Like any healthy metrosexual male queen, I often struggle with body image and find myself spending hours in front of the mirror wondering if my ass looks big. Of course, we all know it’s a perfectly natural, undoubtably common habit so I want to reach out to all the other transhumans to put their mind at ease. It’s really not that big, honestly! In fact, when put into full context it might even look small. Luckily the leaders of compassion and human social evolution (oh and also of immigration bait & switch, predatory banking, pornography, and mental illness) who’ve suffered so much more than you (unless you too are a lampshade) can teach you a thing or two about your ass – which as we know, is the most important part of the transhuman anatomy. I mean even if we evolve beyond the need for defecation as part of the digestive process, we’ll obviously still hold onto it and our assholes as the best part of progress in transhuman existence. It’s the most pressing moral issue of all the ages!
Speaking of the ages, I remember a wonderful ‘professor’ (they deserve our deference!) letting us all know how important ‘his people’ are and making lectures out of so-called ‘salvage anthropology’. I’m so glad that professor helped me understand how much more important his people are than other humans, albeit in a cagey manner (probably on rolling advice from his lawyers/relatives), and brought the evidently uber sophisticated concept of salvage anthropology to my impressionable young mind. I want to honour him by contributing to human evolution in my own small tiny goy way, by documenting the wonders of canardian tribal woes (of the past of course) in the spirit of ‘salvage anthropology’…Because I wouldn’t want some of the realities of canarda to be forgotten and never forgetting, as we all know…is the most important thing ever anywhere. Far be it from me to be antisocial by questioning that axiom born of universal love.
So for example, in a crazy time from the past that can’t possibly still exist, did you know that people could get behind supposed anti-racism and champion ‘diversity’ while being completely okay with having all of their organs of information and opinion-formation exclusively controlled by white goos? I’m so glad we evolved beyond that thanks to…why thanks to those very same white goos I guess, since when you’re being thankful its always important to be most thankful to the goos, haha! How ironic! Thanks egalitarians/non-egalitarian human rights equality advocates/greatest victims/marxists/capitalists/international bankers/coal miners/peoples/race/not a gooish state/okay, you got me, IS a gooish state/socialist ‘friend’-overlords who definitely DO NOT run hollywood, until it’s too hard to pretend so now you do. Thanks for helping us become a more inclusive rainbow society because that media thing was crazy right? I mean how could people who were supposedly concerned about a lack of diversity in media have simultaneously been happy that it’s oppressive uniformity had been replaced with another ethno-religious tribal uniformity? I guess it was the most inclusive possible outcome because the perennially wealthy politicking bank running jews have suffered more than anyone else. In fact, as we’ve now come to understand from their non-control of the media, they’ve suffered more than anyone else ever will, so that’s pretty solid! That’s why the answer obviously cannot be that their claimed political and moral positions are nothing more than the products of accumulated pernicious tribal conditioning, even if some of it is sophisticated enough to work on say, lawyers and professors, which would be scary right?!
Okay, maybe there is something wrong. Yes, the fact that the organized goos & goos’ representatives have been caught lying so many times and still manage to herd most of the world’s population around is, ‘challenging’. It’s so difficult for a psychologically normal person to understand that it almost seems like it isn’t really true. Still, a lingering voice within keeps wondering. I mean hey, asking questions isn’t a crime right?! However, when we think about what they’ve had to admit to after being caught time and again, things get, thankfully, less confusing but sadly, more concerning. Perhaps the only silver lining is that ultimately, the jews probably make you look good…well, maybe just your ass.
So lets go over some of what’s now public information. Jews run hollywood. Are you getting upset? Perhaps deeply afraid to the point that the only way you can manage the fear is by getting enraged at someone for saying jews run hollywood? Once upon a time when people failed to live up to what are fairly universal idealized aspirations, a priest would help them repent in private sincerity and then might tell them to remember what those ideals are and why they have them, by reciting ten ‘hail Mary’s. These days, thanks to our moral evolution as ‘progressives’, people are conditioned to publicly confess their deeply seated fears in frothing insincerity, about noticing something fundamentally important and more real than the rest of what streams though their captured mind. The moral stumble causing the fear can only be rectified by summoning all their energies to attack any dark magician who tricked them into seeing the unseeable. The sin of having come into contact with an evil ‘antisemitic’ spell that might contaminate them with the most serious and morally reprehensible of psychotic pathologies, potentially leading to a very particular kind of banned dissent, has to be expiated with all available resources by condemning the evil as publicly, as loudly, and as uncompromisingly as possible. Your soul and life projects generally, will then be evaluated for sufficiency by our jewish victim-overlord-‘friends’. So when you read that jews run hollywood I understand that you might be get anxious or worked up, perhaps feeling the need to compose an aloof, well-written insult about the hateful and pathetic irrationality of those who utter that phrase, while stifling your inner turmoil so as to better enjoy your postures among the winning (and therefore right) crowd. But I say let it out, don’t be embarrassed if like the majority of the human population – especially those who went to university – you find that you need to shriek “ANTISEMITE!!! ANTISEMITE!!!” at full blast to calm yourself down. I’m here to tell you that you can not only forgive yourself but even celebrate the fact that you were never even a distant spectator of such a heinous thoughtcrime as you feared because as it turns out, jews run hollywood.
That’s right, jews run hollywood and you can rest assured that it’s true because they’ve helped us all, as they so often do, by telling us that they run hollywood. It’s more than a bit confusing so rest assured that you’re not alone if you don’t quite understand. The confusion results from preying on emotions more than on cognition so you can dare to let yourself see past the glass wall of conditioning without any fear of challenging the flattery the conditioning is in part based on : it’s got very little to do with intellect. Here’s how this strange dimensional shift took place (I believe some of the chosen ones running psyops on youtube would call it ‘the mandela effect’) : if you’re an adult you always knew that jews don’t ‘run’ anything because that’s crazy, stupid, and evil…up to until about ten years ago when they now do ran hollywood so it’s not crazy anymore. I say “they now do ran” because only now that we’ve slipped into a different dimension of sorts do they run hollywood and only in this new dimension do we now know that they always ran hollywood…just as the crazy pathetic retards had said, as a form of evil terrorism, in the other dimension you are no longer in (for now at any rate).
Obviously what happened was that the jews always ran hollywood – even if they initially shared it with the odd goy – but it wasn’t in their interest to have that acknowledged among the goyim, so it never was. It wasn’t in their interest because no one likes monopolies, especially if they aren’t publicly regulated and especially if they revolve around one exclusionary collective to the detriment of everybody else and even more especially if that exclusionary collective is based on race, ethnicity or religion AAANND even more especially if it’s based on all three AAAND even more more especially if the exclusionary collective relies on the pretension of being the biggest victims among us all as the cornerstone to their power. So they made sure it wasn’t acknowledged, something relatively easy for them to achieve because as it happens, in addition to running hollywood, they also run the rest of the mass media. Since most people rely on mass media to construct their vision of the world, most people never thought to examine the possibility that jews run hollywood, especially after watching hollywood productions that intentionally continue to embed incorrect beliefs about the old wasp networks supposedly running things. Now, it must just be a convenient coincidence but luckily for them, the jews were also strangely in on the ground floor of any trend, institution or club that might make the unforgivable mistake of noticing reality. They’ve been in on the ground floor of ‘anti-establishment’ subcultures, universities across the board in all departments, think tanks/political organizations across the spectrum, ‘lodges’, and eventually even the hollywood-propagated racist white country clubs. All that luck and coincidence was going pretty well for the jews who we knew didn’t run hollywood because they told us so in their hollywood productions, until the convergence of the global internet with the September 11 twin tower attack. The timing wasn’t quite perfect but for freemasonic reasons that was how it had to happen, resulting in a tiny miscalculation despite their general hegemony. They came together to quietly relegate myspace to insignificance in favour of their facebook. Slowly but surely they took over wikipedo, gradually inserting themselves together in secrecy building up carefully populated networks of diseased autistic cyberbuzzards to ‘progressively’ make changes to the entries as though they were following rules. They even built up those networks to help each other become the so-called wikepedo administrators, handing each other all sorts of ridiculous powers not only to the wikipedo ‘rules’ (if they even qualify as rules) but eventually to actually comprise those making them (badly) and ‘resolving’ disputes (again, badly). But they had to give a little freedom in order to eventually take in back and more. Some of that initial internet freedom coincided with the newer, bigger pearl harbor, the Sept. 11 event that shocked many wasp insiders. Some of it also coincided with presumably less cohesion among their global chess pieces than they expected, due to their greed and the small cracks of wasp disillusionment with the ‘friendly’ jews. This meant that during the past 15 years large groups powerful wasps, perhaps for the first time in decades, had the opportunity to interactively exchange information and ideas on a global scale without it being exclusively policed by jews. This opportunity all took place within a historically unique window of rapid change in which jews were doubted by some of the most brainwashed of insiders and in which Putin’s Russia had an interest in helping perpetuate that opportunity.
Eventually some people (who qualify as ‘real’ people in this goodeo-assonic world, not just ethiopians and other sub-goys) started sharing dangerous but strangely compelling thoughts among themselves, that is to say, among the only people in the developed world who have any power that might possibly challenge the amazingly lucky coincidence-rich jews. I’m talking primarily of the wasp networks including, hopefully, some elements of the US ‘deep state’ who were taken by surprise when their ‘closest ally’ and dearest ‘friends’ with whom they have a unique ‘special’ relationship actually betrayed them in what was an unimaginable way, rendering the most cynically imperialist war-weary of wasp minds naive in the face of ghoulish ‘coincidence’. While the majority of the ‘dimensional shifts’ were a result of anglos finally permitting themselves to look under certain forbidden rocks, other smaller but no less significant contingencies were also hastening dangerously toward confrontation with truth. Perhaps the most notable of these came out of France about a decade ago and has since resulted in what can even be understood as a spiritual phenomenon of historic proportions.
In 2007 a popular televised program recording in Paris was graced with a catalyzing occurrence that would prove to be more consequential than anyone might have guessed. A sketch by one of France’s most successful and beloved comedic actors had entered a mysterious realm of openness and honesty that the French public had initially enjoyed. A fun-loving guy, his clowning and ability to play a crowd found him a valued place in the French psyche at a time when the country’s social fabric was straining badly under jewish proscribed policies of porous borders and rainbow ‘inclusion’. The unassuming comic was a progressive mainstream citizen of the republic, a patriot who loved his country and his people as much as they loved him. The real ‘republican’ power in France, and therefore the French media, had keenly supported him as a tool with which to selfishly further their shamelessly hypocritical and uniquely harmful agenda. Thus, the Frenchman’s career had extended with great fanfare, even branching out into successful comedy films. His embodiment of the ‘genie Francais’ brought the French people, his family, together while reconstituting popular France to her full glory after ongoing attempts to destroy her. But unfortunately for France, her court jester had made a blunder that displeased a certain segment of France’s self-proclaimed aristocracy. To call the series of events then set in motion a cultural revolution would be an understatement.
The fool in question, who’d failed to appreciate the more ‘nuanced’ corners of his universalist republic’s chinese boxes and darkened keyholes, was in full artistic bloom and blissfully unaware. In retrospect, the comic’s naive assumptions about republican universalism seem almost anachronistic, harkening another age where Orwell’s dystopian visions were still in the realm of fiction. Up until the fated evening, the renown popular jester was innocently celebrated in a dangerously blind vacuum of raucous, muffled silence. His yet completed destiny, that would prove as peculiarly providential as France’s position in world history, was still shielded from all awareness and foreseeability including his own. An accident was about to happen…a happy accident but a high velocity crash no less. The violent crash would be of such impact that the purveyors of abusive narcissistic lies would be suddenly derailed from the chaotic roads they’d led France into, whereupon, as surprised as the French people, they would take serious, even ungraceful, ultimately impotent measures. The fool’s naivety had turned out to be his greatest strength, enabling him to provide the world with a much needed gift. And so it was that one fated evening, mysteriously guarded from himself, the long flourishing icon of the ‘Chance Pour La France’ within the establishment auspices of leftist ‘antiracism’, opened up the books without his white jewish masters’ permission. And the world knew DIEU DON NEZ.
Born to a black Cameroonian father and a white French mother, Dieudognion M’bala M’bala had found a comfortable place for himself as the half black comic who the French just couldn’t get enough of. He quickly rose to fame and prominence with his jewish comic partner, who would later turn against him. Yet even his former partner would not have predicted the extent of primal rage the tribe would eventually levy against Dieudo for the infamous skit and, perhaps more importantly, his almost naive insistence on actual republican universality. The celebrated skit that provoked a boiling rancour only possible in a very sick assemblage of antisocial dementia, involved parodies of people and politics, as a good little negroid slave might have been taught to do by the curiously well organized so-called ‘antiracism’ crowd. Since he’d been well handled by the liars for their agenda, the poor unsuspecting negro actually believed it was all real, so this skit happened to include parodies of jews and ended, as he’d been taught by the ‘non-racists’, with agitated social commentary in which genius Dieudo parodied illegal jewish settlers in what isn’t lawfully theirs. Drawing attention to the irony that they bear striking similarity to nazis, the French genius punctuated his masterful performance with a nazi salute and a “hiel israel!”.
Some maintain to this day that they felt the earth tremble. France stood stunned in silence for at least a whole minute. Then, very slowly, the people of true France, the real French people, started to regain their normal senses. They felt the dislocated pieces of their habitual state of mind in time and space reassuringly gravitate back towards one another, whereupon they very heard faint laughter in the distance. Like a hypnotizing drone gradually subsiding to ease the return of their conscious minds into this dimension, they slowly felt themselves back inside their heads and bodies, spotty blurred vision rapidly crystallizing to a crisply familiar image. As the laughter suddenly grew louder they saw the others in the audience of the tv program clapping and laughing at Dieudo’s performance as they always had. The familiar bonhomie grew louder and louder when suddenly, fully revived from their mystic stupor, the people of France realized that the laughter they were hearing was their own. Unsure of whether to attribute their disconcerting, fleeting memory of the mystical experience to indigestion or alcohol, they preferred to try to forget about it and hoped that the lingering discomfort, almost alienation, that was always out of conscious grasp but never completely absent, would eventually subside. Soon enough, as they had hoped, their world had been put back together like a swiss clock with all the parts and processes in order. Everything had been clarified for them as the French media announced that the all important victim-overlords were now insisting on a formal apology from Dieudonne whereupon they might help him atone for his sins. It had been funny – in a different dimension – but as some wondered, it had then, in this dimension, been not funny at all and in fact constituted one of the gravest, most disgusting violations in human history. Most were relieved that any suspicions of controversy had been clarified for them by those who know best. Those. They know best. Yet for all their certainty, the real people of France, those whose physical and psychic energies actually constitute a part of their occupied country, were unable to evade the joyous doubt they feared. Eventually they had to admit to it to themselves. They knew. Even if only as a passing thought while cringing in the dark in bed, they knew that somehow somewhere…the clock was broken. Not only was it broken but as France quietly bellowed her primeval winds of change throughout the lands, her people sensed a greater power at work, some even sensing it within themselves, a power they knew they had to embrace…that wouldn’t let the recalcitrant slave die.
Indeed, Dieudonne’s performance troop continued touring across France, drawing larger and larger crowds, louder and louder laughter. Even in the face of outrageous persecution, subversion and outright perversion of France’s legal and political system, it seemed nothing would ultimately put the laughing jack back in the box. Dieudo’s anti-establishment gesture, The Quenelle, took on a force of its own…was this the prescient inspiration outside of time and space for David Lynch’s recurring obsession with ‘the arm’ in Twin Peaks?! People across the globe felt as though La Quenelle had taken on a mysterious power, tearing a hole through the fabric of reality, leaving the universe forever changed. It’s no wonder then, that the planet’s established powers – who apparently are indeed gooish as the Dieudo Affaire helped confirm for everyone who still wasn’t sure – consolidated their response in a state of barely contained hysteria that demonstrated an unusual degree of coordinated uniformity for people who “are all so different” and “aren’t a conspiratorial international organization”. Yet the frighteningly revealing mobilization served only to further embarrass them, drawing international ridicule when they tried to brand the French mulato’s gesture, born of one of his pre-existing comedy skits, as an ‘inverted nazi salute’. The goos across the planet however, stood together in pathetic ignominy, ordering their army of increasingly unhinged collaborators to agitate against the mulato monster’s impudence. Betraying their arrogant supremacism they snapped their fingers and swung the soyim across the world to attention. Equally revealing is that they did so with surprising ‘cohesion’, in direct contradiction to the bullshit “we’re not cohesive” mantra they’ve been spreading. All their boot-licking kapo vermin recite it with the misplaced confidence that only the most of the most supposedly ‘authoritarian personalities’ would lap up obsequiously, unencumbered by any doubts, let alone conscience…and yet we know, at least in another dimension, that they’re shilling bullshit for their victim overlords. The victim overlords, with cohesion never before seen, hastily reminded every pretend soy government and judicial system that they – no one else – are the international ruling power.
With unabashed shamelessness, the paradoxically all powerful greatest victims proceeded to weave together the most brazenly extreme totalitarian police-state measures imposed upon a hapless French population since the apparently unconditional evil of ‘Vichy’. In seamless tandem with a barely noticeable cast of shady characters evidently more accustomed to getting their way by acting ‘in the shadows’ (and no doubt with the bestial violence they’re known for), a more familiar, ridiculous opera cropped up, of neurotically insincere self-effacing narcissists struggling to maintain an overdone and obviously inaccurate demeanour of modestly concerned ease. What then followed gradually took form as a faint, implacable din of busy hidden cogitations and unusual secret machinations, eventually hardening over the course of a few days as a collectively reverberating imprint in the psychic body of the people of France. It seemed obvious that wheels were turning that pertained to powerful but strangely imbalanced professional agitators but the thought-form underway remained obscure, defying attempts to capture any ideation of the mental aggressions being conjured mundanely and otherwise by a dangerously sick cabal. Minutely perceptible movements in and out of buildings and institutions conveyed a sinister, well-oiled mission worthy of a black and white film clip. A mission of the utmost importance from the Furher himself involving the most bureaucratically constipated of hitlerarian directives by a few taciturn if not eccentric villains who can only be described as resembling the darkest of gestapo-styled caricatures otherwise existing only in the most odious of jewish-produced ww2 propaganda movies. Finally, a thought-being of mentally-ill self-interest was swept into the French governing apparatus with a chilling efficiency that would make a nazi jealous.
All but criminalizing the people’s negroid after he refused to submit to reeducation for an Orwellian thought crime he committed due to the unhappy shortcoming of not quite having a vision of the world crass enough, it seemed nothing was too abusive in the opinion of the goos (uncontested by 99%+ of goos) when a negroid went off their reservation. They openly and forever in the public domain interfered in France’s political system, having the now most pathetic gov’t of the planet get up in front of cameras broadcasting to the world, to tell us that Dieudonne was a vile ‘racist’ (LOL) and obviously more importantly, ‘antisemitic’ monster of a growing dangerous new world of internet ‘hate’. They had the now most humiliated gov’t of the planet interrupt our evening viewing for the unprecedentedly important message that Dieudonne’s unstoppably contagious Quenelle, that had liberated untold numbers of terrifyingly damaged minds from a uniquely harmful oppression, was actually an insidious antisemitic plot (oh my god, I heard that’s like, the very worst crime, right?!). That’s right, they have it on good authority, they assured us, that the perniciously affable comic’s unsavoury magical powers had unleashed a new weapon of mass destruction, that The Quenelle was a plot so evil that all this time it had been masquerading as a hilarious theatrical improvisation when it was in fact an inverted nazi salute, thus posing grave danger to us all in a manner that needed no evidence or elaboration. They had the now most painfully ridiculous gov’t on the planet, send out shocking high threat level national security related press releases, not once but several times featuring confusing and uncomfortably Hitleresque video clips of a visibly unstable French Interior Minister informing us all maniacally and at times with enraged nervous desperation, that the perniciously affable onetime people’s negro, “who goes by the name” of Dieudonne M’bala M’bala -as they now insisted he be referred to because we are after all, racist, just like them – was in fact a nazi of the worst order. They had the now most detestable gov’t on the planet repeatedly provide legitimacy and support – overtly and explicitly associated with a national security threat – to the host of journalists, talk show hosts, actors, pop stars, and other used up establishment druggies of sufficiently whorish nature that they’d all understood without being told twice that they had to publicly condemning the once celebrated people’s negro who goes by an evidently dodgy and therefore revealing name as a certain ‘Dieudonne M’bala M’bala’ (pff, ’nuff said right?). Yes, all the most vacuous socialites of France lacking moral integrity more than the rest and in reality unable to garner any genuine respect from the goos they serve, quickly understood that they had the insurmountably highest of moral obligations to stir themselves from their quiet lives of comfort and do their ethical duty for the world by Crucifying DIEUDONNE.
Indeed, calling for a Crucifixion was hardly an exaggeration, as the ‘diversely controlled’ media proudly ran clips of ‘French’ (not really French anymore ) ‘celebrities’ of apparently so little integrity that they could easily be excited into calling for the French mulato comic to have his face broken, to have the shit kicked out of him, and even to be assassinated. You read correctly. But that shouldn’t be too surprising given that the mulato Frenchman had already been defamed, had lies about him intentionally propagated throughout the no doubt very ‘diverse’ media and, in all celebration of ‘diversity’, was called a ‘negre’ as an explanation for his supposed ‘hate’ by a white jew on Swiss television. Not only was all this tacitly (if not overtly) supported by the occupied French government but it would appear that the goos would not be satisfied before having completely annexed it in total disregard for the French people it supposedly represented. France’s government and national administration, intended to uniquely represent the people of France as an elaborate system of checks and balances whose identification with The French People it embodies is particularly inseparable, had also become the most egregiously disrespected government on planet. The Conseil National had as its head an israeli who, along with others at various levels of France’s bureaucracy and legal system, had tweaked the rules and regs here and there and had placed the right collaborators there and here as to render France utterly useless to anyone except the paradoxically powerful ubervictim goos. Following terror attack after terror attack – all extremely suspect and involving suppression by the ‘diverse’ media of connections to israel, complaints from victims’ family members, and a ‘suicided’ chief of police – the world lit candles and chanted appalling insults to France and all her victims including the real French people such as “je suis charlie” in zombified, mentally ill, aggressive and occasionally hostile ‘moral’ indignation. The all powerful noble victims even had the now most publicly disrespected gov’t on the planet organize questionable mass agitations in France that served as little more than a public relations stunt for the prime minister. The prime minister….OF ISRAEL. The prime minister of israel, that’s who was the actually beneficiary of the PR stunt, not even the head of the French state, no, it was a mass agitation of the French people and the French politicians, not to mention on the French dime, for A FOREIGN STATE, a state known as israel. Which obviously means that it’s not only fine but awesome and beyond criticism this time when a foreign state uses and abused France and her people since it’s the all important sacred state of the noble ubervictims, who are also curiously the ones who set your country’s fiscal monetary policy in the torment of their suffering, which is obviously so indescribably above that of other humans that they need us to repeat a new word for it every couple of decades. Did I mention that it’s ok for France to be used and abused by a foreign state if it’s the foreign state that goes by the name of JEW? That’s right, France and her ‘goyim’ are used and abused by the state of JEW, something that can no longer be denied (in yet another new dimension) since some years ago nutt’nyahoo calculatedly addressed the growing ‘goyim’ awareness of this previously violently denied fact by officially declaring it JEW so now we all know that yes, it is JEW (all with little if any real JEW condemnation about a clarification that previously got people defamed by JEW for saying the JEW state is JEW which it now officially is, JEW so get used to it JEW ’cause it’s not antisemitic anymore JEW). Perhaps the cherry on the cake gifted to the world by the ‘soyim”s best ‘friends’ was having France’s counter-terrorism unit break down Dieudonne’s door to subdue and arrest him in front of his kids, for his now historic famous tweet in which he told the world that he, the French mulato comic who’d been
- intentionally misquoted, including that he said “jews should be sent to the gas chambers” when he actually made a joke about it being a shame about the gas chambers in relation to a member of the ‘diverse’ media who’d announced a ‘blacklist’ of “sick minds” in which Dieudonne was prominently displayed
- publicly threatened,
- privately threatened, harassed and terrorized by jews
- who even made threatening phone calls to family members
- attacked with his family by jewish terror networks who were supported by the occupied French gov’t,
- called a ‘negre’,
- referred to as a gorilla by rabbis,
- had his black intellect denigrated as that of a gorilla controlled by white French dissident Alain Soral,
- been publicly labelled as mentally ill
- been threatened by a ‘French’ (((lawyer))) on a tv panel that “first come the complaints, then comes the law, then come the punches”
- been disinvested of his veritable rights as a successful French artist to make a French film about the slavery of his ancestors
- including the documented fact that his very aggressors’ communal history includes domination of the transatlantic slave trade, information the ‘very diverse’ media routinely suppresses and even inverts by producing propaganda in which white jews, who were in reality slave traders, are portrayed as noble champions of black emancipation
- had his livelihood intentionally and incontrovertibly interfered with by jews and the ((( occupying ))) forces of the French government,
- forcing him at one point to do a now famous historic show for his fans in a bus a la Rosa Parks after several stadiums he had easily filled at the ticket booths in advance were ((( pressured ))) to shut them down in contradiction of French law
- having his show in ((( canada ))) summarily cancelled and having the humiliated cantard authorities deny him entry at the border for supposed hate crimes and terrorism
- harassed on ((( orders ))) by the French police
- dragged through a variety of French courts,
- courts that are roundly infiltrated and corrupted to the point of embarrassing and delegitimizing France’s judiciary and legal system
- had the hearings interfered with and manhandled by jews including FBI-listed terrorist organization ‘jewish defence league’
- who are even caught on camera interfering with and threatening people & journalists who tried to exercise their legal right to attend the hearing in support of the Frenchman, in full impunity
- has been subject to public, well mediatized calls for his violent assault
- has been subject to public well mediatized calls for his assassination
- and all this after having been the phoney ‘new left’ instrument of the destructive gooish controlled fake ‘antiracism’ agitations
…felt like someone used by a lying government and media only to be betrayed and intentionally misled toward alleged terrorism, subjected to subversion of his country’s legal system and declared a national security threat, thus poeticized as feeling as though he is Charlie Coulibaly in the historic tweet :
“JE ME SENS CHARLIE COULIBALY”.
It was grotesque. It was obscene. It was depressingly revelatory. It was offensive to all non-whites. It was offensive to all the real people of France. It was supremacist. It was corrupt and dishonest. It was…ghoulish. Yet our fun-loving friend Dieudo, now an international hero symbolizing Love against Hatred and Oppression in the tradition of The French Resistance, endured through it all to earn incalculable respect and admiration, not to mention gratitude, from the entire ‘soy’ world as a result.
Dieudonne’s historic stand against what was increasingly laid bare to the world as a force of utter dishonesty, treachery, abuse, and tribal supremacism had palliated an oppressed ‘soy’ world in the throes of uniquely damaging trickery and malice. Dieudo’s famous Quenelle was the anti-establishment gesture of an enslaved black suddenly awakening to the trickery to offer us all Black Emancipation, at a juncture in world history when a growing majority of the world ‘soy’ population felt like palestinians in gaza, like black slaves in an invisible tyrannical plantation. Despite the ill-gotten power mobilized against it, The Quenelle, like the reluctant hero of the modern day Resistance who was graced with the unexpected honour to act as its vessel, remained mysteriously undamaged as though protected by a force beyond this world, a force of divinity. If anything, La Quenelle has materialized its power and symbolism in the collective unconscious forever, growing in popularity daily and saving people by the millions. Each new day that comes has La Quenelle inexplicably incarnating itself in the arms of every new soy awakened, through an ineffable and previously inconceivable process of salvation, known only to God. Dormant France’s message to the world from La Resistance is now a household name, filling humanity with a familiar unforgettable future memory forever as we feel its energies manifesting all around and within us. Now embedded in certitude within the growing number of the saved, La Quenelle is spreading a new joyous warmth of hope and universal love, a Holy Spirit reinvigorating the best qualities among us in the struggle for Liberation. The human family has been called in grace to Love. To the good news and fraternal bonhomie now vibrating in the energies of the universally transcending Quenelle and the story of its vessel, a black man who refused to yield to the worldly powers of his white gooish slavemasters. Slavemasters who very likely have relations to their power-victim community’s slave traders of yesteryear who captured and sold the black Frenchman’s ancestors as animals, just as they dominate the most abominable forms of human trafficking today.
This story and it’s secret purpose brings succour to our souls and salvo to our struggle as humanity comes together in the luminous beauty of The Quenelle and Its Mystery, to stand for all that is good and right no matter what the ruling Liars try to do to us. La Resistance is not dead but dormant and through her secret benevolence La Quenelle now rests in perpetual Glory along with other symbols of self-sacrifice in the face of evil like the Holy Cross upon which Christ, like Dieundonne, met with destiny in a state of Grace, forever altering the universe in Love against the Liar. Indeed, he endured for us all, offering us his gift of Liberation from shackles spiritual and worldly, so it is correct and it is perfect, that Dieudo’s mysterious symbol, The Holy Benevolent Quenelle, has turned out to be the instrument of universal Love. For La Sainte Quenelle has imprinted herself into the human psyche forever, as only the language of symbols, in particular the otherworldly symbols imbued with The Holy Spirit, is able. The impermeable transcendence and unfathomable force of benevolence that calls the best among us to stand resolute in the face of the most abominable of evils has come down to the Earth and is now with us at all times. Our societies now baptized with Righteousness in Quenelle, the Liberated shall persevere, never yielding to the unimaginably shameless pharisaic deceit by which the most abusive persuasion has always traveled, leading to the oppression by the most hateful in the most horrific ways. The Black Man has Liberated the World by the Inconceivably Unanticipated Secret as only a Frenchman could have : as a mulato French comic on stage. No longer in the presence of La Sainte Quenelle shall the abomination persist to isolate the human spirit, in vile attempt to cut it off from universal friendship and then preserve it for derangement, like a demonic serial killer, seeking new opportunities to assert itself above the human spirit as the worshipped self-chosen, commanding submission and control for the sake of malevolent narcissism.
Perhaps no one since the Christ himself has found this secret destiny in another realm of being, rising to the challenge and refusing to let himself be bullied, even by the most criminally powerful quasi-religious international mafia cult of racist megalomaniacal tribal supremacist pathologically treacherous hate on the planet. It’s almost as though Dieudo, the unsuspecting hero in this satanically inverted world, was a sacrificial figure whose floggings Justified so many of us who, falling prey to the forces of this upside down collective mental illness we’ve been harvested to suffer in by the Liars, succumbed to the urge to satisfy a selfish whispering inclination by lending support to the oft proposed ‘legitimizing’ mantra from the empire that they ‘don’t negotiate with terrorists’. Just as they say they don’t negotiate with terrorists when managing the overwhelming ‘blowback’ to their avarice, delusions of grandeur, megalomania, non consensual human experimentation and violently self-chosen exclusionary racist hatred, real France who was never dead, the real French people and in fact, the peoples of the world, knew for the first time in their miserably deceived captured lives of pharisaic enslavement, a pure, genuine form of hitherto absent energy once upon a time known as GOOD FAITH, thus finding themselves confusedly uplifted and suddenly joyous when Dieudo first uttered what had been the inconceivable.
Unaware that as an instrument of goodness he was about to forever change how it feels for a human to be alive, Dieudonne, a negro in the face of slavemasters whose entire religion, culture and history is summed up by the words ‘BAD FAITH’, miraculously evaded corruption and,
filled with the Holy Spirit, cogitating, he paused…almost outside of himself…and then as though it were nothing, Dieudonne saved the world and breathed :
No, the French comic said, he would not acquiesce to their cruel mental illness of narcissistic hostility that smuggles in a new dimensional shift of existence whereby apparently offended slyonist goos are to mysteriously and in full public secrecy, matter more than other human beings.
And as his fans looked in the mirror that night, the French comic’s story and his persecution by the all-powerful Cameroonian Lobby unfolding from their televisions in the background, they found for the first time in years…that their ass looked small.
*this blog entry is a fictional draft of an imaginary comedy enthusiast in an imaginary world trying to parody a fictional story from his imaginary world about a lobby that does not exist, it is in no way making any representations about any living people or places or things and is not intended to promote any unlawful discriminatory or otherwise illegal behaviours.