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‘The door closed and we heard some grunting and what sounded like furniture being thrown around. I distinctly heard Senator Kerry pleading: ‘No Benjamin, no: for the love of God!’ — and ‘Please, no – it wasn’t me, it was those damned Russians!’  That’s when I heard what sounded like the senator being struck. There was a howl of pain, or anguish or something, and then another punch or slap.  The last thing I heard before two burly Israeli security guards pulled me away from the door was Netanyahu screaming – and I mean, screaming: ‘What  do you think we pay you for John?!’

Five minutes later Senator Kerry emerged with his face bruised and a little bloodied. He seemed to be missing buttons from his shirt and it looked like his tie had been kind of snipped-off just below the knot. That’s what I heard and that’s what I saw. Oh yeah, and I think he’d been crying’.


Senator John Kerry described his meeting as ‘very instructive’.


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Joe Biden sighs and looks away, muttering: ‘there must be something more …. I dunno… something we should be doing?’ —- Meanwhile Lenny Klein (the Whitehouse Photographer)snaps another of his trademark ‘Man of Decision’ photographs.
Note that President Obama has this time opted for the casual, shirtsleeves diplomacy-image, as witnessed by him placing a foot upon the walnut desk whilst faking a conversation with the speaking clock.
The poiny finger across the crotch intimates that President Obama is the alpha male here; directing the conversation which basically consists of him saying inane phrases like:
‘Get me all that intel on the build-up and movement of all hydro-plane weaponry’… and, ‘Have the secret agents wire it via satellite to our safe-receivers in Iron Mountain —- we’ll see what the boys in High Intel Ops make of the chatter’ —- and, ‘See if we can get some ears on the ground via the circus in Turkey-Stan’—
As he utters these phrases for the camera, meanwhile the voice on the other end intones:
‘At the third stroke it will be three thiry four and fifty seconds – [beep, beep, beep}’—–

In the background is a famous photo of a bombed minarette in Aleppo, Syria (presented To Joe Biden, in June 2013 by the Israeli foreign minister);
The photo bears the inscription:’The plan is ready for fruition, let us pray the bitter fruit takes root, lots of love, Avi )


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The ‘Jericho’ missile system in action. Each missile is said to bear the legend: ‘we’re the victims’.

An Israeli spokesman yesterday revealed the real reason their ‘much trumpeted’ new ballistic missile has been given the name, Jericho:


‘We first tried surrounding the borders of Iran and blowing trumpets to trigger an earthquake, but that didn’t work, so we commanded our soldiers to blow harder, and longer. Many passed out and turned blue with the effort, but still there was no earthquake, unfortunately. So we named the missile in honour of that doomed effort. The brave soldiers who blew those trumpets – many of whom ruptured their windpipes doing so – have since been honoured and feted; in fact they are now fondly referred to (in official circles) as the Brass Section of God.


Israeli soldiers – exhausted and demoralised after marathon trumpet-session failed to trigger earthquake.


He continued: ‘-But sometimes you have to go beyond the Biblical. So we figured, if we just had nuclear weapons – which we don’t, then why not create a missile capable of carrying a nuclear payload, which we don’t possess. That way we could just blow the bastards to dust; – Assuming we had a nuclear capability to do so. (Which we don’t)


Yet more anti-semitic propaganda.


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As weather forecasters are predicting another long hot, dry summer due to Global Warming Climate Change, riot police have expressed concerns that they could be facing their own version of the infamous hosepipe ban. 


– These scenes of light-hearted bank holiday crowd-control may soon be a thing of the past.

The gay abandon with which Turkish police recently blasted water at protestors in Istanbul may soon be curtailed due to water shortages.

‘As things stand, everyone has a damned good time’, commented Prime Minsiter Erdogan yesterday, at a hastily-convened and thankfully air-conditioned press conference: ‘-The police love firing them. and for many of the protestors, well, it gives them a bit of a chance to cool-off – it’s like the ultimate water-park really in that regard, especially on a hot, clammy day’.  But in light of weather predictions of drought-like conditions ahead, he sounded an ominous warning bell: ‘I do worry that if they can’t use the water-cannons, the redundant vehicles will have to be utilised in other ways’.

‘I’m afraid frustrations may simply boil over and deprived of their anxiety-relieving water-sports, frustrated police officers may simply plough through the protestors with their redundant vehicles. rather like they did on Saturday, but on a much bigger scale.’

He did offer one light-hearted alternative to the impending water-shortage however:

‘Our friends in Israel use piss and sewage to soak the Palestinians, and to my knowledge there’s no shortage of that in Turkey’ he chuckled. 



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Horrific clips of a machete weilding maniac calmly explaining his reasons for hacking a soldier to death.

But there’s something amiss here.

Did the news ADD blood???

Here we go, clip 1: BLOODY HANDS EVERYONE!


Now let’s see it (not on a news report) – Oh crikey, NO BLOODY HANDS!


—Oh yeah, and did he just say ‘OUR troops’???????


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Now then, now then, I’m a pedo-bogeyman,

Now then, now then, I’m gone, so you can’t touch me

I’m a dead distraction from the pedo-politicians

And (as it happens) the policeman, who never tried to stop me.

—So how’s about that then guys an’ girls? —– (bizarre yodel, to fade)


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By Brian Keene


She was a 12 year old girl who defiantly spoke out against the brutal occupation of her land. In October 2012 she was callously shot in the back by an Israeli soldier.  Flown to England for emergency medical treatment, her life was saved in a procedure that lasted over 12 hours.  Yesterday, brave Aminah Bata started school at The Bromwich Academy.   

Brian, as you well know, the story was and is about an Afghanistani girl shot by the Taliban.  The guidelines that you received clearly states the lives of Palestinian children do not matter.  Indeed Afghan children killed by coalition forces do not matter.  What’s more, injured children who fall under either of these categories would NEVER be flown to England for medical treatment under ANY circumstances, you know as well as I do that they are classified as ‘the enemy’. I am also in receipt of a supposedly satirical memo which was recently circulated around the newsroom, the authorship of which has been attributed to you.  In this ‘memo’ you insinuate that dead Palestinian kids are never named and touching epitaphs are never written on their behalf: Duh, yeah!  You also called into question my membership of The British Israelite Association – from which I can only surmise you are an anti-Semite.

p.s. you’re fired. Clear out your desk. 

Yours, the Editor.


THE DEATH REVERSAL CORPORATION (excerpt) January 6, 2013

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I know that they’ve retrieved high-profile people before. Apparently the technology – albeit in a crude form, has been around since the mid 1960’s – in fact there is a persistent rumour that the very first Celebrity retrieval was none other than Paul McCartney back in ’67.
Seems the Conspiracy-theorists were right about the car-crash – except he wasn’t replaced by a doppelganger – rather, the Tavistock Institute who had developed the first chair, in collusion with some shadowy State Agency somehow managed to send a Shaman successfully over to retrieve him.
The mission was a great success by all accounts. The Fab Four were reunited and everything was fine with Macca – barring a few technical blips, which would manifest years later in aberrations such as The Frog Chorus and Silly Love Songs….
That first Retriever has since become the stuff of legend, an almost mythical figure within the DRC. Problem was, he went and died a year later, in 1968. And despite their best efforts, Tavistock never found a capable replacement. After sitting empty decade after decade, eventually DRC (The De Reiss Corporation – later nick-named The Death Retrieval Corporation by recruits) acquired the chair in1995, or thereabouts. They spent a good fifteen years scouring the earth for potential retrievers – Psychics mainly, but also Shamans – at least those they could locate in the last few pockets left on earth that had not been cleared by the rampant Bulldozers of Civilisation. Yet all were either unwilling or unable to retrieve souls.
And it seemed the fate of Tavistock would be revisited upon DRC, until…they found me.

*The Death Reversal Corporation and it’s sequel: Limousines of The Gods will be published soon*


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‘A double minded man is unstable in all his ways’

So here we are, in the days and weeks that follow the failed apocalypse.
Are we? —And was it?

December 21st 2012, the media now gleefully tells us, was yet another in a long-line of doomsday-events that failed to materialise.
The irony being, of course, it was no such thing. The Mayans never predicted doomsday; the Hopi’s never did, nor the Hindu’s, nor David Icke, nor——well, you get the picture. -It was of course the media themselves who spun it thus.
But yet again, they fail to see, let alone report upon the bigger story, and the bigger story contains the greatest irony of all: for it is they who will finally face their own self-created version of armaggedeon; it is they who will no doubt feel the force of the passing of the age that has for so long defined them, that has fed and inflated their ego’s: And it is their very ego’s that shall be their ultimate undoing, making them blind to the fact that The Age of Materialism is slipping over the horizon like the closing scene to a Hannah Barbara cartoon——–‘That’s all folks!’

But this is on the macro-scale, what about on a day-to-day micro-level?–

Well, personally I can obviously only talk from my own experience and standpoint. But from where I’m standing at the moment I am seeing signs of an ongoing unfolding total meltdown amongst, well – just about everyone who remains resolutely wedded to their own ego. And I’m talking catastrophc, reactor-3 scale meltdowns. Just about everyone that I know who could be described as ego-centric (whether by nature or design) seems to be in the midst of an existential (i.e. soul-less) meltdown. And these meltdown incidences have all occured in the run-up to, or in the wake of this most portentious of Winter Solstice’s. Coincidence?

It brings to mind the quote from The Gospel of Thomas:

If you bring forth that which you have within you, it will save you.
If you do not, it will destroy you.

It is sad to say but it surely cannot be coincidence that those who have buried their souls beneath a blizzard of material goods and designer-definers- the same people who have always steadfastly refused to turn inward as opposed to outward for salvation – are precisely the ones right now lashing out, going mad, having mid-life-crises and ultimately seeking salvation within ego-self-gratification – which they resolutley fail to recognise is the very source of the misery they now feel.

So it seems to me – from my admittedly unscientific and unquantifiable viewpoint – that the Mayans (and the Hindu’s and the Hopi’s etc) were spot on when they pinpointed this time as signalling the end of the disconnected, destructive, materialistic, war-like age. And of course, the disconnected, destructive, materialistic, war-like media are singularly ill-placed to report on their own imminent demise. Hence their projection of the end-of-the-world. So whilst the smug wits on panel-shows poke fun at the handful of sheep who fled to the mountains of France and bunkers in Utah—-many of us have noted the ultimate irony: it is contained within the dread-word itself: Apocalypse – the true definition of which is unveiling, or unmasking – or as Wikipedia puts it:

apocalypse (Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψις apocálypsis, from ἀπό and καλύπτω meaning ‘un-covering’), translated literally from Greek, is a disclosure of knowledge, hidden from humanity in an era dominated by falsehood and misconception, i.e., a lifting of the veil or revelation

Blimey! No wonder they altered that definition.

And this unmasking (or lifting of the veil) is precisely what we’re seeing now, before our very eyes. And it signifies, for those who seek only control and self-satisfaction, the greatest doomsday scenario of all – if they could but see it – for it whispers of their own demise:
We are witnessing a true bonfire of the vanities; a worldwide ego-meltdown; an end to ‘bending nature to our will'; a stop to the endless wars of occupation and plunder; an end to the fork-tongued leaders and their media-mouthieces; the end of Orwellian double-speak where Hate is Love and Freedom means War, an end to the hectoring cheerleaders for a Tyrannical God as well as the stout defenders of a purely Mechanical Universe; an end to self-indulgent triviality over a deeply-felt oneness with the land and all the inhabitants of the land —- an end to all this.

So, when all is said and done – I have to say: okay then, bring it on. Bring on the Apocalypse – and let the masks fall where they will.

Lots of love, and Happy New Era everyone – and as Rumi said:

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field.
I will meet you there.


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'Hello Georgie - fancy a game of 'cards'?

‘Hello Georgie – fancy a game of ‘cards’?

For those who have placed their faith in the machine – these are trying times.
The narrative is fracturing and splintering: the world seems unfathomable and random, brutal and bafflingly just plain wrong – and it is wrong of course, but for these people it is best not to question why it is wrong, best not to even attempt to lay the blame at the door of those whose task it is to supposedly serve us, to govern our affairs.
And weirdly, these same people who bemoan the state of the world do not wish to seek answers as to why exactly everything seems to be so consistently falling apart.

Quite simply, the people who resolutely trust in -and thus enable- the machine, well, they are being traumatised – and ironically, they still keep looking to their positioned leaders to guide their emotions – despite the fact that their leaders are quite obviously emotionless self-serving beings. Witness Obama’s amazing tearless crying in response to the latest (possibly programmed) massacre:

Not a dry eye in the house: well, apart from President Obama’s resolutely dry-eyes obviously; for this is what the ‘believers’ refuse to see – that the men and women of power can only ape the basic human emotions of empathy. It plays well with the public; it helps their political standing, and that is the bottom-line. -Nothing else.

But the real questions that should be asked of this terrible shooting are not asked. Once again, the narrative is fixed, and not one so-called journalist in the Western World can be bothered to ask what anti-psychotic meds these ‘lone-gunmen’ are all on; none can be bothered to even track down their therapists (who at the very least have evidently done a pretty shitty job of helping these troubled kids); so god forbid we even go down the route of Mind-controlled assassins – that’s la-la land, the province of loopy conspiracy-theorists – best to stick with the cliché-ridden ‘official reports’ that ask no questions, that provide no answers – best to trust to television reporters who descend en masse like a parasitical swarm upon the scenes of tragedy, and who, to a man and woman offer the same lazy platitudes in their own feeble approximations of human empathy.

Don’t ask questions.

And if these questions go unasked, then what hope is there?
And why are the deaths of some children so readily termed ‘tragedies’ and yet the deaths of other children simply ignored?
As Voltaire so famously said: ‘those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities’ -well, maybe we, ourselves don’t personally commit atrocities, but we certainly condone them when we unthinkingly support the murderous regimes who govern us – for as many have pointed out, why are no tears shed for the brown-skinned children who are systematically torn apart by remotely-guided drone rockets in impoverished lands? It seems that State-sanctioned acts of terror are acceptable – regrettable yes, but necessary –to those who don’t question at least.

Finally, with all the talk of mass-shootings and violent video-games, I was reminded of a piece of grotesque television that was broadcast a few years back. It was presented by the eternally-pleased with himself mind-magician, Derren Brown. In this clip he quite merrily traumatises a young man by sending him into a trance via an arcade game, and getting him to shoot so-called real-life ‘zombies’: A perfect illustration of how to create a mind-controlled assassin? —


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