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Some mighty thick sounds coming from the Jesus-on-a-stick boy. I have plans for you proctology-boy. Got any crows around your filthy tribulated shit-hole? Because you would scare them crows real good after you have been stuffed with pig-litter and your lips sewn up with twine. Nailed up on a cross Jesus-creep. How would you like that? That is as close to your freaky Jesus you will ever get you pig-fondling anal wart. I deal with you holy-boys all the time. I get you swamp girls calling for Jesus something fierce. You could say that I kinda help a lot of parasites find God.

You ain't up to terrorizing any Landlord. I rent property to skin-flint cheap bastards like you, and I jack 'em 'round real good when they's behind in their rent.

Ain't nothin funner than jack'n a tennant 'round who you own 'cause he's in debt to you. It's like havin my own personal n*g*e*s at my beck and call who serve me so long as I want them to. When I tire of these dead-beat n*g*e*s, we just turn 'em out in the middle of the night. Then we wait.

And we wait, and wait, and wait, and wait for sometimes 5 years. Until one of 'em returns think'n they's gonna git their revenge on us. Now, unlike you Jewish Tenant, I ain't so dumb as to tell ya what we's wait'n for. That's for a genious like yerself to cipher on.

There is no lower form of life.

This falls within the category of "all's fair in love and war" and make no mistake, this IS a war.
Another great idea is to drive all the real estate agents out of town. They are all "fair game" as I see it.
Of course, you could drastically reduce immigration, but the plutocratic NWO mafia will never allow that.
So, just work harder, longer, cheaper, and travel enormous distances to your soon to be outsourced and "rationalized" job.

The bowl of spaghetti moves when it is being eaten.

They'll get the same support the people of Burma got. Nil. Remember, Burma was front page news for a few days but then something important happened. Maybe Britney flashed her pussy or something...
Tibet hasn't a hope. Especially since China owns the yanks.

Only one thing that stinks worse than a landlord, and that is a sneaky, synagogue-sucking, penny-pinching Jew landlord. These sneaky Jew bastards are mostly fake Jews - cannot trace their ancestry to anywhere remotely near the fake land of Israel. If there are any real Jews, they are very good at hiding themselves. BTW, a few of the women in Israel are real angels, and darlings, you are too good for that crap outfit.

How strange to find a CCP mouthpiece commenting on the Tibetan uprising in Lhasa. I believe Tibetan people have the right to fight for the justice. There will be no takers for this story. I am with the Tibetan people. The time has come to stand up!!!!!

Parents say the Adass Israel Girls' School in Elsternwick paid for its principal, Malka Leifer, to return to Israel after sexual molestation allegations emerged against her last week. She left Melbourne 24 hours after being investigated and sacked by the school's board.

Australia has an extradition treaty with Israel, but Israel does not extradite its citizens.

The Adass community is a small, ultra-orthodox and reclusive group of about 150 families based in Elsternwick and Ripponlea. The school monitors its own curriculum, down to morals and dress code.

goodness, or else

Burn a priest, rabbi or mullah NOW!

http://www.theage.com.au/text/articles/2008/03/13/1205126111234.html

Outlaw "religion", save humanity!


and , highlighting the utter insanity of these lunatics



"'Nuff said! Religion is a pox!

Hi doc, I got heads. You might be interested. I got a lot of hints on how to do this stuff from your mates Gein and Dahmer. I pickle real good, you could say. What do you like? I have real estate agents, some real sweeties. Some real fat landlords. I did a couple of tastefully posed property developers. I am planning to go for full bodies soon. I could pose them real cute, but I need some tips from you on how best to do that. I got some live brains Doc - how about that?

Gentle Tenant, let me introduce myself. No doubt you have heard of Benway Recreational Psychiatry(TM) in your travels. I am that Doctor Benway. I must say, you are a very impressive specimen. Please feel free to drop in for a quick consultation. I am sure we can come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement. I need not tell you that there is much that needs doing. It always a pleasure to meet another professional in the same line of work, if you know what I mean [;-)]

That will be in your dreams you hillbilly arse egg. It will be awful hard for a Jesus-squeezing lady like you to do anything much after being dragged through miles of your scrub-country underneath a pickup truck, after having your gut cavity filled with dirt from a pig-pen and stitched up real nice with a bag needle and twine. Your head might be left behind on a stick for sentimental reasons - so your boyfriend can still have something to tongue-kiss.

Be patient pig-waste. I'm coming, you bag of inbred pet food. It will be over so quick pig-boy that you will never know what hit you. But only when I'm good and ready, arse-face. I've got bigger fish to fry, and greener pastures to hunt in. Why don't you go and grease yourself up a nice fat pig, and give your poor dog a break? You scrub-bunnies could get together for a bit of daughter raping, or brother raping.

Are you sure you're on the right page Ricky?

PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! PAY YOUR RENT YOU DEADBEAT! Or I'll come a pounding at your door at 2:00 a.m. in the morning....With my "silent" partners waiting somewhere 'round at your back door.

Only a dumb trailor-trash low life like you'd think that marryin yer sister is anything less than blessed by the Devil himself!

Now, marrying a cousin ain't no nevermind. Nothing wrong at all with that. It keeps the families 'round here real tight; keeps out rif-raf, darkies, atheists, chinks, and all sorts of devil-loving people.

We like to think of it as "prevetative extermination" of lesser species. So's we don't have to go wasting our hard earned money for good ammo, chasing you moon-bat coon-lovers out of God's Country.

Fact is, it don't mean no nevermind to me. If'n you's rentin land or cottage from me, PAY YOUR RENT, or I'll throw you off my land my self. And, if'n you turn about and step foot over my property line, I'll blow it clean off with my machinegun.

And, there ain't a damn thang you's gonna do about it neither.

Tibet is Chinese!

Fluck you you sirry idiot Dali Lamba!

Sorry but this piece is really lame.

Those loony Buddhists are no different to Al Qaeda. Both are delusional religous nutters.

Give me dilectic materialism anytime.

You go get 'em, you noble sons of Buddha. Don't you go getting confused. This time it is the Chinese devils that get the petrol. If you guys need tips on how to deal with a filthy swarm of land-grabbing landlords, just ask. Send those dog-eating devils back to Hell.

You are mouthpiece of China, mother f u c k ing C h i n a

Yes, in the terrible apocalyptic future world of Gentle Tenant, there will be nothing but war.

Loony Les, try to contact the Liberal Party website for some more useful tips. Although the steam-powered Mac might let you down.

Drill a hole in your skull. Actually make it a rectangular shape, say the size of a female USB port. Then plug a USB connector in it and the other end into a Mac. You will get a response from the computer. I know cause I have tried it.

All the clues were there - non-core John is the Jesus/Messiah demon returned from the dead (remember John's Lazarus comments). All that is required to save (once again) the subhuman locust hordes is to nail (yet again) the new John/Jesus/Messiah to some sticks. You may need to nail up some of his thieving buddies as well.

What about electricity in the brain. Surely it can effect something.

Hey Watcher! You sure your text is not part of "The Impossible Dream" from Man of La Mancha?
It might be worth fitting to the music for a good laugh.

What are you going to eat first you hillbilly loon? Your worm-riddled dog, or your arse-rot girl? I bet she is your sister, or at least your first cousin. You pig-people don't trust anyone outside immediate, inbred kin. You should donate your mind to science, because you are just one big drooling, mumbling sociology study just waiting to happen. Isn't that right you pig-probing Jesus-creep?

WHAT IS SUPERSTITION?

To believe in spite of evidence or without evidence.

To account for one mystery by another.

To believe that the world is governed by chance or caprice.

To disregard the true relation between cause and effect.

To put thought, intention and design back of nature.

To believe that mind created and controls matter.

To believe in force apart from substance, or in substance
apart from force.

To believe in miracles, spells and charms, in dreams and
prophecies.

To believe in the supernatural.

The foundation of superstition is ignorance, the
superstructure is faith and the dome is a vain hope. Superstition
is the child of ignorance and the mother of misery.

Gentle cement appartment Tenant, what are you prepared for?

Nothin! That's what. You're all held up inside your cement box in a cement jungle. No guns. No knives. No land. No food reserves. No generator. No bunker. Nothin.

That's what you have - nothin. And that's what yer prepared for - nothin. A sittin duck is what you is. Beggin off of your guberment to send out the sheriff to come and sooth you after yer young'ns and wife are butcherdd. They's gonna promise you the moon - this and that 'bout catch'n bad boys who done harmed you.

Face it, cement dweller, you ain't ready for nothin. You ain't gittin my land, my guns, my food, my generator, my girl nor my dawg.

I have heard all this God talking, and Jesus-on-a-stick saving-my-worthless-arse type crap before. Don't you think we can see through this shit hillbilly-boy? Unlike you God-bothering ladies some of us are prepared for what is actually developing, while you freaks that nature forgot are busy giving yourselves enemas with the latest Jesus-Your-Little-Arse-Buddy device made in China.

Well after a night in the vineyard Asterix stuck an Obelix up his arse and that, unfortunately, is where it ends.

Yes Ricky, you have a inimitable style of your own.

And the LORD repented of the evil which he thought to do unto his people.

Asterix and Obelix. They had a lot of fun for Gauls.

Lutetia was a place that Asterix and Obelix went to once.

Your a cunt

But we will be come judgement day and the good and the great are raised from the dead to live in God's green heaven.

Actually after a bottle of Tullymore sometimes I feel like a zombie... Dougal! Dougal! Get me another glass...

I have read John Howard speeches with fewer lies than this.
Hang on a bit - I haven't. I got confused by the "participate in morbid outbursts" bit.

That is not any language that I know pig-boy. Maybe it is pig-people talk, but decent folk know the difference between YOUR and YOU'RE.
Soon you will mix-up THEIR, THERE and THEY'RE. Isn't that right, pig-boy? Try SITE and SIGHT next. Clean up your act pig-boy. Your Jesus-on-a-stick demon will not help you.

All hail the holy teapot in the sky! May it brew for eternity. Amen (and ahhh-women!) And, did Jesus REALLY give his loony disciples easter eggs?

Until the world acts on 60 years of Iraeli terrorism therre will be no peace in the Middle East... Zionism is little more than a form of fascism!

You will be begging for Christ's forgiveness. And, you will remember RICARDOVITZ. You will remember your heathen ways and your blasphamy of the Lord. HE will remember your wickedness, and will look into your heart upon your death.

Yep. Your gonna remember me wicked boys and girls. Like a hot cross seared onto your forehead, you will remember what I've said to you.

There be them as says that on dark Easter nights, when the moon be very low, that be seen this horrible apparition springing over the graves of the dead. It be a terrible man-rabbit creature they say, and it lays poison "prosperity" eggs for the trusting Rudd people to pick up. It be the Easter Howard. Striking terror everywhere it goes.