Spanish Guitar (6-minute video)

With full acknowledgements to Red Onions for submitting this beautiful video in a previous comment. I’m posting this here so that we can all chill out a bit and catch up on our reading and reflections. Please use this thread for any off-topic comments you wish to make, or to post your own poems and philosophical musings. Alternatively, if you prefer to be serious, feel free to continue with your discussions on the dangerous situation brewing in Syria between the Russians and the Turks. (LD)   

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47 thoughts on “Spanish Guitar (6-minute video)

    1. Christian Genocide

      We came for the Royals, shouting with glee,
      raping, sodomizing, and sodden in blood.
      We came for the Christians, gouging out eyes,
      ripping out bellies while still alive.
      We came for the academics, skinned them alive,
      scooped out their brains and relished a feast.
      We came for the intellects, boiled them in oil,
      ever so slowly.
      We came for the babies, wracking their limbs,
      pulping heads clotted with gore.
      We came for innocent girls and boys,
      far too pretty to stay alive,
      carved ears and noses, buried them breathing.
      We came for the peasants, who were eating our food,
      pulverized their genitals and strung them from trees.
      We wallowed in blasphemy, deception and false tears,
      shrouded in holocaust myths and fears.

  1. orange cord
    (a suicide bomber foresees her death)

    dynamite strapped across her chest
    dark hair covered, soft brown eyes,
    she steps over raw sewage

    cement rocks and broken toys
    across fields and into a shop
    busy with affluent citizens

    her veiled purpose to blow apart
    those who drove her family
    from their land and lives

    who degrade without a rest,
    stealing mind and body
    like vampires feasting

    the world watching,
    she will not be broken
    or pretend to acquiesce to slavery

    she will light a fire of hope
    with the orange cord held to her heart,
    a martyr opening gates to heaven.

    (Suicide bombers in Palestine


    It’s Said…
    (short poems and sayings)

    It’s said, ‘You have to kiss a lot of frogs,’
    wet ones, eyes bulging.
    Many do, yet never find a prince;
    find grinning frogs in their mirrors instead.


    A green fish, nearly too old to breathe, rests
    under October’s thin ice. Early snowflakes
    melt above him. Soon fish and flakes will
    leave the viewer, who says he owns them.


    Some have said that Sound and Picture
    are more fundamental than the Word, better
    vessels for magic, superior tools for the artist;
    but, like fire, language is a gift from the gods;
    words can create both sounds and pictures
    and turn them into poetry. Words are wands.


    A bowl of cherries is just a bowl of cherries.
    A hawk circles over a farmer’s hens
    while the farmer plucks cherries for his pies,
    pops one into his chin.


    Knowing one can have something
    doesn’t mean one knows the cost.


    I would say to the warrior Achilles
    that poets too live in joy
    and laugh in the face of death.


    ‘Impulsive’ is said to be
    eager without looking
    then – surprised!
    Some with that habit
    age to ‘old and wise’;
    others turn old
    with a vengeance.


    Dancer and red fish dream,
    one under satin,
    one under stone;
    glide like fireflies
    from their covers.


    His poem about a perfect lover
    is well-crafted, but no one lives there.


    The one who worships himself as God
    is highly tolerant of his own evil.


    What is permitted may not be forgiven;
    listen to the still voice within
    if you would walk scatheless through your days,
    your own master, blameless.

  2. The Danzig Party

    Stretched stockings, tightly rolled,
    played their tunes on throats so young and white,
    throttling tunes to notes of blood on virgins’ clothing.
    Clashing symbols’ sharpened edges followed waltzing splinters of the spine.
    Drumming beats of boiled fingers, charcoal toes and blinded eyes,
    skipped and jumped the Golden Calf,
    humming Yiddish songs to Germanic tunes at the Danzig Party.

    Swinging scythes sliced muscle and sinewy,
    piano wires garroted new born life’
    flat headed hammers, collapsed all chests and scarred the valves of loving hearts.
    sharps of sickles pierced old limbs wasted,
    skinless genitalia quivered on lifeless boughs.
    Eyeless heads, bruised and battered,
    jumped and rode the Golden Calf,
    humming Yiddish tunes to Germanic songs at the Danzig Party.

    Rustic nails, crocheted hands and feet, crucifying families drenched in blood,
    drills droned in boredom, spurting crimson red and grains of bone on the feet.
    Horses orchestrated pregnant women with iron tipped hoofs and gnashing teeth,
    skewers rotated babies, feeding dripping fat to drunken flames.
    Boys and girls lost, running noses and drummed ears buried in the violin pit.
    Tongues freely scurried, jumped and rode the Golden Calf,
    humming Yiddish tunes to Germanic songs, at the Danzig Party.

    Germanic foes crashed the feast, cursing hosts and guests,
    perpetrators screamed and ran the ghetto’s gauntlet of conductors,
    songs of Solomon sheared the wind, prayers of torment soaked the rain,
    legs no longer strutting over broken bodies,
    shaked and quivered of revenge,
    bulging eyes wept fearful tears, ears trembled to the tunes of fighting foes.
    Boots dyed in red absconded, jumped and rode the Golden Calf,
    screaming Yiddish tunes to Danzig songs at the Danzig Party.

  3. That was very nice, especially the visuals. Extra thanks to the Administration for posting the San Sabadell flash mob several months ago, it is on favourites and emailed to dozens and I would never have known of its existence if not for the Administration on this site…double thanks

    1. @KAREN, I may have seen what you are referring to (the dancing and singing Catalans? (sp) If I’m on the right track could I ask of you to please post the link. Thanks in advance, TRUTH

  4. Night Ride Across The Caucasus
    by Canadian artist Loreena McKennitt with mesmerizing voice and absolutely transfixing lyrics

    Ride on through the night
    Ride on
    Ride on through the night
    Ride on

    There are visions, there are memories
    There are echoes of thundering hooves
    There are fires, there is laughter
    There’s the sound of a thousand doves

    In the velvet of the darkness
    By the silhouette of silent trees
    They are watching they are waiting
    They are witnessing life’s mysteries

    Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
    They are dancing as far as the sea
    Riding on the land, you can feel its gentle hand
    Leading on to its destiny

    Take me with you on this journey
    Where the boundaries of time are now tossed
    In cathedrals of the forest
    In the words of the tongues now lost

    Find the answers, ask the questions
    Find the roots of an ancient tree
    Take me dancing, take me singing
    I’ll ride on till the moon meets the sea

    1. A different, more apt video context made by Hikmet, a Circassian living in Turkey, to magnificent and inimitable Loreena McKennitt:

      Night Ride Across The Caucasus

      It seems to me that both the song and the lyrics were inspired by Loreena’s visit to my beloved homeland – the Caucasus.

      1. It was a lovely video Circassian..

        Also when I watched the wild horses on the video posted by red onions, I thought, now that`s what freedom feels like..

  5. O known and unknown fountain-heads that fill
    Our dear life-springs of Jerusalem! O bright race
    Of streams and waters that bear witness still
    To the earth her sons were made of! watched of eyes death cannot kill,
    How should the soul that lit you for a space
    Fall through sick weakness of a broken will
    To the dead cold damnation of disgrace?
    Such wind of memory stirs
    On all green hills of hers,
    Such breath of record from so high a place,
    From years whose tongues of flame
    Prophesied in her name
    Her feet should keep truth’s bright and burning trace,
    We needs must have her heart with us,
    Whose hearts are one with man’s; she must be dead or thus.

  6. O hills of Jerusalem, are these things dead? O waves,
    O many-mouthed streams, are these springs dry?
    Earth, dost thou feed and hide now none but slaves?
    Heaven, hast thou heard of men that would not die?
    Is the land thick with only such men’s graves
    As were ashamed to look upon the sky?
    Ye dead, whose name outfaces and out-braves
    Death, is the seed of such as you gone by?
    Sea, have thy ports not heard
    Some mighty word
    Rise up to landward and to God-ward fly?
    No thunder, that the skies
    Sent not upon us, rise
    With fire and earthquake and a cleaving cry?
    Nay, light is here, and shall be light,
    Though all the face of the hour be overborne with night.
    There where our east looks always to thy west,
    Our mornings to thine evenings, Palestine to thee,
    These lights that catch the mountains crest by crest,
    Are they of stars or beacons that we see?
    Takes the winds abreast,
    And there the sun resumes
    The light is Haifa where those remnants rest,
    And Gaza the sea-wall of that sea.
    But where for to began
    The first live light of Palestine
    And first-born fire of deeds to burn and leap,
    The first war fair as peace
    To shine and lighten The Sea
    And the first freedom moved upon the deep,
    God’s breath upon the face of time
    Moving, a present spirit, seen everywhere

  7. I set the trumpet to my lips and blow.
    The height of night is shaken, the skies break,
    The winds and stars and waters come and go
    By fits of breath and light and sound, that wake
    As out of sleep, and perish as the show
    Built up of sleep, when all her strengths forsake
    The sense-compelling spirit; the depths glow,
    The heights flash, and the roots and summits shake
    Of earth in all her mountains,
    And the inner foam less fountains
    And wellsprings of her fast-bound forces quake;
    Yea, the whole air of life
    Is set on fire of strife,
    Till change unmake things made and love remake;
    Reason and love, whose names are one,
    Seeing reason is the sunlight shed from love the sun.
    The trumpets of the four winds of the world
    as sickness weaves,
    Down the wild wind of vision caught and whirled,
    Shadows of storm-shaped things,
    Flights of tribes of kings,
    hear the midnight on the mountains cry
    With many tongues of thunders, and hear
    Sound and resound the hollow shield of sky
    With trumpet-throated winds that charge and cheer,
    And through the roar of the hours that fighting fly,
    Through flight and fight and all the fluctuation fear,
    A sound sublimer than the heavens are high,
    A voice more instant than the winds are clear,
    Say to my spirit, “Take
    Thy trumpet too, and make
    A rallying music in the void night’s ear,
    Till the storm lose its track,
    And all the night go back;
    Till, as through sleep false life knows true life near,
    Thou know the morning through the night,
    And through the thunder silence, and through darkness light.
    Palestine Will Be Free

  8. Som Sabadell (We are Sabadell) was a beautifully orchestrated commercial for Banco Sabadell of Spain on their 130th anniversary. The music is Ludwig van Beethoven’s and the lyrics Friedrich Schiller’s.

    It is also the ‘national’ anthem of the European Union. This one being only instrumental because they haven’t found the right words to go with it yet. Schiller doesn’t seem to be good and multi-culti enough.

  9. LITTLE CHILD (for Fisayo Ibikunle)

    Dance for me little child,
    Dance for me.
    Say your name with light and laughter in your eyes,
    Put your dreams in a smudge of colours,
    Run squiggles of lines through them,
    Wrap them in your songs,
    Toss them into the air with your sand at play.
    Rise and run,
    Run into the wind, run with the wind,
    Bring back my yesterday,
    Stir again the memory of the future,
    Put your hands in mine
    And a flower in bloom too.
    There will be a lullaby
    For you and for me
    Hmm little child!
    © oguche agbonika

  10. @Derek Rutter

    That stuff has power, is it yours?
    No matter, it brings the soul of the pit fully to life.

    I am kind of amazed when someone sees exactly the same sight that confronts me.

      1. Resumé


        Razors pain you;
        Rivers are damp;
        Acids stain you;
        And drugs cause cramp.
        Guns aren’t lawful;
        Nooses give;
        Gas smells awful;
        You might as well live.

  11. Somebody Blew Up America
    by Amiri Baraka

    They say its some terrorist,
    some barbaric
    A Rab,
    in Afghanistan
    It wasn’t our American terrorists
    It wasn’t the Klan or the Skin heads
    Or the them that blows up nigger
    Churches, or reincarnates us on Death Row
    It wasn’t Trent Lott
    Or David Duke or Giuliani
    Or Schundler, Helms retiring

    It wasn’t
    The gonorrhea in costume
    The white sheet diseases
    That have murdered black people
    Terrorized reason and sanity
    Most of humanity, as they pleases

    They say (who say?)
    Who do the saying
    Who is them paying
    Who tell the lies
    Who in disguise
    Who had the slaves
    Who got the bux out the Bucks

    Who got fat from plantations
    Who genocided Indians
    Tried to waste the Black nation

    Who live on Wall Street
    The first plantation
    Who cut your nuts off
    Who rape your ma
    Who lynched your pa

    Who got the tar, who got the feathers
    Who had the match, who set the fires
    Who killed and hired
    Who say they God & still be the Devil

    Who the biggest only
    Who the most goodest
    Who do Jesus resemble

    Who created everything
    Who the smartest
    Who the greatest
    Who the richest
    Who say you ugly and they the goodlookingest

    Who define art
    Who define science

    Who made the bombs
    Who made the guns

    Who bought the slaves, who sold them

    Who called you them names
    Who say Dahmer wasn’t insane

    Who? Who? Who?

    Who stole Puerto Rico
    Who stole the Indies, the Philipines, Manhattan
    Australia & The Hebrides
    Who forced opium on the Chinese

    Who own them buildings
    Who got the money
    Who think you funny
    Who locked you up
    Who own the papers

    Who owned the slave ship

    Who run the army

    Who the fake president
    Who the ruler
    Who the banker

    Who? Who? Who?

    Who own the mine
    Who twist your mind
    Who got bread
    Who need peace
    Who you think need war

    Who own the oil
    Who do no toil
    Who own the soil
    Who is not a nigger
    Who is so great ain’t nobody bigger

    Who own this city

    Who own the air
    Who own the water

    Who own your crib
    Who rob and steal and cheat and murder
    and make lies the truth
    Who call you uncouth

    Who live in the biggest house
    Who do the biggest crime
    Who go on vacation anytime

    Who killed the most niggers
    Who killed the most Jews
    Who killed the most Italians
    Who killed the most Irish
    Who killed the most Africans
    Who killed the most Japanese
    Who killed the most Latinos

    Who? Who? Who?

    Who own the ocean
    Who own the airplanes
    Who own the malls
    Who own television
    Who own radio

    Who own what ain’t even known to be owned
    Who own the owners that ain’t the real owners

    Who own the suburbs
    Who suck the cities
    Who make the laws

    Who made Bush president
    Who believe the confederate flag need to be flying
    Who talk about democracy and be lying

    Who the Beast in Revelations
    Who 666
    Who know who decide
    Jesus get crucified

    Who the Devil on the real side
    Who got rich from Armenian genocide

    Who the biggest terrorist
    Who change the bible
    Who killed the most people
    Who do the most evil
    Who don’t worry about survival

    Who have the colonies
    Who stole the most land
    Who rule the world
    Who say they good but only do evil
    Who the biggest executioner

    Who? Who? Who?

    Who own the oil
    Who want more oil
    Who told you what you think that later you find out a lie

    Who? Who? Who?

    Who found Bin Laden, maybe they Satan
    Who pay the CIA,
    Who knew the bomb was gonna blow
    Who know why the terrorists
    Learned to fly in Florida, San Diego

    Who know why Five Israelis was filming the explosion
    And cracking they sides at the notion

    Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain’t goin’ nowhere

    Who make the credit cards
    Who get the biggest tax cut
    Who walked out of the Conference
    Against Racism
    Who killed Malcolm, Kennedy & his Brother
    Who killed Dr King, Who would want such a thing?
    Are they linked to the murder of Lincoln?

    Who invaded Grenada
    Who made money from apartheid
    Who keep the Irish a colony
    Who overthrow Chile and Nicaragua later

    Who killed David Sibeko, Chris Hani,
    the same ones who killed Biko, Cabral,
    Neruda, Allende, Che Guevara, Sandino,

    Who killed Kabila, the ones who wasted Lumumba, Mondlane,
    Betty Shabazz, Die, Princess Di, Ralph Featherstone,
    Little Bobby

    Who locked up Mandela, Dhoruba, Geronimo,
    Assata, Mumia, Garvey, Dashiell Hammett, Alphaeus Hutton

    Who killed Huey Newton, Fred Hampton,
    Medgar Evers, Mikey Smith, Walter Rodney,
    Was it the ones who tried to poison Fidel
    Who tried to keep the Vietnamese Oppressed

    Who put a price on Lenin’s head

    Who put the Jews in ovens,
    and who helped them do it
    Who said “America First”
    and ok’d the yellow stars

    Who killed Rosa Luxembourg, Liebneckt
    Who murdered the Rosenbergs
    And all the good people iced,
    tortured, assassinated, vanished

    Who got rich from Algeria, Libya, Haiti,
    Iran, Iraq, Saudi, Kuwait, Lebanon,
    Syria, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine,

    Who cut off peoples hands in the Congo
    Who invented Aids
    Who put the germs
    In the Indians’ blankets
    Who thought up “The Trail of Tears”

    Who blew up the Maine
    & started the Spanish American War
    Who got Sharon back in Power
    Who backed Batista, Hitler, Bilbo,
    Chiang kai Chek

    Who decided Affirmative Action had to go
    Reconstruction, The New Deal,
    The New Frontier, The Great Society,

    Who do Tom Ass Clarence Work for
    Who doo doo come out the Colon’s mouth
    Who know what kind of Skeeza is a Condoleeza
    Who pay Connelly to be a wooden negro
    Who give Genius Awards to Homo Locus

    Who overthrew Nkrumah, Bishop,
    Who poison Robeson,
    who try to put DuBois in Jail
    Who frame Rap Jamil al Amin, Who frame the Rosenbergs,
    The Scottsboro Boys,
    The Hollywood Ten

    Who set the Reichstag Fire

    Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed
    Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers
    To stay home that day
    Why did Sharon stay away?

    Who? Who? Who?

    Explosion of Owl the newspaper say
    The devil face cd be seen

    Who make money from war
    Who make dough from fear and lies
    Who want the world like it is
    Who want the world to be ruled by imperialism and national
    oppression and terror violence, and hunger and poverty.

    Who is the ruler of Hell?
    Who is the most powerful

    Who you know ever
    Seen God?

    But everybody seen
    The Devil

    Like an Owl exploding
    In your life in your brain in your self
    Like an Owl who know the devil
    All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
    Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
    In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog

    Like the acid vomit of the fire of Hell
    Who and Who and WHO who who
    Whoooo and Whooooooooooooooooooooo!

    1. @ RO

      What a pleasant surprise. Did not know you were interested in poetry and Amiri Baraka. I just realized he died almost 2 years ago. How time flies because not so long ago, September of 2013, he was still alive when I posted an old university essay that I had written on my Joe Canuck art site, which is now here:

      Baraka doesn’t really name the ROTHSCHILD JEW in his poem; only a very jew-wise listener like you and me will get it, but someone who isn’t jew-wise will just infer the DEVIL is the “WHO?” in his poem. A great PITY.

      I don’t want to speak ill of the dead, but I have heard that Baraka was funded by the CIA, as certainly E. Michael Jones has proven the Black Panthers were. Jones argues that the Black Civil Rights Movement was a massive social engineering PSYOP.

      Was Amiri Baraka a useful idiot or paid asset in the so-called Black Civil Rights and Integration Movement? — which, in hindsight, has failed miserably, and which, 50 years later, can clearly be seen as nothing more than a JEWISH FANTASY-cum-PSYOP of using Blacks as a proxy army and shock troops to destroy Western Christian values and kill Whites in America.

      1. Here is the video in which E. Michael Jones claims kikejews more or less created and financed the Black Panthers in the 1960s: Jones also claims the same thing is happening with ISIS being another kikejew proxy army. But most regular Mooners already know that.

        I am surprised that Jones, a devout Catholic and also in my opinion an intellectual heavyweight, is not featured regularly at DM. Jones certainly knows the jews inside and out and he is most certainly not afraid to name them, just like John Kaminski who is regularly featured here but isn’t a Catholic or even religious.

        Of course, unlike Kaminski, Jones thinks jews only need tough love and can be converted and brought back to logos or order — NOT! I think I just answered my own question about why Jones isn’t featured here regularly.

      2. @ Justice For Chinese

        I am surprised that Jones, a devout Catholic and also in my opinion an intellectual heavyweight, is not featured regularly at DM.

        Yes, this is a fault we need to rectify. If we do not feature more of Jones’ work, it is because we are inundated with so much material that we don’t know where to start. However, we have already published a video done by Jones on this site and this article linked below:

        Who is the Real Enemy? by E. Michael Jones

        Lasha Darkmoon has also contributed a few items to Jones’ Culture War magazine and you will find this LD article published on Jones’ Culture Wars site:

        Masters of Porn: The Systematic Promotion of Sexual Deviancy and Mass Demoralization

  12. A case of Identity-theft:- Jews versus counterfeit-Jews and the Everlasting Covenant.

    It behooves the wise Christians to maintain the difference between varying identities:-

    Revelation chapter 2 verse 9 “I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and [I know] the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are NOT, but [are] (Idumean converts to Judaism) the synagogue (church or community) of Satan.”

    The Idumeans are enemies of Israel, and, since their conversion to Judaism have become the enemy within, who have stolen the land of Israel, more than once, from the TRUE Israel who are the Brit-ish. God has told the world this TRUTH through the Old Testament Book of His Prophet Ezekiel in chapter 36 verse 5 and chapter 11 verse 15. This Prophecy was to Israel not to Jewdah.

    The most recent occasion being under the U.N.O. charter of 1947, which took the Land of Israel away from the British, who are its rightful owners and who had held it under the British Mandate since recapturing it from the Turks, on the 9th of December 1917, during World War I, which was in exact fulfillment of God’s Prophecy concerning “the treading down of Jerusalem, by the gentiles, for 2,520 years”. That “treading down” ended, exactly, to the day, as prophesied more than 2,520 years in advance, on the 9th of December 1917, and the U.N.O. gave it (Palestine) to the Idumean converts to Judaism, who are not racially decended from Judah or Jewdah’s dad (Jacob/Israel) but from Jacob/Israel’s brother, Esau.

    The word Brit-ish is Hebrew and it means “The People of The Covenant” or in other words “The People Israel”. Brit is Hebrew meaning The Covenant and -ish means exactly the same in Hebrew as it does in English, which is, “the man or people of”. So Brit-ish means the man or people of The Covenant – The People Israel, who are the only people with whom God has made an Everlasting Covenant, the terms of which are written in The Torah* – Pentateuch.

    As were Idumeans, Ashkenazi converts to Judaism (Talmud styled) are counterfeit-Jews.

    The People Israel were/are a white race, but there were other white races, so, one cannot make an assumption all whites are chosen people; even though racial Israelites are white. The point is, we are dealing with Identity-theft (those who say they are Jews, but are not); which is why they are correctly referred to as counterfeit-Jews not descended from Israel. As much as one is called “Jew”, converting to any organized-religion does not make it so. God did make a Covenant with a race of people. He Did. The New Covenant expanded It.

    1. Though I have found it utterly useless to debate with followers of “British-Israelism” about their delusions, I will say this much about their idea that the name “British” is derived from the Hebrew B’rith Ish, meaning “men of the covenant”. In Hebrew B’rith does indeed mean “covenant” and “ish” does indeed mean “man”, but if you want to say “men of the covenant” in Hebrew you would say Ish-B’rith and not B’rith-Ish.

      The suffix “-ish” in English denotes derivation and doesn’t mean “man” at all. “Child-ish” doesn’t mean “man of a child” but “like a child”. The original form of this suffix is -isk as it still is in the Scandinavian languages.

  13. ROCK ME

    She asked me maybe I could share her sorrow
    For all the men that tried to treat her wrong
    Though just a baby awaiting her tomorrow
    It’s rock me baby , rock me baby , all night long

    She needs an answer to her confusion
    Someone to guide her with tenderness
    But then she’s askin’ for a solution
    All that she gets , you know , is something like this

    I don’t know where we come from
    Don’t know where we’re goin’ to
    But if all this should have a reason
    We will be the last to know

    So let’s just hope there is a promised land
    Hang on ’till then as best as you can

    Everybody’s ill , you know it fills her with compassion
    That’s why she tries to save the world alone
    She helps the needy in her own fashion
    And tries to give them all her own


  14. Waiting For The Beast to Fall

    Spilled soulless
    and deformed
    from antiquity’s womb

    Of greed wed to victim blood
    and merchant power

    deeded money-changer Pharisees
    Gamblers all.

    Arising then
    for Napoleon

    And Bolshevik-Zio thieves
    of lives

    again to fund
    world twice at war

    To rule all

    How long
    must survivors wait
    For the Beast to fall?

    1. All comments posted by our regular commenters ought to appear at once as published. If you are experiencing mysterious deletions, please let me know. This is an anomaly as we have not deleted any comments for a long time. (Our deleted folder has lots of comments in it which we have not deleted, but these could be duplicated comments which are deleted automatically.)

  15. Those with talent to express their sentiments through poetry have a great advantage in that any legal prosecution is almost impossible.
    I ain’t got it but can enjoy vicariously, like a chairbound cripple in a ballroom.

  16. Ideally, Ave Verum Corpus should end on Aten rather than Amen, but in this case The sounds are beautiful enough.

    1. @ Karen

      It’s good to know that it was the vino that made you go off on a tangent, Karen. You’re usually not an air-head so I was thrown off-balance. I saw it as being an anomaly anyway. Yes, Ingrid, I am “gifted” with a “tongue-in-cheek black” sense of humor. No, I do not have any young women [ or any women of any age ] chained to a basement wall, for I don’t have a basement. They don’t build houses with basements in Florida. I don’t know why. It’s a shame, lol. I’m not a “crabby” type. I do, however, turn curmudgeonly real fast when Uncle censors my posts, as he many times does, like censors 80% of the posts I send in to DM. Just today, for example, Uncle censored a post I sent in about “Pope” Francis. I can’t for the life of me figure out why Uncle would want to censor that post. It was very on-target regarding the true nature of the Novus Ordo Francis. Censorship makes me curmudgeonly — but never crabby, never that. I do, ultimately, take everything with a grain of salt and with aplomb, even snide, catty remarks and back-handed compliments, 😉 .

      TOBY: Joe, I am the only monitor in the world who actually trawls through the SPAM folder searching for gems of wisdom which I can approve. No one else bothers to sift through their spam in this way! I’m doing this as a favor to you. Most of your posts (sometimes 10-20 a day) are off-topic and far too long to read, each the length of a short article. You don’t even bother to break up this stream-of-consciousness stuff into separate paragraphs. I have to do it for you! Be thankful for small mercies and remember you are banned from every other website in the northern hemisphere! 🙂

      1. TOBY TO TROJ: Can you please make your posts shorter and more relevant? And preferably NOT in one paragraph.

        SavitriDevi[L] In La-La-Limbo-Land : I just LERV mein hero-avatar-GOD Hitler so much, that’s why I made sure to high-tail it out of Europe about, OH, about 2 seconds after mein beloved hero-avatar-GOD took power in Germany and made sure to go to the safety of the Himalaya Mountains in India while WW2 was raging in Europe. I simply detest those catlicks, don’t you? That’s why I always simply LERVED the Catholic Jesuit Teilhard de Chardin, he was like so hindoo and that is like so cool and groovy!!! I was like so fortunate that it worked out so that I finally didn’t have any pressing personal reasons to stay in the safety of the Himalaya Mountains of India after The War was over! How convenient is that!! That’s because I have Good Karma!! Though I do feel awfully bad I couldn’t be in Europe when my beloved and Sacred hero-avatar-GOD was in power in Germany. What a shame, and it makes me sad to this day, 😉 . Isn’t it horrible the Americans dropped those NUKES my Goddess Kali LERVS so much on Japan, 🙂 . I pray every day to my Guru Ga Ga Ganda in Benares for all the animals who died horrible brutal violent deaths during WW2. That’s cause I’m real spiritually superior and ascended over the rest of Mankind!! It was a Hoot the publishers of my erudite “Lightning and The Sun” sat on the manuscript and waited for the death of that awful pacelli to publish my work, they sat on IT for two years, as if they knew what was going to happen in the catlick church after Pacelli was dead and gone. As if “We” knew the church would be totally usurped for the benefit of and the fruition of the NWO that my beloved and Sacred Hindoo Kali Lervs to kibbles-and-bits! Isn’t the Novus Ordo church just simply appalling, the Novus Ordo church even recognizes my Hindooism as something equal to Catholicism, maybe even more superior to Catholicism, oh boo hoo hoo hoo… the church is so corrupt….. Isn’t it a shame what happened to the church in October 1958, 1958, the same exact year the church was usurped for good just happened to be the very same exact year the publishers decided to publish my extraordinarily erudite Masterpiece “The Lightning and the Sun”. Oh boo hoo hoo hoo hoo… the catholic church is so corrupt, oh boo hoo hoo hoo hoo….. How telling it is that my Masterpiece was published the very same exact year the church was so usurped for the fruition of the NWO, how telling it is that the REAL TARGET, THE MAIN TARGET, of the Nazism I LERV so much was and is always The Real and True Catholic Church which always historically protected Europe and the West from mein Hitler’s beloved and Sacred Islam-On-Jihad against Western culture and civilization, especially against the High Culture of the West [ which was always based on Catholicism, based on Catholic ontology and principles ]. With me and mein Hitler, there was NEVER any issues between my hindooism and his Islamicism, like sometimes there’s problems here in India between Islam and Hindooism. “We” qabalah alchemically fused Islam and Hindooism together, in the land of ancient PRE-xtian mormo, now called donmeh Turkey! Long Live donmeh Turkey were so much qabalah alchemical fusion of world’s religions get jew qabalah alchemically fused-together for the fruition of my beloved and Sacred Kali’s long-awaited World War Three!! That’s why I always LERVED the catholic Jesuit Telihard de Chardin. He’s an Honorary Hindoo!!! Heck, he would feel totally at home in the land of mormo now called donmeh Turkey!! His catholicism so-called is like sooooooooooo jew qabalah alchemically fused with all sorts of qabalah garbage just like my Hindooism is all bullshit!! I wonder many times if he learned his “Catholicism” in donmeh Turkey, just like my mein beloved Nazis of the Third Reich learned their “Aryan” religion. Who knows? In addition to being a devout and devoted Hindoo, I just LERV Islam too, especially Islamic Jihad Islam, that’s cause that’s was THE RELIGION of mein beloved Sacred hero-avatar-GOD Hitler, and I’m his devoted sacred Priestess!!! Long Live donmeh Turkey where so much alchemical fusion of the world’s major religions get fused together for the benefit of and the fruition of the JEW NWO!!! Don’t you just simply detest those joos….. all the jews want is war and destruction, Heck, the jews even want an all out NUKE war just like my beloved Hindoo Kali Goddess calls for an ALL OUT NUCLEAR WW3 in order for Her to spiritually and religiously satiated… Remember now everyone–> Be Nice To The Animals!!!

  17. But the women in Florida can’t relax, or shouldn’t relax, that’s cause there’s a Bafath UFO base right down the block from me where the Everglades swamp are. The Bafaths have a UFO base down the block from me. When they’re not flying their UFOs in and out of the base, they shape shift into alligators so no one will know they’re really Bafaths. There’s rumors going around in my Florida neighborhood the Bafaths just LERV air head ditzy broads the most. God knows, there’s plenty of ditzy air-head chicks in Florida for the Bafaths to choose from when they want to bring some chicks back to their UFO base. Saturday nights are the busiest night at the Bafath UFO base. The UFO’s just zip in and out of the swamp like nobody’s business. I know that’s true because I once saw a Meier footage shot of a UFO over a palm tree. We got a lot of palm trees here in Florida so ipso facto I know we have a lot of UFO bases scattered around in those murky Everglade swamps.

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