God gives Jesus Instructions on how to take care of this “Russia put Trump in the Big White Cat House”, In Sodom and Gomorrah, on the Potomac

God to Jesus the Christ.

God:
Getting real tired of having to listen to the unceasing pedophilic caterwauling from Sodom and Gomorra on the banks of the Potomac, about how the damn Russians put Trump in the cat birds seat, in the oval room where Bill the Dick, Used to get serviced by that fat girl, i forget her name, but she had a blue dress!
i remember that.

See that the guilty are punished!

Then maybe those thirty shekel whores will shut the hell up about this insanity!!

All them zionist inn DC are singing a new version to an old American song.

This time it is:
“Uncle Sugar Pedophile-Uncle Sugar Pedophile-
Don’t whip zionist pedophile treasonous to America me!!!
Shoot all them KGB Russians with AK-74’s behind every tree!

i have had it up to about six damn feet above my head with their lying, whining Babylonian worshiping asses!

RAID THE ZIONIST WHORE HOUSE IN OCCUPIED PALESTINE!

Here is my plan for Peace in the Middle East!

One on the Black Rock, One on Medina, One on Tel Aviv, and one on Jerusalem=Peace in the Middle East, and no Pedophile, Usury, International, Banker’s, World War 3

Jesus asked:
What about Putin?

God:
When you raid the damn zionist cat house, you bust the Turkmen/slavic piano player too!

Get er done!

John C Carleton

Investigative Journalist Found Dead in D.C. Hotel Room Weeks After Reporting Bill Clinton to FBI & DHS for Allegedly Raping Boy-True Pundit

If you vote, in USA Elections, you are voting for pedophiles, and people who cover for child raping degenerates.

Washington DC makes Sodom and Gomorrah look holy, pure and innocent, in comparison.

John C Carleton

Investigative Journalist Found Dead in D.C. Hotel Room Weeks After Reporting Bill Clinton to FBI & DHS for Allegedly Raping Boy

Former Wall St. Banker Suggests Global Debt May Not be Owned by Humans

Is the world economy a closed system or an open system? In other words, are the world’s financial elite conducting transactions with off-planet entities, enslaving the human race to unseen actors?

The world’s people are held in perpetual bondage to the fiat currency money masters who have saddled us with absolutely insurmountable debt obligations which are mathematically impossible to repay. At present, the CIA estimates the total global debt to be nearing $90 trillion.

“In 2013, according to the CIA’s World Factbook, the GWP totalled approximately US $87.25 trillion in terms of purchasing power parity (PPP), and around US $74.31 trillion in nominal terms.” [Source]

The gross world product, the nominal value of planetary human endeavor per year, was recently estimated at $78 trillion, meaning nearly an entire year of the productivity of every man, woman and child on planet earth, some 7.4 billion people, is owed to someone, but who exactly no one really knows for sure. How is this possible?

As nations like Greece are forced into austerity and unnecessary hardship by private banks, it is becoming ever more clear to the people of the world that debt-based currency is being used to conquer nations and enslave free people. The fiat money scheme is so absurd, so detrimental to human progress, that any sane person has to wonder why the global debt cannot just be written off with a few key strokes, allowing the world’s economy to again thrive.

In fact it can be written off, as was implied by former Federal Reserve Chairman, Alan Greenspan.

“The United States can pay any debt it has because we can always print money to do that. So there is zero probability of default.” ~Alan Greenspan

In other words, the money, ie., the debt, is meaningless, only having value if governments around the world use law and the violence of authority to enforce their citizens into payment of these fraudulent obligations, which is indeed happening the world over.

“I thought about the core tools we EHMs (economic hit men) used in my day: false economics that included distorted financial analyses, inflated projections, and rigged accounting books; secrecy, deception, threats, bribes, and extortion; false promises that we never intended to honor; and enslavement through debt and fear. These same tools are used today.” ~John Perkins, The New Confessions of an Economic Hit Man

After years of investigative research into the trillions of dollars missing from the U.S. government, former Wall Street banker and former Assistant Secretary of Housing and Federal Housing Commissioner at the United States Department of Housing and Urban Development in the first Bush Administration, Catherine Austin Fitts has come to the conclusion that global debt may very well be owned by off-planet entities who operate planet earth as a real estate investment.

“Is earth an open or closed economy? I went to business school, I worked on Wall Street for eleven years, you know I’ve been involved in the economy my whole life and the whole time I was invited to assume that earth was a closed economy. So, if we issued debt, then other humans owned that debt. If we issued stock, other humans owned that stock. But if you look at all the economic experiences I’ve had over my whole life, in government, businesses, everything else, what I will tell you is, you know, if you ask me to describe the economic model on planet earth, I would say, ‘well planet earth is a real estate investment trust because we’re paying a dividend some place every year, and I don’t know where it’s going. It’s going into that question mark, on the planetary balance sheet.” [Source]

While she admits that she herself does not have the answer to this rather serious question, the fact that each year a major portion of the world’s productivity evaporates into thin air, with no accountability whatsoever, does indeed beg this question to be asked by any serious economist. Even the government accounting agencies responsible for tracking and recording our expenditures can do nothing to answer the question. The money simply vanishes, the debt grows exponentially, and no one can explain who exactly the beneficiary is.

“Let me bring it down to some of the important questions you have to ask if you ask the question, ‘is this an open or closed economy.’ I got great statistics on who would issue debt, but for the life of me I couldn’t get great statistics on who owned it. I don’t know who owns it. I know they control. And they control through the debt because that’s how you control a company in invisible ways, by controlling through the debt. Who owns the debt? Is it humans, or is it somebody else?” ~Catherine Austin Fitts

We have a decent idea of who controls the world’s debt (the central banks, the IMF, and the private banking families), and we assume that these entities own this debt, but the cost to humanity is so great that something simply does not add up, unless the picture is broadened to include the possibility that earthlings are paying rent to other, as of yet undisclosed actors.

“Some people say that gold is the currency that will allow us to trade across planets, but for the life of me, I’ve spent many years trying to figure out what the gold inventory is on this planet, and I can’t do it. In 2011, somebody jammed the price of gold down, and then moved an unbelievable amount of inventory out of the single largest inventory in the overt economy for the GLD ETF.” ~Catherine Austin Fitts

It’s almost as if someone bought the moon, she points out, yet there is absolutely no agency on our planet that can explain astronomically huge transactions like these nor bring accountability to the billions of people who are being subjugated by a slavish debt-currency system.

So who owns our debt? It is a practical and key question, given the impact the carrying of such tremendous amounts of debt has on the human condition, and how easy it could be to free ourselves and future generations from such unreasonable, criminal bondage by simply adjusting a few digits on a computer screen. The fact that this option is not on the table in any discussion at any level is itself telling.

Lucas Dare

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!”
G.S.P

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.

Source:

http://en.farsnews.com/newstext.aspx?nn=13970524000500

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.