Putin was a Waif Adopted by Chabad

Where there is that dammed son of a bitching much putrid Rat’s ass kissing smoke, theres a raging zionist red Russian non Semitic Turkmen mongrel Khazarian Fire threatening Humanity and Humanities home, the Earth!

I might not agree with Henry on everything, but the Putinister. is dirty as sin, and as sold out to the Rats as streetwalker to the first customer with some cash at dusk

The Ole Dog!

https://www.henrymakow.com/2020/04/2008-lecture-connects-rothschilds-chabad.html

It is a Fact, red Russian Expats and spawn Thereof, Non Semitic Turkmen mongrel red Russian Khazarians run America Via Tel Aviv and treasonous red Russians Born on American Soil Who Betray Her For the Cult of Rats

It is a fact red Russian Expats and spawn thereof, Non Semitic Turkmen mongrel red Russian Khazarians run America Via Tel Aviv and treasonous red Russians born on American soil who betray her for the Cult of Rats.

As The Putiniater is a red Rat who betrays White Russia for the Ratschilds Cult of pedophilic & mass murder evil, who one finds playing footsie with the evil of the Rats ever damn time one looks in his direction, and Putin runs Russia, that them means the State of Russia is involving themselves with USA elections, insuring the candidate the Rats want in, gets in the Monica Full Service office in the big white Cat House located in Sodom and Gomorrah on the Potomac.
Rats are Rats no matter which host country their temporary den is located.

Best pull your sheep’s heads out of your red Russian NON Semitic Not descended from Hebrews, Turkmen mongrel Khazarian indoctrinated asses American sheep, if you want America to survive as other than the American branch of the Rats Slave Ranch.

The Ole Dog!

The Roots Of Yankee Empire Building

The War of Northern Conquest is easier to understand if one sees the bigger picture. The war which began in 1861 was a 30 year war to steal resources and eliminate any resistance to the US government. As soon as the War against the South was concluded the US government commenced a new war in the West against the Plains Indians. In June, 1865, barely two months after the end of the Southern war, both Sherman and Sheridan were waging a war of extermination against the Indians in the West.

Eventually, John Pope, O.O. Howard, Nelson Miles, Alfred Terry, E.O.C. Ord, C.C. Augur, Edward Canby, George Armstrong Custer, Benjamin Garrison, and Winfield Scott Hancock all joined in the slaughter.

Now, as before, the army, in its Indian warfare, often wiped out entire villages. Sherman, Sheridan, Grant, and the other “Civil War luminaries” all considered Indians to be subhuman and racially inferior to whites, a belief that they used to “justify” their policy of extermination.

US troops conducted more than 1,000 attacks on Indian villages, mostly in the winter months when families would be together. Orders were given to kill everyone and everything, including dogs. A war of extermination was also waged on the American buffalo, since it was the Indians’ chief source of food.

The “Indian Wars” were actually a continuation of the policy of extermination that commenced by the Lincoln administration during the War of Northern Aggression. This type of a war of extermination or genocide was repeated hundreds of times from 1861-1890, when Sherman’s “final solution” (he coined the term, not Hitler) was finally realized with the final massacre at Wounded Knee where over 300 – mostly women and children – were murdered.

Thus the Yankee Empire was established on the North American continent and the stage was set for international expansion.

 

Who Was The Anti-Humanity Bill Gates Before Microsoft?

Well worth taking the time to listen.

Any ass hole who is excesivally wealthy in todays world, is because they are favored minions of the Ratschilds.

It is my feeling, the RothsRats are the “human face” of the evil which Humanity is allowed to see.

Rats are minions also.
To who or what is the 64 trillion fiat dollar question?

Video on their site, this just gets you there.

The Ole Dog

http://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/?p=204974

I May Be Crazy, But Crazy is Better Than Stupid!

All my life, the sheep people have called me crazy.

And to a sheep’s brain, they are right.

I ain’t no sheep.

My ancestor Julius pissed in the Rhine. when crossing a bridge he had built. to the other side so he could go kick Germanic tribesmen asses.
Marking his territory!

The line came through the Norman France countryside where an ancestor, was said to have married a beautiful mysterious lady, but noticed after a while, every time Mass was to be said, the Countess would leave the chapel.

One day he ordered his men to size her when she started to leave.
She flew out a window and. was never seen again.

The line of Warrior poet kings which resulted from this union came to be know as the Devil’s Brood!

Another of my ancestors, got angry with the Archbishop of York, and the Archbishop is recorded to have literally died of fright.

My cousin, the great-great-great— grandson. of Julius, American General George S Patton, stopped to piss in the Rhine on a bridge he had built to get to the other side to kick nazi German ass!
He was marking his territory!

Lets just say, I have never been mistaken for a sheep.
I do things which make sheep say, “he is crazy!”.

Maybe like swimming the Nueces River in flood stage one time, (unintentional).
Jumping in, swimming back across the raging flooded river, (my bed was on that side).

Or climbing the Southwest face of of a hill we called Bull Head Mountain, without ropes, or tools other than my tennis shoes and fingers.

That half way up I was scared shitless looking down at the jagged rocks, realizing I could not get back down alive, unless I finished what I started is of no consequences.

I did not allow my fear to control me.
I sucked it up, climbed the rest of the way, walked down the other side as I could have walked up.

So yeah, to a sheep, that is crazy.

Taking down two hundred feet of Barbed wire fence on cedar post at 70+ miles an hour, getting up, turning the key off in the bike, putting some dangling muscle back in the top of one arm, and start walking the mile or so to the next small town, might be considered crazy by sheep people.

Having enough scars on the sides and top of my head so I if I ever went bald, my head would look like a roadmap of Texas, might qualify me as crazy to the sheep people.

This morning I got a cup of good coffee, went on the front porch escorted by one dog and one cat, listening to the birds wake up, the day start.

Heard a car coming down the street, saw a women, in a SUV, windows rolled up tightly on a beautiful day, wearing a mask over her nose and face, in her car alone, on recycled air!

God I felt sorry for her.

If you are that afraid to die, it is evident you have never lived.

I recall when was a young buck, uncle Sugar sent me to the big Kitty litter box of the Middle East.
As I recall, the most useful my gas mask ever was, was when I used it for pillow at night inside it’s carrier.

I don’t have a mask.

I recall one night, couple of our guys were running fork lifts loading the semi tractor traitor rigs with bombs coming off of the Navy Merchant Marine ships manned by Civilians.

My truck is sitting on the pier about half loaded when the scud alert goes off.

Everyone goes ape shit!
Battle stations are being called on the ships, red lights turned on, white lights off.

I was required by orders at this stage to put on my gas mask.
I did so, walked to the head of the pier where a couple of locals who had a small store there were laughing at me because I had a mask on.

I bought a pack of cigarettes from them as the all clear sounded.

Took my mask off, walked back to my truck, looked around for the fork lift operators.
Had a long night ahead of me and need to get started on my run.

After a while the two operator showed up.
Asked em where the hell ya been!

They answered:
“One one of those ships”.

Me:
Why?

Them:
So we would be safe!

Me, Gently taking one fool under each arm, I faced them looking down the length of the pier.

Me:
What the hell do you see stacked all up and down this pier?

Them:
Bombs!

Me:
What the hell do you see on the decks of those ships?

Them:
Bombs!

Me:
What the hell do you see on my truck which is only half loaded so I can not start my run?

Them:
Bombs!

Me;
If that damn thing had of hit anywhere around here the only thing you could do if you were damn fast like a rabbit, is to put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye!

Now get my truck loaded!

I still have an ID, but it says Civilian.
Civilians don’t have to do stupid things dumb ass holes say you have to do, for reasons which are beyond their sheep brains of understanding.

When I was still in grade school, it had come to me, it was better to be a dead Lion than a live mouse.

Mexican Revolutionary General Emilio Zapata said it another way:
“I would rather die on my feet, than live on my knees!”.

Some sheep exist past the 100 year mark, and die, having never lived.

Picking a fight with a thunder storm now and then keeps one in shape.
Charging into trees may not be the best thing for you, it however teaches you the fine art of falling smartly without injuring ones self excessively.

When I was in the navy, some guys would ask me why I did not have any tattoos?

Would tell them, you get those because it makes you feel unique, no one else, anywhere in the world, looks quite like you do with your tattoos.

Then I would tell them, you have seem my scars.
You think there is anyone, anywhere else in the world, has a set of them all over the front of them, from mangled broken big toes to scarred tip top of my head?

I got my Tattoos picking fights with thunderstorms and charging into fence post and barbed wire at very fast speed.

Course, I have filled in around the original collection through the years.

Other motorcycle wreaks, car wreaks, chainsaws, fan blades, and that scar between the small and second fingers on the right hand.
He died some years back of cancer, but ole Bill as I recall, had these buck teeth.

Come on people, it is a damn respiratory illness, just like every damn year, some weak and already sick will die, like every damn year.

And that mask, wall of hoarded toilet paper, bottled water will not stop the angel of Death yanking your ass out of that cowering trembling body if it is your time!

Damn!

Live a little before you die!

The ole Dog!

Jesus the Christ Said: “Thou FOOL!”, I Reckon He Had You In Mind.

Had this evil pedophile vaccine whore trying to mount my leg again, with about the 12th or 13th sock puppet of the day.

This was on a site where ANY naughty words rates a hold which never gets taken off, their site, their right.

And the Old Dog! is a master of naughty words at times.

But this reply is something any one reads me needs to know, where I came from, what I am.

We were Southern Poor but proud!
You did not eat the government food, but I don’t ever recall going hungry before I left home.

My father knew where we came from.
Seeing in me something he recognized, he kept his baby boy as far from the seats of power as he could while he tried to prepare me with personal examples of thrift, hard work, honor, integrity, thinking for ones self.

He taught me not to take advantage of ones blood to receive special favors not available to those you live and work with.

He was the best man I ever knew to walk the face of the earth in this life.

MY Un posted Reply to Troll.

Sock Puppet: Zara Gahrabli-
“So you didn’t actually go to West Point, or any college. Well, it shows.”

MY Un posted Reply to Troll:

“Troll opens pie hole, sticks all four paws in!

“So you didn’t actually go to West Point, or any college. Well, it shows.”

And Jesus the Christ said, “Thou Fool!”.

My brother came home from Viet Nam and warned me about how the water at West Point cause the cadets brains to jell.
He warned me a brilliant military strategist such as his baby brother, had best avoid associating with such rule book regurgitating cookie cutter “officers”.

So after a valuable lesson involving not marrying white trash, and getting that legally behind me, I followed my fathers foot steps to Howard Payne University to study theology.
I found it it to be a hollow hypocritical big money business pretending to be “christian”.
I paid child support on a kid was not my blood, while going to university, $$$$$$$$, working the only job I could get get in a college town, as a mechanic at a TG & Y auto center, while taking a full load at school.

Did one semester at the local collage back home, while helping out my dad around the place.
I worked odd jobs in a poor country so I could pay child support on a kid was not mine, did not dump that on my parents.

Completely broke I went back to work full time, and the rest of my 113 or so credit hours and such were done the Old Fashioned American way.

I did not ask for grants, loans, I worked a full time job, with lots of overtime, Night school, working to make up classes missed because I was on the road with my job, many missed classes.

Did my military enlisted and proud of that.
I never screwed a man or women under me over to get ahead in the military.
They ate before I did, they showered before I did, and they got a hell of a lot more sleep than I did.

And they All knew if they got a chunk taken out of their behind for something I ordered them to do, there was going to be several out of my butt defending them before they got to my men and women.

In the civilian world, after some more experience, I started my own successful business which I ran for 5 years before retiring to mini farm life.

Back around 2006 or so I was charging $45.00 per hour for my services, turning away work, and working myself ragged to keep up with more than I should have done, but when one is the business, and one has folks with businesses in a bind!

Jesus the Christ said:
“Thou FOOL”.

I reckon he had you in mind.”

The Ole Dog!

It is What Makes This World Go Round-Percy Sledge – When a man loves a woman

In the beginning God created the Earth, and he rested.

Then God created. man, and they rested.

Then God created women, and neither God or man has ever rested since!

My wife worked with a big mouthed sister, so she has no grounds to act surprised about my past, cause she knew it all out of my sisters mouth before she let me catch her.

Probably why after I put that ring on that finger she sweetly with a smile told me if I ever tried to leave HER, she would kill my ass!

A real Viking man needs a real Viking woman.

She claims not to remember saying that now.

The Ole Dog!

Percy Sledge – When a man loves a woman

“The Duty of True Patriot is to Defend His Country From It’s Government”

A Great American, one of these Men which without his contributions there more than likely not would not have been a Non British America.

As George Washington stood outwardly showing assurance, but not at all sure he was not leading these men to their deaths, but knowing without the success of this move, there would no more of the six month old united States of America, he had read to the troops waiting to enter those boats on that cold dark Christmas Eve night, Tomas Paine’s words on summer and winter soldiers.

George, Thomas, several of my Great-Grandfather types, were winter soldiers, who stuck with George through thick and thin, and I honor all these men mentioned.

Today, looking at the shit hole the yankee atheist pretending to be “christian” have made out of America, and are currently trying to apply the Coup de Gras to the American Homeland and American Souls, are you a cowardly egg sucking, child molesting, Penney stealing, candy from a baby stealing coward who will not stand up, speak up for the Land which gave them a chance to be more than animal slaves?

Do you out of your summer soldier cowardliness sell your prodigy into perpetual slavery so you will not personally have to bare any pain or burden?

Or are you like Thomas Paine, a Winter Soldier, one who put his ass into the crosshairs of the British cannon’s Mouth by standing up for what was right, what was good, despite the personal danger he knew such actions and words brought to him?

If men like him, and the ones who climbed into those boats on that cold dark night, hearing the words of Thomas ringing in their ears, if such pilgrims of Duty and courage, if men of such conviction no longer are of good number in America, then America is not worth saving!

The Ole Dog!

Mrs. With Royalty Means the Lady is a Queen Among Real Men

As Viking Kings are Men among Real Men, such Men must have a Queen on which lean on in times of sorrow-
The hurting in the hearts of her people to help sooth when their loved one attain Valhalla by battles horror-
Mrs. with Royalty means the Lady is a Queen among Real Men –
As Real Viking Royalty can not be Common and Sin-
Like the sins of the Fake “royal” commoner lizards squatting at the Buckingham pig pin-
A Viking King’s Concubine is like a legal live in girlfriend, comprehend?

The ole Viking Dog!