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When the bell fell, the liberty spilled out, in the form of blood of the Indian. Now it is our turn. Hells bells, they pretend we have an election, and I invite that death smell.
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Foreword 11-6-2006: It looks like another red letter day, almost. I see 12-6-2006 on my predict-a-ment calendar. Tomorrow is the alleged election day in th USA, the day of the ruse, another attempt by the cricket minded locusts to tell us we have a democracy. It makes my blood boil. Some have said I am responsible for the fires in Los Angeles. San Francisco Indymedia is down and out, silenced by the millionaire descendants of fascist pigs, or the subways would be blazing with the oil from the tankers above ground. I have had nothing to do with the fires in Los Angeles, because if I did, those political crickets, termites, and mole frogs known as locusts, would be burning in the flames for the prison state they have created in the USA and the dope dens they grow fat upon. Damn the regime in power, take your share of mayhem, but make a profit on the way out the sliding glass door. Never again serve the regime in power. They have turned against the veterans, just like yesteryear. America went down hill long ago, exactly when I am not certain, but there it is, and it is time for war against the elitists closed door ruling regime. Let us hoope for global war against them or "IT" if we can not resurface from the muck and mire, or let us hope for all of our deaths. Damn the elitists and fascist dictatorship and their mass media magnates. Know the time, know the clues, feel their ass, and and know whose who's.
This is a technological war, and we are losing to "IT". It is my belief that if we are going to allow Hussein to be assassinated, then we should have some of the crickets and mole men assassinated who control the USA. Our prisons and insane assylums are full of virtuous men who fell victim to the talons of the filth of the regime in power. I say strike back 1 million fold when Hussein swings. Never again serve the regime in power. They use the "IT" we will have to confront at severe disadvantageous odds. If we can not win, let us give our species global suicide and leave "IT" nothing to feed upon, except, "IT" self.
Time's a tickin, don't be late, the queen of queens is about to masturbate. Fock the beetch and fock him hard. Technology is warfare. Do not waste your time chasing their carrots, that is what I tell myself in the hour of starvation. They present a game we can not win. You can not win at another man or beings game. They must eat ravenously, they are the pigs and swine that make moles of men, crickets turning into the locusts friend.
In the picture is myself, Kurt Brown-Saint Ram Bone, auditor and reporter and artist who does not give a damn and who sees a worm named Cricket Locust up the Ass of Uncle Sam. The Democrats are bought out pieces of feces of the Republican party. Our nightmare is our hell is our nation. Let the regime fall when it bleeds. They drew forced blood through forced injections and passed a law allowing it to happen. Do not waste those fires, burn their asses. Dianne Feinstein can eat shot with Schwarzenegger. We were conned in WWII, that is a fact.