There is this little CIA Zionist Pedophile Promoting outlet called TRUTHDIG. Drilling beneath the surface of the headlines! Expert Reporting, they claim!
Wandered in there few years back, just make comments on the current propaganda piece, talk with Friends about it, point out the Zionist hypocrisy. Every single day, the Zionist Hazbara and CIA trolls came out to cheerlead whatever Zioninist propaganda Truthdig, through their house brand thirty shekel Zionist prostitutes, were pumping out presently. These little short, very unattractive creatures which live under the bridge over the preverbal creek, waiting to attack Billy Goat Gruff, and anyone who dares call BS on Truthdig’s brand of BS.
I believe the Zionist brain rot virus has jumped from the Human herd to the goat herd!
Have a nanny goat. She likes to have sex, she likes to eat, and thats all. When the results of having sex caught up with her, she dropped the baby on the ground in a cold puddle of water, walked over to a dry place, and never gave the baby another thought. Not a bit of maternal instinct, just wants what she wants, no matter who pays.
Think we might be facing an epidemic of Zionism jumping into the brains the animals that surround us. Have a Boxer dog. I think she has become infected with the zionist virus. She come dragging up a dead stinking rooster. I would be trying to drink my coffee, so i would walk away from where she was with the smell of death and rot. Oh no!. She would grab the stinking thing, bring it where i had moved, so i could enjoy the smell of rot and death with her.
This is like zionist. They want to do anything they want, whenever they want, without paying for their actions. They also are not happy if you give them an area where they can be alone with the smell of rot and death. They INSIST, nay they demand that you say they are normal, and you personally love the smell of rot and death!
I will keep an eye on this and report back. I am afraid the Zionist brain virus will jump to my turkeys and they will start raping, murdering and eating my baby chickens!
John C Carleton
Article 3, Section 3, clause 1 of the US Constitution specifies that the giving of aid and comfort to the enemy is an element in the crime of Treason. Treason is a death penalty crime.
Aid and Comfort: To render assistance or council. Any act that deliberately strengthens or tends to strengthen enemies of the United States, or that weakens or tends to weaken the power of the United States to resist and attack such enemies is characterized as aid and comfort.
On June 8, 1967, Israeli air and naval forces attacked America’s most advanced spy ship, the U.S.S. Liberty, killing 34 of its crew and wounding 174. Fifty years on, thanks to the complicity of the mainstream media, the cover up ordered by President Johnson is still in place.
Gary North is absolutely correct on this:
Defenders of tariffs basically do not understand economics. They really are economic ignoramuses. They do not understand economic cause-and-effect. They do not understand the fact that consumers are being hurt by the tariffs. They call for these discriminatory taxes, and they do it in the name of liberty. They do it in the name of fairness. Yet discriminatory taxation is inherently unfair…
Unless you want to stand strong alongside John Maynard Keynes, I suggest that you abandon the idea that tariffs are a benefit to the United States or any other country, and that they really do protect most Americans. Tariffs protect inefficient Americans who do not produce goods that meet the demands of American consumers. This is why these people call on the federal government to protect them — not against foreign exporters, but rather against Americans who want to do business with foreign exporters. They find it politically advantageous to blame foreign exporters, and they find it advantageous to remain silent about stealing from their fellow Americans who would like to purchase goods from foreign exporters.
North’s entire analysis is worth reading: here.
He stands his post as best he can
This young boy forced to become a man
The last word he had from home had been bad
His aged parents failing health had made him sad
His young wife should have their first in June
He closes his eyes remembering how she looked neath the Southern moon
There has been no pay for quite some time
Not even one thin dime
Not much to buy and the money don’t buy much anyway
Why that is he can not say
He worries for his wife and parents back home
Yet he stands here all alone
Hunger gnaws at his insides till he gives a groan
He tries hard to not to be vocal with his moan
Dysentery steals the strength from him
Causes his eyesight to grow dim
Damp cold works past the many patches on his uniform chilling him through and through
Yet he bows his head and prays for the safety of his loved ones, it is all he can do
But he stands his post as best he can
Because he would give his very life for this Southern Land
The Ole Dog!
Dedicated to all the thousands of Confederate Heroes who fought, and the thousands who died, defending their Country, and their moral Southern way of life, their families, homes, from an invading enemy who raped, robbed, and murdered innocent Southern Civilians by the thousands.
A few months back, took a grandson to stand in reverence by some graves of Confederate Soldiers. I explained to him that these men did not want war. They were farmers, small business men. Store keepers, blacksmiths, doctors, ministers, ranchers. They did not go to war. War came to them and violated the peace, their families, their States, and their Country. They simply, as good men should always do, lay down their plows and picked up their arms, kissed their loved ones goodbye, and went to try to stop the evil of the Zionist invasion. They stood shoulder to shoulder, starving, worrying about if the damn zionist yankees had raped all their children, wives, mothers, grandmothers, cows, pigs, dogs, chickens, killed them all. Burned their homes, barns, pig pins, out houses, churches, courthouses, convents, hospitals, theological seminaries. They tied rags around their worn out shoes, and marched in the snow, digging defenses and manning them. They them fought and died against a much better fed, clothed, armed, superior numerally enemy. Continue reading