation, the democrats and the ignorant see him as an elitist, out to destroy everything good about her (America). That sounds a little bit like Satanism, by definition – They’ve taken what Trump doing (Restoring our Constitutional Republic – Draining the Swamp) and labeled it the exact opposite of what it really is. If you can honestly (and I mean fucking honestly – your words, your opinions – not the bullshit that you’ve been brainwashed with) argue that what Trump is doing is not in the best interests of our country and the legal citizens of this country, then by all means, pull your head out and comment! Your Silence is Deafening!
Members of Congress are holding “secret conversations”
about removing President Donald Trump from office following a
“difficult first 100 days,” according to a report from The New
“Nobody occupies the White House without criticism, but Trump
is besieged by doubts of a different order, centering on the
overt, specific, and, at times, bipartisan discussion of
whether he will be engulfed by any one of myriad problems
before he has completed even one term in office—and, if he is,
how he might be removed,” wrote Evan Osnos.
Osnos claims to have “interviewed several dozen people about
the prospects of cutting short Trump’s Presidency,” including
“his friends and advisers; to lawmakers and attorneys who
have conducted impeachments; to physicians and historians;
and to current members of the Senate, the House, and the
intelligence services.” [Read More…]
So I guess the haters gonna keep hating. I do find it odd that a person gets elected to the office of President, states that he’s going to give the power back to the people, and make sure that corruption and scandal are a thing of the past, and he’s hated as if he’s fucking Hitler! Do you fucking leftist-idiot-fucks hear what you’re saying…I guess you want a Corrupt Government to control your lives. That’s what it amounts to! Think about it…or is thinking something you idiots don’t do? Even if Trump was the most evil, scandalous SOB to ever live, I would think that everyone (except the corrupt) would applaud statement like Trump’s… Maybe someone can explain why wanting to give the power back to the people is bad, and why ridding the government of corruption is bad…And don’t try to argue like a politician and give me that “what he’s really saying is…” I’m asking your democrats a simple question: “How can you hate Trump based on his statements about ‘giving the power back to the people,’ and ‘ridding DC of corruption?. Please, someone explain, my goddamn head hurts.
Hell, somone write me an email and I’ll post your essay on this site if you can answer my questions. I’ll even shut up or change the subject.
Try as he might, late-night CBS talk-show-host Stephen Colbert just can’t say anything funny. I’ve wished for years that I kept a loaded 9MM on the end table closest to my couch so that when this dipshit somehow shows up on my TV, and I don’t have my remote in-hand, I can make an easy choice: blow my brains out or listen to this geek try to say something funny. As you can tell by my writing this, I’ve never had the gun close enough!
I’m NOT just saying this because he insulted two real world leaders either. I’ve laughed to myself for years over how fucking stupid this guy is. I feel sorry for the guy, and can totally understand why he’s on CBS – He sucks! So now, he’s actually proud of himself for insulting our president, Vladimir Putin and homosexuals in general. What really makes me mad is that had he (or any other late-night lame-ass for that matter) said something like that about our former muslim-in-charge, Barry-the-worst-president-of-all-time-Soetoro, he’d be out of his job and facing a backlash from every media company on the fucking planet.
You can joke all you want to, Stephen, but the fact is that President Donald Trump did more to benefit Americans (your lame-ass included) while he slept at night during his first 100-days as our leader than ISIS-Front-Man-Obama did in eight goddamn years. Perhaps the real joke is that Colbert has been aching to talk about dick-sucking for so long, and to such an extent that he just blurts it out, even when he might have meant to talk about something else.
Perhaps it’s time to once again, start the #CancelColbert hashtag. One of these days he’s not going to get away with his bullshit. He’s also racially offensive to Asians as well. Click Here for that story. Not too long ago Don Imus became public enemy #1 for calling a bunch of nappy-haired-ho-looking females “nappy-haired-hos.” His ass was canned immediately, he became the media-industry’s “dick-of-the-decade,” and we haven’t heard his name since. I thought it interesting how he says something funny about some black females and gets fucked over, but that same night, another unfunny Trump-hating bitch, Wanda Sykes (a black female, no less) happens to be on with Leno or Letterman (I couldn’t care less to be honest) and she can insult Imus non-stop for ten minutes and that is just her “being funny.” Imus was spewing “hate-speech” and “racially-motivated insults,” but good old Sykes was just being funny. Fuck that two-way street, I guess. We all secretly know that only white people are racists (see the post before this about Muhammad-Racist-Fucking-Ali and how us white folk are “white devils,” and his kids are too good to go to school with white kids -That’s all OK).
So, to clarify, President Donald Trump is taking care of business, with America and what is best for her at the crux of his agenda, while Stephen Colbert subconsciously tells us what he’d really like to do with other guys. I guess if his show was watched by anyone, or he was important or funny, I’d really give a shit.
And if anyone’s offended by my writing, please know that I’m just trying to be funny. I’d never purposely call some asshole an asshole, or a lame-ass, wannabe comedian a dipshit…
Taken from The Judicial Watch Blog -Corruption Chronicles. As it turns out, Muhammad Ali was not the Greatest, unless you’re talking about Racism, Hate of Whites and Black Supremacy. I’m waiting for someone to get pissed off and say it’s all OK, after all this guy’s Muhammad Ali. I don’t even need to ad my opinions, I’ll let you read and make your own conclusions.
“WHITE DEVILS” – FBI RECORDS SHOW MUHAMMAD ALI’S RACIST MOSQUE TIRADES
-As Family Uses his Fame to try and Defeat Racial & Religious Profiling.
MAY 03, 2017 As a Nation of Islam heavyweight, boxing legend Muhammad Ali referred to Caucasians as “white devils” and “crackers” and told mosque worshipers that “black women have the best sons and daughters in the world,” according to Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) records obtained by Judicial Watch. Known as Cassius Clay before converting to Islam, Ali also said “programs of integration are useless,” that blacks want separation not integration and that the 1964 Civil Rights Act was a “swindle.” The three-time heavyweight champion also told Muslims during a mosque delivery that “the so-called Negro is the original man and is superior to the white devil” and that he’d rather be with his own people than “blue-eyed devil white people.”
The FBI files present a picture of the late heavyweight champion that is clearly at odds with much of the image portrayed at the time of his death last year. His deep involvement with the Nation of Islam and its racially divisive rhetoric and behavior is part of a record that deserves to be revealed and contradicts Ali’s image as a civil rights icon. The hundreds of pages of documents are related to the FBI’s investigation of Ali for evading the draft and the government’s monitoring of the Nation of Islam, which is described by the agency as an “all-Negro, quasi-religious organization which espouses a line of violent hatred of the white race, Government, law and law enforcement.” The federal surveillance files show that Ali told a Washington D.C. mosque crowd that he preferred “dying outright” or going to jail than going into the Army and at a Cleveland mosque the boxer said the American flag “represented death and destruction” but the “Muslim flag” represents “life and prosperity, justice for all black men.” The records reveal the great threat the FBI perceived the Nation of Islam to be in the 1960s and that Ali was closely monitored by the agency as a “security matter” due to his associations with Nation of Islam leaders Elijah Mohammad and Malcom X. The Nation of Islam followed Mohammad’s interpretation of the “Koran,” the FBI records say, which taught that white people are “white devils” to be destroyed in a coming “War of Armageddon.” In April 1964, Ali’s plans to travel to Muslim countries alarmed the FBI and the agency searched his passport files and recorded that while in Accra, Ghana, Ali said he planned to bring four wives back to the US. Ali’s ex-wife, Sonji Roi, informed the FBI that the Nation of Islam received 80% of the boxer’s earnings while he only got 20%. The records also state that Ali was arrested for assault and battery in July 1960 at his parents’ home in Louisville, Kentucky and that his mother witnessed the crime.
Judicial Watch had to sue the government to get the records, which are decades old but come to light as Ali’s family ironically uses his name and legacy to launch a national campaign to end racial and religious profiling. Just weeks ago, Ali’s second wife, Khalilah Camacho-Ali, and son, Muhammad Ali Jr, announced that they’re launching an anti-discrimination initiative called “Step into the Ring.” The inspiration came from getting detained and questioned at a south Florida airport where mother and son claim they were racially and religiously profiled. The Alis were returning from a Jamaican Black History month event in February and assert that federal immigration officers harassed them. As part of their “Step into the Ring” campaign they traveled to Capitol Hill in March to make a plea to end racial and religious profiling. During congressional testimony Camacho-Ali said this: “Somebody needs to turn this ‘humanity’ switch on because we’re not going to go back to Robert E. Lee,” referring to the Civil War Confederate Army commander. “We must step into the ring and fight this thing and keep fighting it until it’s done because it will be done,” she continued. When Muhammad Ali died in Phoenix, Arizona last June hordes of media outlets published obituaries rehashing his spectacular boxing career and accomplishments as a civil rights idol. One mainstream news outlet called Ali a “civil rights champion ” and “an emblem of strength, eloquence, conscience and courage.” Another wrote that, along with a fearsome reputation as a fighter, Ali spoke out against racism, war and religious intolerance. Then President Barack Obama issued a statement saying that Ali fought for everyone. “He stood with King and Mandela,” Obama said, adding that the boxer “stood up when it was hard; spoke out when others wouldn’t. His fight outside the ring would cost him his title and his public standing. It would earn him enemies on the left and the right, make him reviled, and nearly send him to jail. But Ali stood his ground. And his victory helped us get used to the America we recognize today,” the former president said in a White House statement that was published worldwide. Ali’s FBI files certainly paint a vastly different portrait of the boxer.
No, this isn’t about smoking. If it were about smoking, it would be about smoking dope, not tobacco. Either way, I got to thinking yesterday about how I’m getting older, and time is flying. I can remember so vividly, like it’s a movie on an IMAX screen, life in New York City when I was twenty years old. I called Brooklyn home then, and lived only a few floors above a small Pool Hall / Bar, and directly on top of (it seemed) the N-line. When boredom set in, it was the perfect excuse to climb the stairs to top floor of the building and quickly get through the rooftop access door hoping the quick sounding of the alarm would be just another meaningless vibration to the ears of anyone nearby. Once on the roof, I could make my way to the edge, sit down and just stair. I’d gaze at the sight before me as if it were a fantasy, a page from an encyclopedia (that’s how goddamn long ago it was – no Internet, Google or digital cameras back then) or a
snip from a movie. I’d sat there and stared like that a dozen times, yet it was still hard to believe that I was gazing upon the most beautiful, breathtaking view imaginable (to me at least). The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center stood mightily towards the rear of my view, as if they were proud parents, smiling proudly over their beautiful skyscraper children in front of them. With the hazy sky as their backdrop, the 110-story buildings were a symbol of power, strength, financial prowess and world-dominance. New York City was and still is Earth’s Capital City, and my presence there gave me a sense of pride and superiority that was as good as any high -drug-induced or otherwise. The fact that I just happened to have a small bowl of super-strength herb with me, and a pipe to smoke it in, all while New York called me one of its own was enough anticipation to literally give my stomach butterflies -not the nervous kind, but the kind that a kid might get when he’s on his way to the amuzement park with his dad!
So the minutes faded into an hour, thoughts from my past flooded my mind as I heard the voices of my parents giving me praise and instructions, I saw the smiles on the faces of my friends as I wondered where they were while I sat enjoying my wondrous view of lower Manhattan, and I saw the demons that always rode on my shoulders, both sides even, and they screamed at me and told me how I reminded them of Satan himself. I laughed until I cried, and then I laughed because I was crying. I recalled how I was always running from something, in search of comfort and peace, and then it hit me how my running, which I’d always hated and called my greatest weakness had brought me to right where I was sitting at that very moment. How could my weakness lead me to a good place? Ii wondered. I heard the lyrics to a song by Rush, “The Camera Eye,” and pondered if maybe Neil Peart might have been sitting right where I was when he wrote that song! I quickly corrected myself and thought of the many other spots, in Manhattan, that he could have been sitting at to receive the spiritual inspiration he did to write those words. He wrote:
Taken from "The Camera Eye"
Grim-faced and forbidding
Their faces closed tight
An angular mass of New Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm
Race the oncoming night
They chase through the streets of Manhattan
Pause at a light
Then flow through the streets of the city
The buildings are lost
In their limitless rise
My feet catch the pulse
And the purposeful stride
So as I sat there and enjoyed the last few minutes of my high and felt sorry for those friends of mine, and the people I’d left out west, because they would never get the chance to be where I was, right there – right then. I took one last meaningful look towards the World Trade Center and thought how mighty it was, and how I might be able to one day show this site, which meant so much to me, to the people I loved, after all, something so big and strong, like the proud parents they were, minding their skyscraper children, would surely be there when that future time came!
Imagine my surprise, when twelve or so years later, I stood in the reception area at my office in some big western city I won’t name, and watched as those big, giant, powerful towers stood burning, like witches tied to a stake. Then they fell to the earth. I recall looking at a co-worker and saying “there goes at least 30,000 people. There are 50,000 people who work in each tower, each day. That’s un-fucking-believable!”
Fast-forward another fifteen years, and I’m driving down the freeway, living in another big western city, thinking about my parents and others that had helped me become the person that I am. I wanted to say “Thank you…” right then and there, as I was in one of those reflective moods where words of love come easy and thoughts can be so meaningful, and wishes come so quickly. I don’t know how or why, but the Twin Towers came to my mind, and I remembered sitting there, on that rooftop in Brooklyn. Those goddamn towers are gone now. Blown up and toppled like they were made of feathers, I thought to myself, and I thought they’d be there long after I was gone.
So ends my dose of truth. You can take what you want out of this post, if you want to take anything at all. What I was hoping that you’d take was the fact that the strong, mighty people we look up to, such as our parents, mentors, friends and grandparents, as big and strong as they are, will fall to the earth like those two towers, and then they’ll be gone forever. Maybe we’ll get to see them again, some day; it’s nice and comforting to think like that, and it’s that very thought that holds the minds of so many people to their “religion.” The religious dogma I was taught as a child, has grown into a web of lies, and brings me nothing anymore. Maybe I’d better just quit writing and tell my loved ones that they are my loved ones.
Speaks Out…The following is taken directly, word-for-word, from a post by a person willing to share his sickening story of what happened to him as a young man in Caracas, Venezuela. It’s not really a story, but more a collection of memories. Say what you will about SRA. The FBI says it does not exist! What the fuck would you expect them to say? Hell, they are fucking direct perpetrators of it; they allow it to happen, they cover it up, they make sure the guilty are not prosecuted and that the bodies of any victims that die are never found…
What I Remember So Far – Grabbed from school:
I would be taken from my school. The director of the school would pick me up from class and leave me in one of the side play areas of the school. I would wonder why, and why there are no other kids. I’d be left there by myself until someone tall would come to get me. He will walk fast, say nothing, just come, grab me, and put me inside a big plastic bag with a zipper. This someone would be my grandfather from my mothers side…
The school closed unexpectedly in 1985 after I completed Year 7. The director took all the money and ran away leaving the school to collapse financially. I was 13 by then, and I think it all stopped then. My grandfather was around 70 by then.
This started when I was five and happened – Regularly, Systematically.
Nothing would be said. Just his look with his crystallized eyes, and a frantic smile that will show sometimes. His smell was very particular, like talcum powder mixed with a cheap perfume. His car would be very hot with no air conditioner. A few times I managed to peek out. It was a dark blue Chevy Nova, possibly a 76, with hot plastic seats, and a particular smell of grease.
Generally I couldn’t see where I was taken. A few times I could peek out. It was somewhere to the south. I remember passing through many slums-suburbs, but Caracas is made of many of them. Can’t remember much from here.
Grooming, Drugging and Prepared for Abuse
We would enter a huge building that looked like a church, with a post-modernist architecture. From the outside it could be seen that the building was made from a concrete structure with white walls. It was cold and dark inside and most of it was covered by wood and steel, and it had wooden furniture. No soft surfaces; it was all hard, sharp, cold.
Certain kids, the ones to be enjoyed on that day will be taken to a nurse station. It would look like a hospital, with white granite floor, white tiles and a strong smell of alcohol and disinfectants.
I was generally taken there. Nurses will come and inspect me. They will clean and bath me, making sure there is not the littlest spec of dirt or imperfection. They will clean my anus first with an enema, and then they will go painstakingly with an oil soaked cotton.
The place looked like a complex factory. A bunch of nurses working around the clock, grooming a bunch of kids. There would be guys that will come around every now and then and make sure it was all under control. They would grab randomly a kid and inspect the grooming pedantically, particularly the anus. They will explode in frantic rage if something wasn’t in perfect order. They would be dressed as a German Nazi soldiers. My grandfather would do this role. He was good at exploding in rage, and screaming, and whiping whoever did something wrong.
The whipping would go without stopping until the nurse would fall unconscious to the floor. I would feel guilty, because I would feel I couldn’t be clean, without excrement in my anus, so that the worker could be spared. I would go again trough the whole cleaning process.
Kids would be treated like objects. There was no human contact or interaction. The Nazi soldiers would be watching and making sure this doesn’t happen. Again, anything abnormal like a small interaction, comforting, or anything not robotic will be punished severely.
I would be dressed in white and be dispatched somewhere else in the “hospital”. In there I would be injected different substances. I think I remember my grandmother from my mother side working in this station. She looked sad and petrified, yet she carried on with the job like a lifeless machine.
The injections were very painful. Some on the arm, some on the back.
Some of the kids would be placed in a pit, shaped like an oval. It would be dark, and we couldn’t see the floor. There would be a selection of kids, the ones to be sexually abused after dinner. These were not the kids to be killed, although they would sometimes throw in dead kids to terrorize us.
I remember one of the first times in there I was walking around the pit and bumped into something. I picked it up, it was a small girl, probably aged 4. She was of dark skin and dressed in white. With curly hair, like a typical pretty little girl. She was dead, cold dead. She was strangled, it was obvious.
I looked around trying to get help but obviously didn’t get any. I just dropped her back in the floor.
This was very traumatic for me. I was so scared. The Nazi soldiers where there looking and not moving at all. The dinner guests where just looking and laughing. They were enjoying my shock and suffering. My helplessness, they were mocking my attempts to do something, to help the girl. But they were just enjoying their dinner, and the show.
They were sitting at luxurious tables and having the most luxurious attention. With dedicated waiters and chefs. The most luxurious dinner possible, with huge tables filled with the best foods money can buy. They had huge lobsters, which is very uncommon in Venezuela, but something only the rich have.
I would remember their faces. They would be many of the most important politicians and celebrities in Caracas. The ones that would appear in articles in the newspapers, nearly every day.
They would be extremely well dressed, and have the best customs and highest class communications. Very refined, and very meticulous about appearance.
We would just be like the lobsters on display for them to choose who to abuse and torture after dinner.
In the background there would be women that would be hanging on the walls. Some of them with a white robe, others naked. They would all be dark haired, none blonde. They all would look like they were 18-25 years old. They were very young and good looking. All of them would be wounded severely and bleeding. They would moan in despair, and sometimes manage to move. Some would be quiet, probably already dead. This was just part of the décor. Nobody would attend to them or even pay attention. They would all be hanged with their back to the wall, and they would look very sad. Some would look like they were asking for someone to help them, but the indifference was devastating.
We were not allowed to look at them or at anyone. If we did a Nazi soldier would spring, scream, and punish us.
Guests would retire, and the room would be empty. I would be taken into a private room and left there, waiting for the guest that had chose me, to come and abuse me.
There were many, many of them. Many times.
This part of the ritual was a relief though. It would only involve abuse, and perhaps torture, in a one on one fashion . No group praying, killing or severe torture. No ceremony.
It was horrible to wait because I didn’t know what or who to expect next.
I remember a Chinese man, dressed like an important executive. He was very violent. It was the worst. He would penetrate me and make sure it is very painful. He would hit me, place objects in me. He would scream, slap me in the head. He would expect me to understand his screaming in another language, but I wouldn’t. It was very irrational, and not logical. Other than screaming his head off every now and then, he would not talk, or communicate.
I remember an old woman. She would act as a nice grandmother would. She would talk nicely to me as she was a loving person. However she would torture me by tying leather stuff around my body and particularly in my neck as if to suffocate me. She would also force me to fondle her. She would talk nicely about it, but if I refused her things would get out of control and she would go into a rage.
There were many more people and times, I can’t remember though.
Confined Space Torture
I can remember how I would be placed in some kind of machine. Things would press my head against the floor of the machine. I would not be able to move at all. All my limbs, everything, would be pressed down by the metallic machine. I’d be left like that for hours, and with my head in a position so I can watch what they were doing.
Electric Shock Torture
I would regain some consciousness and find myself lying down with electric cables on my nipples, arms and legs. Someone dressed like a doctor would administer the electric shocks. They were painful beyond description, and I had no way to prepare for the shock. My body would jump uncontrollably with the shocks. They would chant and pray while this was done, I can’t remember what they would say. It might have been in a foreign language. I don’t think I have remembered all that went on during the electric shock sessions.
Slapped in the Head by all in the Group
I would wake up from unconsciousness. I’d be in the center of a congregation. Someone would take me from a golden object with white linen on the top. They would poor some liquid on me, and hand me over to the whole congregation. They would be chanting. I would be grabbed lying down with my head exposed and my neck bending, not being able to hold my head up. Then everyone in the congregation would slap me in the head. It was very painful and I was very drowsy. I would fall unconscious again at some stage.
Torturing a Woman to Death
They would have a woman lying down in a table and they will torture her. It was as if they were doing a surgery. They would slowly mutilate her, and cut her all over. She would scream until she would loose consciousness. It looked as if their goal was to keep her alive for as long as they could while slowly torturing her. Again it would be a young woman. It would get very messy. They wanted her to be very aware of what was going on.
Part of the procedure for me before I was sent back to the nursing station was that they would tie my legs and arms. My arms would be tied behind my back and I would be naked with a metal object pressuring my neck and chains were used to tie me. They would take me to one of the loos and put my head under the water. There would be two people doing this. One would be dressed like a Nazi soldier, the other as a priest.
I would run out of air and get extremely scared. I would sometimes have to breath in and will swallow water, feeling even more close to drowning. I would wonder if they knew what they would be doing, if they would just forget the timing, or if this time they perhaps decided to let me die. It seemed to be a long time, and as if they were waiting until I gave up all hope. Until I didn’t move anymore, and until I literally stopped breathing altogether. It felt like I stopped fighting in my mind, as if my plan to resist just failed, as I just gave up and prepared to let go and die. I was loosing consciousness. It was very painful in my lungs, and I would develop a severe migraine.
Then the soldier will pull my head out of the water and the priest would pray and speak things to me.
The priest would say many things. He would always start saying “You have no hope, there is no hope for you. You are condemned”. Then he would add more “You are just rubbish, human scum,” “You will never amount to anything,” “You will always suffer,” “You are nothing,” “You are a stupid, retarded kid,” “You will commit suicide when you are an adult”. There are more things said, but I can’t remember them all.
The procedure would repeat for a long time, possibly half an hour to a whole hour. It’s hard to predict. I would be very weak and then left to one side. The effect of the drugs they would inject early in the morning would have gone by now.
At the end I would be sat on a table with handcuffs. A guy dressed like a police man would give a speech. He would say that nobody would believe anything if I say something, that if I did the police would go after me, that they know everything about me and my family, every movement, everything that we did. He would say that they can kill anyone they want at anytime. He would say that there is no escape. They are everywhere and have control of everything and everyone in the country.
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The Above Account is Similar to Others
Pick up a book on ritual abuse, or check further on the internet, and you’ll see that this story is similar to many others. The types of torture, the Nazi and Priest clothing, the sexual abuse, the elite engaging in this type of behavior…It’s easy to say “This is a bunch of bullshit.” Remember that just because YOU would never do something like this to a child or even a fucking rat, that doesn’t mean other people won’t. Christ, the fucking Nazi scum tried to exterminate an entire ethnic group. Can you imagine killing a child like you’d step on a bug? It’s shit like this that make people like me question the nature of “God.” Sorry folks, but there is no daddy in the sky, sitting on a throne up there watching shit like this and thinking, “boy, when he gets to the other side I’ll make sure he burns in hell!” I’ll tell you what, if there is a great daddy in the sky, when I die the first thing I’ll do is kick him square in the fucking balls! Don’t get me started on religion! Just don’t! Most of my family are hard-core Christians! Well, not hard-core, but honest believers. I try not to let my beliefs out when I’m around them. I don’t want to burst their bubble, and make them think for a fucking minute. You can hope as hard as you can, you can wish as hard as you can, you can pray as hard as you can, but in the end the God I was taught about -the God who loves everyone and everything so much “we just can’t comprehend it” just doesn’t exist. I don’t take pleasure in writing that either. It’s actually very depressing to think that all those promises the bible tells us about (first, the bible tells us that doing good for the sake of a reward is bad, then they tell us about all the rewards we’ll get if we’re good! The bible tells us not to seek after riches and the like, then it tells us about the “mansions” god has made for us in heaven…Fuck! Which is it? Ah, fuck! Now I’m ready to scream.