Proposed WASHINGTON DC Penis Control Act

It came to my attention, several years back, WASHINGTON DC, is full of baby raping pedophiles!

Only gotten worse since then.

Now, i have heard these DC political whores, again and again, moan almost like they are having an orgasm, when trying to ban firearms, “If it saves even one child, it is worth it!”

When i was in the military, they taught me the difference between my rifle, and my gun!

This is my rifle, (Hand on rifle),
this is my gun, (Holding crotch),
This ones for fighting, (back to rifle),
and this ones for fun!-(Back to crotch).

Seems to me, the way to cut down on child rapes by DC politicians, is to take away their guns!

i propose a bill, which would require any male elected to, appointed to, a political seat or post, in Washington DC, have their penis surgically removed!

If it saves EVEN one Child from a perverted pedophile Washington DC congressman or head of an alphabet agency, it is worth it!!!!

Working on a section of the bill for female political whores.

Bit more complicated, the tongue has to go, something has to get premaritally sewn up, with a piss tube implanted, kind of like the piss tube on a fighter jet.

This one may take some consolations with a gynecologist.

Be gender discrimination if the bill did not deal with female WASHINGTON DC pedophiles, same as male WASHINGTON DC pedophiles.

John C Carleton

Israel Did 9-11 Jewish Ex-Marine SPEAKS OUT-YouTube.

When someone attacks my people, my Land, that makes them, my mortal enemies.

i have adopted a cousins words as my own!

“May God have mercy on my enemies, because i will not!”

Your people have been murdered, your children raped and used as cannon fodder in Usury wars started criminally by lies/collaboration, from the highest levels of Washington DC/USA, with Israel!

John C Carleton

US-Backed Militias Continue to Suppress Popular Uprising in Northeastern Syria-Fars News

As An American, are you more worried about Syrians living in Syria, or the invasion of criminal anti-America illegals being forced on Americans by Washington DC/USA?

John C Carleton

‘US-Backed Militias Continue to Suppress Popular Uprising in Northeastern Syria’

TEHRAN (FNA)- The US-backed Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF) stormed civilians that had demonstrated against foreign occupiers in Raqqa city on Wednesday.
The SDF gunmen opened fire at civilians in Raqqa that had demonstrated against the occupiers in Baq Rashid neighborhood.

The SDF kept fighters on alert in Baq Rashid and seized over ten civilian vehicles.

In the meantime, the Arabic-language al-Manar TV reported that three SDF militias were killed after a bomb planted by ISIL terrorists on the way of the SDF fighters went off in the village of Jadidah Baladiyah East of al-Karama in Eastern Raqqa.

A fresh wave of insecurity and tensions has covered Raqqa following the SDF measures against people and unknown attacks on them.

The London-based pro-opposition Syrian Observatory for Human Rights (SOHR) disclosed on Tuesday that the US military started developing and equipping its three operational bases in Hasaka and Aleppo provinces and was also building a new large base in regions that were under the control of SDF in Manbij.

SOHR said that the US-led coalition started developing and equipping its military airports in Northeastern Syria after it sent a large military convoy to al-Shadadi airport in Southern Hasaka.

It went on to say that the US forces also started developing Ein al-Arab (Kobani) base in Northeastern Aleppo and another base in Tal Tamar region in Northwestern Hasaka.

SOHR further disclosed that the US army was planning to build a large military base in Manbij region on the Western Bank of the Euphrates River in Northeastern Aleppo.


The War Prayer-Mark Twain

The War Prayer

by Mark Twain
It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory with stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener.
It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.
Sunday morning came — next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams — visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender!
Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation:

God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest,
Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!

Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory —
An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher’s side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal, “Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord and God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!”
The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside — which the startled minister did — and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said:
“I come from the Throne — bearing a message from Almighty God!” The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. “He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it if such be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import — that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of — except he pause and think. “God’s servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two — one uttered, and the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this — keep it in mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon your neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain on your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse on some neighbor’s crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.
“You have heard your servant’s prayer — the uttered part of it. I am commissioned by God to put into words the other part of it — that part which the pastor — and also you in your hearts — fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard the words ‘Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!’ That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory — must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!

“Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth into battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended in the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames in summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it —
For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimmage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

(After a pause.) “Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits.”

It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.

Like The Sands of Time, Through Nitwityahoo’s Ass!

So are the hell of the days of his life!

His nights too!

He fancies he can feel the breath of the beast on his back as he runs screaming away in his recurring nightmare!

He awakens, to find it is only the labored oinks of the sow in bed with him!

Damn, talking about waking from one nightmare to the other!


He slowly arose so as not to disturb the thing, which with it’s rolls of fat, looked somewhat like one of them wood eating grub worms, an alien life form!

Some times he wondered?

His shaking hand poured a glass full of his preferred poison, and took it in one gulp, refilling his glass, and chasing the first with the second.

Thinking back to his nightmare, same damn beast every time!

A human sized Lizard creature, with wings, sometimes with a goats head, sometimes a head of a Lion, sometimes the head of an Eagle, yet other times, the head of a giant snarling wolf!

Always coming for him!

He could run, crawl, hide, but it made no difference, the Lizard always found him, he would hear the flapping of these dragon like wings, and feel the heated breath of the Beast, on his back.

He slugged down his third and fourth glass full with a shaking hand!

If he was not such a coward, he would eat his pistol!

If he was Awake, the nightmare in the bedroom made his life a living hell, if he drank enough to pass out, he awoke to the nightmare of the damned winged Lizard beast with the goats head.

Go to HELL?

He was in Hell, every day, and every night!

From the bedroom came a snorting oink he recognized as the mating call of the huge sow in the bed!

What the Fk did i do to deserve this God he asked, other than murder, rape, terrorism, lies, theft, pedophilia?

The snorting oink came again, loader and more instant this time!

Get your ass in here!!!!

He swilled down numbers five and six, shook his head in disgust, and said, Fk hell!

Hell’s got nothing on this bitch!

He turned and walked into the jaws of hell!

John C Carleton