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All you have to do is ask for His forgiveness....


Otherwise, YOU CAN BURN LIKE NAPAM IN SATAN'S CHINK-FILLED JUNGLE OF HELLLLLLL!!!!!!

Captain, I do believe you are ready to be a disciple of my new religion. With suitable training, you could be a high priest in no time at all.

Ricky, I do believe that your demon-cult religion is now defunct, but I would be happy to have you make contributions to my new, streamlined religion. It is based on a burning, holy stick that was extracted from the butts of the true gods of mount Olympus. Give up your toy guns and worship holy fire!
All contributions:- The reverend Dr. Chato, the New Faith Church of The Eternal Burning Stick of Holy fire C/- Xenoxnews, Sheet Crick, Ostrichlia, 666

I reckon you'd like to do that, Tenant. But, I do believe that yer Aussie Guberment has banned nails, as they can be used to make deadly suicide vests; and hammers - as they can be used to bludgeon someone to death.

Also, I reckon that yer Atheiests have banned all of the wooden crosses.

Here I sit a wait'n fer you, across all that thar water in the Brave New World, Tenant. I got guns, knives, switchblades, huntin knives, stockpiles of ammo, hammers, nails, dern near everythang a man could ever want!

And, what do you have, Tenant - nothin! not even a patch of dirt to call yer own.

I'm thinkin 'bout evictin a bunch of tenants from some run-down appartment buildings I have over in n*g*e*town Knowl and turnin it back into farm land. I reckon I could grow a heap of corn and run a still out back to make alchyfuel. I don't need to waste my nights shaken down corn to get money out of em, like I have to do to good fer nothin tenants.

WE all know the "cathlic church" is just another child-abusing religious cult, possibly the biggest and most powerful of them all. But his man seems a bit confused as to which brand of superstitious gibberish he belongs to.

Much time on their hands. Is this what y'all do when yer smokin Meth, guzzling speed, huffin glue and injectin glycol?

Good hard work is all you folks need to cure yer ills, gripes, and complaints. I never heard a hard workin slave complain about nothin. Ain't no time to complain, and it takes up good sleepin time.

The Satanic Church of Rome let that famous British sneak Tony Blair into its hideous ranks. That should tell us something.

Its the gramma police!

Cop this - "Wait till your dead." Try this next time, "Wait till you're dead."
Jesus H. Christ! Lose and loose, your and you're, there, their and they're, led and lead, effect and affect, site and sight.
There is so much more of this confusion out there. Where are the schools and teachers?

No, no! "do as your told" is wrong.
"do as you're told" is correct. No wonder you're attracted to death...

What have i been praying to all these years?


pressed his eyes to the opening...slid shut the little perforated hatch...

Hitler's birthday. No doubt the "Suckhole of Steel" will salute his memory, as will all the Thatcherites and neocons.

Poofs are deaf

All you land stealing, empire building, landlord scum take note of what your God said to you lot:-
Leviticus 25:23: "The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine; for you are strangers and sojourners with me." You twisted perverts may also remember:- "Thou shalt not steal."

'round here. George Bush has done a mighty fine job on some things, like killen Ayrabs. He an't done euough killin Chinks - and you done shot the dummy square 'tween the eyes on that one, Jane.

You an Aussie Jane? If so, how 'bout showin us all Americans over here yer picture. Ain't never seen no Aussie white woman - only Aussie jungle bunnies. I found some pictures of Aussie Jungle bunnies and put them up - damn fastenatin! Just wonderin if Aussie white women get all gizzied up with face-paint and titty-squishers like Yankees do, or if y'all look more like the refined Southern women of Dixie.

Now, Jane - see that thar's the problem with folks like you and yer little boy. Y'all live in a gun-banning, big-brother, Nanny-State. Y'all don't know the difference 'tween a $2 Chink-toy and the real thing.

That thar is a genuine AC556 mounted in a SCAR-CQB folding stock. Its what you call a "select fire" assault rifle. That's 'cause you can select from full-auto fire; semi-auto fire; or tri-burst (three shots with one trigger pull)

And, it be fully accessorized! In one picture it's sporting a 30 round stick mag. In the other picture it's wearin a 100 round betamag. And, a red-dot sight on top (now, that thar is made in China, all other parts made in the U.S. of A.)

Jane, you'd know these things if you lived in a land where you were responsible for yerself, rather than bein a ward of the nanny-state. It's a cryin shame that yer boy's gonna grow up being a nanny-state, tit-sucklin sissy that don't never get the opportunity to shoot a real gun. Shoot, he gonna be just like you, Jane, not knowin the difference 'tween a genuine man-killin assault rifle and a Chink-toy.

Eu tenho casa em Cascais. Eu gosto a praia e mulhers na praia ;)

Love 'em. Just love 'em. Oh the big banging they do makes me head spins. Yes they do. Spitting out the firey bits puts the cold on me tits. Nipple erect and big banging guns. Gosh darn I think me genitals are now erect a bits...

My five-year-old has a $2 made-in-China plastic replica that looks more realistic that that!

Bye bye Mess American Lie! George W Bush has pulled the plug on America, imagining all the while that he was consolidating U.S. power. Wrong! Staring unwanted unjustified wars, he turned a record U.S. budget surplus into a record deficit and the PRC has been buying the debt. China is waiting. Learn Mandarin, people! Learn it NOW!

You sure are a degraded puppy, mud-freak, but don't go getting ideas about being a landlord, because that would be dangerously funny. It takes more than hillbilly inbreeding to be the type of turd that becomes a landlord. The crappy wasteland that your kind slithers around in has been abandoned by all except the lowest parasites and unfortunate know-nothing pigs. You would have to kidnap some tenants if you want to play landlords and tenants. Don't take it personal, but I got better fish to gut without having to stuff you with pig-waste.

You din't answer my questin correctly, Tenant.

Well, that's 'cause yer a tenant. Tenants ain't' got nothin 'cause they ain't got brains to reckon on how to get something.

Now, for yer answer, Tenant (Yer about as fun to kick around as a smart-aleck puppy dawg.) Landlords have Keys, Tenant. We don't need no "knock knock knock". We don't need no steel toed boots to kick down our own doors. We don't need nothin but a key, a dark night, some guns (just in case), rope and plastic garbage bags.

See, Tenant, us Landlords git together, drink a few mint julips, and then grabb us a bag and help out each other. We just unlock the door, walk right on in, and then the one with the bag, "bag's 'em", and the one with the stun gun "zaps 'em". Once they's out cold, we evict the tenants - throw them in the back of a pickup and, usually the Hauler brothers haul them out of town. We don't rightly know where them Hauler brothers takes them. We just know that they ain't commin back, and our land is available again for rent.

In the old days, the true-breeding, hard-working tenant people were trusting, so when the mutant landlords came on the scene the tenants were not prepared for their twisted tricks. But now, many generations of inbreeding have further degenerated the landlord breed, and hardship and clean-living has made the tenants even more true-breeding, stronger and more clever. The war will be short and savage, and after it is over, there will be no landlords or their tribulated, demon-cursed spawn - no matter how much valuable land they stole.

Radiation is what must have caused you hill-creatures to fail to breed true. What do you do with the extra heads on your tribulated spawn - cut them off? Sometimes the damage is down deeper where decent folk can't see it. Best to burn those degraded things to fine ash. Can't be too careful when dealing with demonic transgenic DNA. You poor things can't be blamed really, but just like transgenic landlords, until every last one of you have gone, we cannot be relaxed and comfortable.

We don't do no ass-suckin, or such like that. Ain't no money in ass-suckin. Ass-suckin ain't gonna git me more childs to work the fields and tend the stock. Homosexuals need to stay in the that big city "Sydney" of yers. I hear they's got plenty of folks who pay good money for ass-suckin and such. Ain't no sense on homosexuals commin to Dixie where we are just hard workin simple folks.

Tenants don't do the knock'n. Landlords do. Why would a tenant need to knock on doors? That's a landlord's privilage.

'cept I ain't real curteous like you, Tenant. I don't "knock knock knock". Why give fair warning? That's for gimps and Tenants. Nosiree.

Want to kow what I do, Tenant, when they don't pay their rent to me? I'll give you a hint - it don't ding up my steel toed black leather boots much, Tenant. Now guess.

Parasite landlords or fascists. No real difference as I see it. If they can prove they aren't landlords when the Tenant comes knocking, they have nothing to worry about.

I like to nail you Jesus-bothering ladies up on crossed sticks. It seems only proper. But if you want I'll tape your head to your toy and leave it standing in the mud, tall and proud as a pig-sticking mud-boy could want. Don't expect me to hoist your headless body up on sticks though. That is too hideous for me. Your pigs or kin will just have to eat it. Would your tribulated kinfolk cook it first, or just eat it raw like the pigs do?

You mountain people may not be ready for our little John. He sucks arse so hard that the suckee often experiences head cave-in. At the very least the eyes get sucked back into the head, and sometimes get sucked right out of the arse.

Having so embarrassingly lost the government, the prime ministership AND his own electoral seat, where else could Mr Howard go but into the arms of the bloody-fisted Americon robber barons and hypocritical, self-righteous god-bothereres.

to stay at up here on Duncan Bald. We can sit 'round and chit-chat 'bout polyticks while I supervise him plow'n the field and planting my corn, 'maters, taters, and greens.

He might be a little old for them Hauler brothers, but if he can drive a tractor and pick maters, I gotta place fer him. Seems like the Tenant is a little shy of us folks. I reckon John might even preach himself a good sermon on sunday! The women-folk get all hot and horney after a good preach'n to. And, that's good fer me and good fer producin new labor to take care of business up here.

Poor old bastard. If only filthy Johnny would wind up on the streets. Singing to Jesus, and trying to still sell his arse for a meal, since his soul was hocked long ago.

because jesus blood never failed me...and this i know...

It shore would be nice to go out with a BIG BANG by the grace of God, knowing that there ain't nothin left 'round here fer me to miss out on anyway.

What do they say Les? Can you get me some reliable Lotto numbers? We might not have much time before the really big one gets here...

My brain is hit by cosmic particles all day. And they talk to me.

Boy pigs is it Ricky? Can't even face female pigs? Get some courage Ricky, and face your true and degraded nature. They ARE pretty, aren't they Ricky? Look at those plump pink boy porkers Ricky, and try to tell me that you don't feel an urge to just kiss a pretty piglet right on its stinking arse. Let down your hair Ricky (if you have any) and tie some gay bows in it. Call your deformed and inbred neighbours around for a gay hooting and hollering pig poking party. Later we can talk about when you first raped your brutal, boy-buggering father.

Sorry to dissapoint - I just don't find men (or boys) perty. Ain't no simpler way to put it, I reckon.

I reckon I don't find your Maxine all that perty - but just 'bout any woman looks mighty perty with her panties down 'round her ankles laying cross my lap getting her butt smacked.

When you consider the awful likelihood that many Earth-destroying objects are practically undetectable, yet are on a timetable to hit the planet sooner or later, the odds of human "civilization" surviving is looking worse than we might have thought.

forget that lefty hag Maxine; give me old bulging eyes Bishop! (Julie that is not that harpy Bronwyn!)

I'd make those eyes bulge, and then some!

Desp trev

Come out of the closet Ricardovitz. Who do you think you're fooling with all this macho-boy talk?

Ricky, I believe the tape and a sharp blade could do the job. The main thing is to avoid being caught naked, "dancing" with the pigs in the dark. The Tenant sounds like the type of weirdo who goes around with night-vision gear and stun-darts. If I were you, I would turn the outdoor lights on, and to Hell with what the local retards would see through their hillbilly telescopes. Save your marbles for your favourite pig.

O Lord, Tenant, I'm gonna have to start call'n you "Danger Boy". Got sort of a super-hero sound to it. Daaaanger Boy!

Anywhooo, back to my fantacy about spanking old Maxine. She has that special look 'bout her that is just cryin out fer a good 'ole country spankin. I bet that Femacommie don't even wear no drawers. Pull them man-britches of hers down 'round her knees, and I'll have her pray'n to the Lord Jesus in no time and love'n every miniute of it.

Stun Batons in Ausbanaland.

All you got, Tenant, is Cheap Chinese tape? Ever see what happens to a man when stun with a 2,000,000 volt stun baton? It don't kill 'em. It just knocks him out in convulsions shakin on the ground a thawed gerbil in a Homosexual anus.

Let's me get some good licks in with my steel-toed boots. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tenant Lollipop? I done counted 'bout 5 - that's what it takes.

Hey, Tenant, I reckon I aught to let you in on a little secret. You know them little dime-store throw-away cameras with flashes in 'em? Only cost 'bout $10 and they make a mighty fine stun gun! Lord, yes they do - take it apart and touch them two contacts to the light bulb to yer chest, Tenant. Makes for a fun evening with yer drink'in buddies. Shore does.

Anywhoo, I don't fart 'round with no camera stun-guns. I got me one that plugs into the wall socket - ain't no sense in having all them volts if'n you ain't got a few amps to throw behind it. Know what I mean, Tenant?

Father Ted, you and your sky-pilot mates will never get a penny out of me. No use calling for your exorcist buddies either. You cross-waving filth are just as bad as landlord scum.

But it is time for you to die. I detect the taint of landlord in your drivel.

No way, bog-boy. You and I both know that you and your tribulated kin go for pig-fondling followed by a bit of father-raping. If the filthy acts can be done in the pig-filth - so much the better. You hillbillies have got tiny little cherries for dicks. Stay away from me white-trash, I've got very dangerous ways around your kind.

Cheap Chinese three inch wide sticky tape. Around their filthy rent-thieving heads and around their dribbling, stupid, land-grabbing cakeholes. Bludging, genetically-defected, tribulated landlords can try to scream all they want when you slice their testicles into a bucket for stray animal feed. That Chinese sticky tape holds it all in - real good.