After getting flagged for some content from 2017 that, it had been deemed, presented suicide in an unflattering light, and having another post removed for glorifying murder or drug usage, maybe both -since the two walk hand in hand- I'm back, with the attitude that; Jews can do no wrong!
The struggle of the human race is: Jews vs. the whole rest of the world -finally some clarity- and I know which side my bread is buttered on...
Jews are superior.
Itzak Perlman plays virtuoso violin. Ben Shapiro is basically right about everything.
The day after the October 7th, 2023 attack, Ben Shapiro's usual podcast deviated from its norm by presenting him, playing "Ave Maria," on the violin.
Not an easy instrument to play, the violin. It separates the musical from the rest of the world.
The message was clear: this is the culture that had "Ben" attacked. The China shop that the bulls got into.
Jews are a shining example of how, in the words of Stevie Nicks, in the song "Dreams" "Thunder only happens when it's raining."
Stevie was talking about how the best sex, represented by the "thunder" of flesh hitting flesh; only happens when it's "raining."
When everything is a sunny day, and the world is nice, there are too many other distractions to get off on. Some people find that, when there is strife and adversity, that clears the way for some righteous rutting (to use a British term...)
So, yeah. The Jews had seen enough rain and resolved themselves to outperform, fueled by the chips on their respective shoulders, and now they run "the world." They had the motivation.
Myself, as a middle class, surrounded by Tucker Carlson types, guy, just never had the drive to "excel" on the physical plane.
John Cougar Mellencamp once said that he rose to the top, only to find that there wasn't anything there...
And the Jews might eventually come to the same realization; but this will only be after their certain climb to the top; as if they're not already there. And, God bless them.
They might have one of those "gain the world, but lose your soul" realizations to deal with and caution their children about; but in the meantime: "never again" will they not rule the world...
But, I'm about to get a new phone and start using my God-given talents to ascend in this digital age. Ascend to where I have found a community of real people that I can surround myself with (if I get a bunch of monitors and station them in a circle around me) and that is going to be my way forward.
I now understand the lies told to people, and why it's a good idea that they are told.
Benjamin Netanyahu should be declared king of the world; until such a time when anyone better emerges. This is how it is. I'm happy to be right near the top in the superiority pecking order -not bad to be only under the Jews, but above the rest.
Anyways, it's good to be able to blog again, and I (wink wink) now know what to do, and I submit in full.
Israel is vital to the future of America. Israel is a cherished ally. We all need to look the other way on a whole slew of issues; let daddy run the family. Israel shares the same values that I do; in terms of democracy and all that.
The Bug Trap
I made a trap out of a cat treat cannister.
I was allowing a few palmetto bugs to live in my apartment, and was even putting out a little food for them, close to the closet that they had decided to make their home..
I thought they were intelligent. Every once in a while one of them, usually a big one, would actually come out from under the closet door and walk towards me, as if trying to communicate...
But then, they seemed to take advantage of my hospitality, and started to multiply.
I constructed a trap, using a cat treat canister with a few cat treat in it, which I would set on the floor of the very closet that I was not spraying with Raid -I don't believe in chemical warfare.
They got fucking out of hand. I feared an October 7th style invasion where, by sheer numbers they would overpower me, and take me hostage. They wouldn't rape me; or if they did, there would be no video evidence of it, despite the little spy cams that I've positioned in my apartment....
They got to be a problem, but I decided not to unleash a whole can of Raid on them -what kind of sick person does that? No, I put a few cat treats in the canister, and set it on the floor of the closet.
15 minutes later, I quickly opened the closet door, and just as quickly slammed the lid over the top of the canister, and, to my mild shock (mild, because it was tempered by my having seen some much more horrendous things, like the October 7th attack) there was about a quarter of a canister of writhing, disgusting palmetto bugs in the thing.
I started deporting them.
Every 15 minutes, or so, I would dump , over by the (Catholic) church outside, a lot of palmetto bugs. People say that, if you see one, there are a thousand nearby, out of sight; and I believe those people, despite them probably being pretty ignorant on most other subjects...
I repeated this process until I was only getting a half dozen or so bugs after leaving the thing in there for a half hour.
There would be one or two big ones, along with several tiny ones. The big ones would stand over the little ones, as if trying to protect them, after I had slammed the lid.
This led me to think that it might have been a family of palmetto bugs, and that they stuck together this way...
This kind of endeared them to me a bit, but I still went and dumped them out by the church. I was deporting entire families but, hey, at least they were able to remain together, I thought....
So, now I might have only about 6 palmetto bugs in my whole apartment...
These are the smartest, most leery and suspicious of strange canisters, ones. I respect them for that...
Just the fact that these remaining ones don't run from me when I encounter them around the place, leads me to pick them up, and offer them the finest food I have on hand. I then let them go on their way. This is something that all palmetto bugs could learn from...or be "genocide-ed."
I wound up deporting about 1,400 bugs, I would estimate...
They were acting like filthy roaches; and I just don't want that culture in my apartment.

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