They’re all strange, but these…
The death of Hawaii Health Director Loretta Fuddy precipitated by a plane crash was ruled an accident. Birthers say it was murder, ordered by Obama to keep her quiet about the President’s birth certificate (or lack thereof). But accidents do happen and sudden cardiac death is a common cause of death.
You may recall that birthers have said that the reason that the State of Hawaii has been 100% consistent in support for the story that the President was born in the state is because of secret threats to state officials to drown the islands in a tsunami triggered by a government research project called the High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP), blamed by conspiracy theorists for everything from the destruction of the space shuttle Columbia, to floods and droughts, to chronic fatigue syndrome. Now does anybody believe that 6 inches of snow and 50 mph winds in Hawaii are just an accident? Obviously Obama is reminding the people of Hawaii of what will happen to them if they tell the truth about his birth certificate.
We now return you to your regularly-scheduled critical thinking.
He is from Kenya?
In one of the funniest bits I’ve seen in a while, the team at The Colbert Report [segment starts at 2:42] has produced a documentary about one lone citizen trying to make a difference, Phillip R. Steele of Deer Trail, Colorado. Steele wants his town to issue drone hunting licenses. The story itself dates back to last July [story at Denver’s Channel 7] , but the Colbert team disclosed a major new twist in the story in their broadcast this past Wednesday: Steele is a birther.
When asked if he had any message for Barack Obama, Steele said, “Go back to Kenya.” That was followed by a pause and then, “He is from Kenya?”
You can get your suitable for framing drone hunting license for $25 (although the town hasn’t approved the ordinance yet). You can also get charged with a crime for shooting at an aircraft, warns the FAA.
It’s a self-published book by Bensa Magos (an anagram for “bag ass omens”). View a “trailer” below.
In his newest book, The Phrenology of Barack Obama, author Bensa Magos returns to reveal the secrets behind the occulted past of President Barack Obama using the pseudo-science of phrenology. Magos uncovers natural, unnatural, and preternatural features of "Manchurian Candidate" Obama’s cranium and brainpan, including the mysterious "head scar" which the mass media refuses to discuss. Causes for the head scar range from CIA brain-implants to a partial lobotomy by his puppet master handlers, as well as the most shocking revelation: that Obama once had a horn. Magos follows a trail of evidence that leads from Obama’s brain surgery and dehorning, to government Mind Control programs like MKULTRA and MONARCH with roots in the Nazi Occult, and ultimately to the satanic endgame revealed by the Demon Horn of Moloch."
The only place I could find to buy a copy was on eBay.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, lived a good king and queen. The land was fair and prosperous, but one day there appeared in the forest near the castle a wicked witch, and, as you might imagine, things became less fair and prosperous after that.
The witch was very old and very ugly. She had huge bushy eyebrows and a nose that was so long that you wouldn’t believe me if I tried to describe it to you: some said that it looked like a gurney. Well, what happened was that people who wandered into the forest fell under the enchantment of the witch and, no matter who they were, or what they looked like before, they turned into very old and very ugly people with exceedingly long noses. The witch, who was evil at heart and always trying to turn good things into bad, also gave the people a grumbling attitude so that they never tried to solve their problems, but just shuffled around grumbling all the time.
One day, the king and queen went riding abroad in their royal carriage, and the king remarked to the queen: “How camest it to be that so many of our subjects are old and ugly and have such long noses?” They rode on farther and the queen remarked: “How camest it to be that there is such grumbling in the land, when the weather is fair and the crops are bountiful?”
When the king and queen returned to the castle, the queen went up a long and winding stair, into the highest tower, to a door that was locked with twelve locks. The queen unlocked each lock and then entered a wondrous room that was decorated with mysterious wooden carvings overlaid with gold and inset with jewels. On one side there was affixed to the wall a silver mirror and on the sides of it were two candles in golden candlesticks, and the candles never went out. (Of the creation of this room and its remarkable objects, no tale tells, the castle being very ancient.) The queen approached the mirror and asked in rhyme, as her mother had taught her:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why’s there grumbling, one and all,
And why the brows all rough and ferny
And noses long just like a gurney?
The image of the queen in the mirror began to swirl and twirl, and in place of the queen’s image, there appeared the image of Belinda the Wise (the good witch of whom many tales are told). The kindly voice of Belinda replied:
Deep midst the forest, down in a ditch,
There lives a foul and evil witch.
To save the land, and people dear,
The king must go. There he will hear
Three tasks to do, but should he fail,
The king will die, and all shall wail.
That was disturbing news. The queen loved the king very much, and was afraid that he might die, and so she didn’t tell him about what the mirror had said about the tasks. Well, as you can imagine things just got worse and worse. More and more of the people fell under the spell of the witch’s enchantments. Nobody tilled the fields; nobody milked the cows. The cobbler and the blacksmith stopped their trades. Soon there was nothing to eat, and naturally they blamed it all on the king. Indeed, people took to coming to the castle and shouting bad things to the king, saying that they needed a new king, one who make the crops plant and plow themselves, and the cows milk themselves, and the shoes and tools make themselves.
The king was very distressed by this turn of events and decided that he needed to take some time off alone to ponder the solution. So he decided to go hunting in the forest, taking his heroic steed Valencia, his faithful hound Marvo, and his shotgun KABOOM. And he set off towards the forest. Continue Reading →
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