More on that common street trash, Michael Chertoff.

I recall recently seeing a clip of video that I think was on MSNBC. The clip was fifteen or twenty years old and showed Michael Chertoff and Rudy Giuliani during a news conference in New York.

While Giuliani spoke, all Chertoff could do was shift his beady little eyes around.

Why do (some) Jews flit their eyes about as if looking for some unseen threat?

It's because they have a guilty conscience. They're forever wondering if people are on to them.

Well I'm on to you. You and your satanic ways are found out.

Get back in your hole where you belong and wail about how "everyone hates us and we don't know why."

Totalitarian forms of government are the preferred Sabbatean business model. They despise God and they despise right-thinking Jews for worshipping God. That's why they killed their "lesser brethren" in Nazi Germany.

USG LLC has been taken over by Sabbatean "Jews". (Which is a bit of a misnomer because, by definition, Jews do not worship Satan.)

...Wolves in sheep's clothing...

It's not a necklace around your neck. It's a chain.

The Department of Homeland Security has been investigating for weeks whether airport screeners were tipped off in advance about upcoming security checks. Now NBC News is reporting that those tipoffs may have come from high officials in the department.

Rep. Bennie Thompson (D-MS), chairman of the House Homeland Security Committee, recently revealed an email sent by a senior official at the Transportation Security Administration giving screeners all over the country very specific details about what sorts of suspicious clues the undercover testers would expect them to notice -- such as ID's with photos that did not match the people using them and boarding passes with altered dates.

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The purpose of the airport "security" is not to detect bombs or to otherwise make you safe. It is to regiment your behavior and to train you to act like slaves.

The reason why the procedures do not reliably detect security threats is because they are not designed to do that. They are designed for something else.

If a man gives me a gift of a strange-looking device with a lens and a tripod and an antenna sticking out of it, and tells me that it is a new kind of steak cooker, and that you cook the steak by draping it over the top of the device so that the scant heat from it will cook the steak, but if it never seems to cook the steak very well, I may safely assume that:

1. It's the worst-designed newfangled steak cooker in the world, or
2. It's been designed for something else.

In this case, the "steak cooker" is actually a wireless video camera that the man has tricked me into accepting into my home. It's designed not for cooking steak, but for spying on me.

The airport "security" measures are not designed to protect you. They are designed to make you act like East Germans during the Cold War.

So when the "security" measures fail to detect "security threats" (which is no surprise, since they are not designed for that,) DHS officials will notify airport screeners of the methods by which they may more successfully detect "security threats" during the pop inspections.

DHS officials are trying to make their spy camera look more like a steak cooker.

Wake up, my little Dream Children. You are being enslaved.

Moreover, Michael Chertoff is not the selfless defender of the people he claims to be; he is a common criminal. His job is to place the chain around your neck on behalf of his penny-shining masters.

And he's convinced you that the chain is a stunning five-point Diamelle(R) necklace.

...And you sure look pretty...

We're still casting for my movie.

I want Brian Dubie in it. Brian Dubie is the Lieutenant Governor of the State of Vermont.

Brian Dubie never actually did anything bad. I have used him as what is known as a "comedic foil." He got used as the embodiment of the State of Vermont.

Because it is the responsible comedian's duty to make good by all those who deserve it, he gets to have a cameo appearance in my movie in a scene where he gets the best of me somehow. Such a thing re-establishes harmony. It equalizes things. It makes everyone friends again.

We're still casting for Alberto Gonzales and Michael Mukasey.

I'm contemplating a scene where some people in a coffee shop discuss Michael Mukasey and Joseph Lieberman and the merits of the public discourse topic of Talmudic Law.

I'm guessing the whole child sex part of that system of law is not going to play well among that coffee shop set.

Come up on stage.

What should be done about the rising numbers of uninsured veterans?

You go from neighborhood to neighborhood and assess a special tax of all the retards with faded "Support the Troops" magnets on their cars.

You knock on the door and read from your prepared script:

"Turn off the TV, moron. Time to pay up. You're supporting the troops now, don't you know."

The Radio Thing Again

As a consequence of the inability of the firefighters' antiquated radios to receive police broadcasts, firefighters in the North Tower never received an alert from an NYPD helicopter that the building was in danger of collapse, and remained in place while police officers evacuated. The building's collapse killed 121 firefighters.

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Don't forget: No steel-framed building had ever before collapsed from fire. Therefore, no one in any helicopter would have had reason to believe that the building would collapse. Someone in a helicopter would have had equal reason to believe that Space Monkeys would dance and Sunflowers would sprout from the building. The faulty-radio thing is a useful cover for the real reason the fire fighters were not warned: They were part of the larger human sacrifice that day.

So the fire department's radios didn't interoperate with the police department's. Big deal. You're telling me that there was no one on the ground with a fire department radio who could have sent the warning?

It doesn't matter if you believe in Satan, because plenty do. ...And they have entire texts to guide their behavior...

Rudy and Child Rape

Back in 1984, Giuliani was U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York. During that time, allegations began to surface about physical and sexual abuse perpetrated on children at the day care center at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. The allegations were addressed by West Point officials in a significant manner after a 3 year old girl was seen by a military physician for a lacerated vagina. With two of the alleged abusers being civilian workers at the day care, the matter was turned over to the FBI to investigate, and Giuliani was in charge of the case. After Giuliani failed to indict any one for the abuse, some of the parents filed a civil suit and were eventually awarded $2.7 million from the government in 1991.

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There are high-level, organized crime, child-sex rings that harvest their playthings at government facilities like Alberto Gonzales' Ye Olde Boy Pussy Sex Farm (Texas Youth Authority) and at this day care center at the U.S. Military Academy.

Again, cases sometimes do not get prosecuted because the targets may "roll over" on higher-ups. Giuliani declined to indict anyone because it would have led to big, big, big, big names.

Giuliani works for child rapists.

Within Talmudic Law you will find provisions by which a man may have sex with a child and not be considered unclean.

Giuliani has a close association with followers of that Talmudic text.

Giuliani was covering up for Orthodox Jews with a taste for child sex.

Time to wake up, my little Dream Children.

Smoking gun testimony, demolition detonations reported by top brass in official statement

The rank of this witness is:
CAPTAIN KARIN DESHORE OF BATTALION 46

CAPTAIN KARIN DESHORE QUOTE :

“SOMEWHERE AROUND THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD TRADE CENTER, THERE WAS THIS ORANGE AND RED FLASH COMING OUT.

“INITIALLY IT WAS JUST ONE FLASH. THEN THIS FLASH JUST KEPT POPPING ALL THE WAY AROUND THE BUILDING AND THAT BUILDING HAD STARTED TO EXPLODE. THE POPPING SOUND, AND WITH EACH POPPING SOUND IT WAS INITIALLY AN ORANGE AND THEN RED FLASH CAME OUT OF THE BUILDING AND THEN IT WOULD JUST GO ALL AROUND THE BUILDING ON BOTH SIDES AS FAR AS I COULD SEE.

“THESE POPPING SOUNDS AND THE EXPLOSIONS WERE GETTING BIGGER, GOING BOTH UP AND DOWN AND THEN ALL AROUND THE BUILDING. I WENT INSIDE AND TOLD EVERYBODY THAT THE OTHER BUILDING OR THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION OCCURRING UP THERE AND SAID THINK WE HAVE ANOTHER MAJOR EXPLOSION. I DONT KNOW IF WE ARE ALL GOING TO BE SAFE HERE.”

The second building was being demolished.

The complete interview will be published on RINF shortly

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I don't know the provenance of this report and I cannot independently verify it, but I trust the stuff at Prison Planet infinitely more than the garbage on TV or in the "news"papers. And this squares with the fact that the "planes flew into the buildings and then they blowed up and fell right down" thesis doesn't, um, comport with the laws of, you know, physics and stuff.

"Take some Paxil if you believe that the coin I pulled out of your ear didn't actually come out of your ear! ...Got your nose!..."

Leave the thinking to me, my little Dream Children.

I'll be back to my feel-good, jocular self when I'm done with my Bipolar Bender.

In the meantime, you will sit there, shut your faces, and patiently wait until I am done.

Since I pay the bills around here, I call the tune.

Ultimately, it comes down to a matter of trust.

I do not trust my audience. Therefore, I will not share myself with you.

This relationship is terminated.

Just found out:

The house is now in foreclosure.

I may pursue something else that does include parasitic audiences.

Comedy was way easier and, ultimately, more boring than I thought.

Please shit yourselves.

It looks like we'll be having some script issues at My Ho Network.

...Among other places.

I feel protective toward My Ho Network and I don't wish to see any misfortune befall them.

It is my honor to contribute in whatever small way I can to their stable of thoughtfully written shows.

So in case there is any writer's strike, feel free to use this script. This is the opening scene for a new show.

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SCENE: A kitchen in a lower-middle class home. Kitchen table with Mother, Father, and Other Woman seated. Teenage daughter walks in. She is full-term pregnant. Again.

Father: [Does double take.] "Are you pregnant?! How did this happen to MY daughter?!"

Daughter: "By being around when your boyfriend finishes off his eighteen-pack of Bud Light, that's how. [Audience laughs.] Any more questions on biology?"

Father: "Yeah: Whose is it? I bet it was one of those coons you hang out with." [Gasps from the studio audience and from all seated at the table.]

Mother: "Honey! I can't believe you just said that! ...Just last week you were still calling them niggers... I guess that court-mandated sensitivity training did you some good. [She pats his hand and they all smile.]

Other Woman: "Or is it the Raunchy Ricans? ...At least they'll hang around your WIC apartment so they can sell drugs out of the place. ...Then all you have to do is whistle to get some of that uncut Rican dick and a beatdown. [Shocked glances from all.] What?... Even upper class women like me have our needs... [She massages her crotch through her dirty house dress. Hoots and hollers from the studio audience.]

Mother: "Oh, Margie... Is there anything worse than a dirty old whore like you?"

[Teenage son walks in. Obviously gay. Wearing little hotpants and a muscle shirt.]

Father: [Slaps his hand to his forehead.] "A dirty LITTLE whore, that's what! [Audience laughs.] The Virgin Mary would cry... My son the fag!"

Sister: "Hey, Brian... Nice clothes... Are you still studying for the seminary? Or should I say...SEMEN-ary?" [Audience laughs.]

Son: "For your information, you over-stuffed mattress, I'm going steady with someone. ...The same guy has been slipping it to me for a month now."

Mother: "Brian! ...You're so responsible now. ...My son is all growed up. ...So who's the special someone?"

Son: "Everybody, I'd like you to meet Sol Finklestein." [In walks Sol.]

Father: "Well that's a good Irish name..." [Audience laughs.]

Sol: "It's a pleasure to be invited into your home. ...Where do you keep the silver?" [Audience laughs. Sol looks around and sees the sister.] Is someone pregnant?..."

Mother: "She sure is... Do you like babies, Sol?"

Sol: "Sure do! To eat!"

[Everyone busts out laughing and clap each other on the back and resign themselves to enjoying their shitty lives together. At least they have each other...]

Until I get my debit card working...

...I will post text-based stuff here.

I moved away from CIAogol's Blogger in the first place because "someone" had removed one of my 9-11 posts. We'll see if they can behave any better this time 'round.

But I needed somewhere to write; I was afraid that I would forget if too much time elapsed.

So keep an eye on ckpi.blogspot.com and ckpi.typepad.com.

Thanks for having me, Beautiful Ones.

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