Until Multimillionaires are Taxed Hard and Billionaires Eliminated, then the Lobotomies of the Lottery Laggards Will Continue -- Dynomite and Shazam!

and my news feed is all buggered up with Jewish People are Supreme & Rich People are Geniuses fucking bloody mother fucking MIC and Business stories/articles/lies

Before I rhapsody over the complete fuckery of modern Homo Consumopethicus, the complete insanity of the middle or middlings, the complete fucking crimnality of the traders in death, drugs, bombs, real estate, options, crypto, social media, all these fucking mindless and mutated stories about this rich fucker and that fuckng bullshit offensive weaons story, and the homelessness and the hungry, what have you, we have this mother fucker to epitomize the fucking drooling for billions more fucking elite class of fucking Jews and their Jewish Lickers and Boot Shiners.

Die, mother fuckers, DIE:

Yeah, such terrible things Fuck You Berg takes off his fucking CIA Fuck You and the Horse You Rode Into Town One Social/Unsocial Media BOOK.

Cunts of that fucked up Jewish line:

Yemen? Blow these fuckers UP.

US tycoon Mark Zuckerberg has celebrated his father’s birthday with his family aboard the megayacht Launchpad, with which he sails through Mallorcan waters.

The founder and owner of Meta, parent company of Facebook, Instagram and WhatsApp, is enjoying a few days of rest accompanied by his wife Priscilla Chan, his three daughters, Maxima, August and Aurelia, with whom he arrived last Friday, and also by his parents.

In 2023 his wake in the island’s waters was occupied by Jeff Bezos (60), owner of Amazon and a dizzying fortune of 204 billion dollars. The New Mexico tycoon also chose the Balearic coast to unveil his mega-yacht, the Koru, a formidable three-masted schooner for which he paid 500 million euros.

Bezos arrived on the island by private jet with his partner, the presenter and fellow countrywoman Lauren Sánchez (54). A helicopter transferred them to the 70-metre auxiliary boat, which has its own helipad. The Koru’s support boat is bigger than any yacht owned by the local rich. From there they jumped into their super yacht for a romantic trip around the Mediterranean.

And as there are no two without three, this summer the island has just welcomed a new tech guru megayacht. This week the Launchpad, owned by Mark Zuckerberg (40), the Silicon Valley wunderkind and owner of Facebook (now grouped under his Meta platform), arrived in Mallorca. The blue-hulled yacht was built by the Feadship shipyard, the same as Jack Ma’s, and is valued at 300 million dollars. It is 118 metres long, can accommodate 24 guests and was delivered on 14 May, Zuckerberg’s 40th birthday. It costs 30 million a year to maintain.

The Celebrities Yacht

The sisters of the Kardashian clan have also spent a few days in Mallorca. Kylie and Kendall Jenner left a colourful trail on their social networks for their 700 million followers to see their Balearic journey, pouting on the deck of a boat in forced wiggles, strolling through the streets of Deià and eating a ‘posh’ version of spring cake, fruit and cream. But where did they stay? The Jenner sisters were on board the yacht ‘Rising Sun’ owned by mogul, producer and Mallorcan summer regular David Geffen. On its splendid deck (for years it has been among the 10 largest yachts on the planet) celebrities such as the Obamas, Tom Hanks, Leonardo Di Caprio and Bruce Springsteen have sailed.

The Launchpad has been docked at the elitist Club de Mar. This is where the great floating palaces of the summer in Palma dock, among them the Venus, the mega-yacht that the guru of all these new gurus, Steve Jobs (Apple), never got to enjoy due to his premature death and now belongs to his widow. Its design, with its neat straight lines, the work of Philippe Starck, is reminiscent of one of Apple’s computers.

Zuckerberg’s boat has been cruising the coastal waters, anchoring in Cala Fornells. Its 48 crew members have been fine-tuning it while awaiting the arrival of its owner, who is allergic to public exposure.

The following statement from Hamas, entitled “A call for global public mobilization against the Zionist aggression on Gaza and the siege in the north, denouncing the war of genocide and starvation, and supporting the resilience of our people and their rights,” was posted Nov. 13, 2024, on Resistance News Network.

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We call on the peoples and forces of our Arab and Islamic nations, as well as all freedom-loving people worldwide, to escalate all forms of demonstrations and mass marches this coming Friday, Nov. 15; Saturday, Nov. 16 and Sunday, Nov. 17 across all cities, capitals, and public squares in the Arab, Islamic, and global arenas. They should surround the embassies of the zionist entity and those of its supporting nations, in protest against the ongoing zionist aggression on Gaza, denouncing the siege of its northern regions, and exposing and condemning the genocide war and starvation inflicted upon the civilians of our Palestinian people.

Furthermore, we urge the denunciation of U.S., British, and German support for the occupation in its war and aggression against Gaza.

Let the voices of freedom ring out loud and clear against the zionist crimes and massacres against our people in Gaza for over a year, against the starvation of our people in the northern Gaza Strip, and against the ongoing genocide war on innocent civilians.

Our steadfast and patient people in Gaza look to the masses of their nation and to the free people of the world to participate actively and to exert pressure by all means until the aggression ceases and the genocide ends.

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Back to fucking LALALALA Landia: Yes, mother-fuckers, more and more children are coming out the c-section of vagina fucked up mother-fuckers. A little hormone disrupter here, a little brain-sapping pesticide-plasticide-insecticide-herbacide-fungicide here and there, and we have a nation of allergic, failure to thrive, no-way-reading, upside down talking mother fucking kiddos of the AmeriKKKan realm.

But the fucking National Enquirer NY Post has their version of stupid:

This is why fucking medicine, doctors, are fucking below any curandera or shaman by a factor of 100.

Exposure to endocrine disruptors, substances that mimic the action of female hormones, has been linked to a higher risk of autism, as has exposure to other environmental toxins.

But the preferred answer from mainstream clinicians is that increased awareness and improved screening, as well as the simplification of the diagnostic criteria for autism spectrum disorder which took place in 2013, are the main drivers of the increase in diagnoses.

I’m not buying it.

I have been a family doctor for more than 30 years.

OK, maybe increased awareness and screening have played a role, and without a doubt the 2013 changes in the rules for diagnosis do make it easier to say that a kid is on the autism spectrum.

But my firsthand experience tells me that something else, something big, is being overlooked.

Here is my take on what’s happening.

Imagine an 8-year-old boy who is defiant.

He’s rude.

Disrespectful.

He talks back.

Twenty years ago, the boy’s teacher would have spoken to the parents.

The teacher would have said, “Your son’s behavior is totally unacceptable. I need you to teach your son what is expected, the basics of what’s required in a public school classroom.”

Now imagine the same boy, same classroom, same school, today.

The teacher today is likely to say, “Your son doesn’t seem to understand social norms. He appears to have what we call a deficit in social-emotional reciprocity. He may be on the autism spectrum. Have you thought of having him evaluated?”

In the new edition of my book “The Collapse of Parenting,” I call this problem the medicalization of misbehavior.

The fucker/mother fucker doctor has zero experience in dozens and hundreds of school districts. Fucking stupid mother fucker. Yes, the environment HAS changed, and the pollution, the fucking hog blood ponds, the aerosols, the fucking cross contamination, clear cuts, a list of 10,000 chemicals in mamma’s womb, the fucking bad food, bad drugs, bad vaccinations, bad water, all of that, and so so much more mother fucker. Nah, EMF’s not a factor, Nah, 4 and 5 and 6 G not a factor. This is what makes the world a fucking whore house of non-confrontational democrats and fucking wife-beatin’, baby fucking Republicans.

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Turn the mother fucking kiddos into home schooled retards, fucking freaks who continue the freakdome and infantilization of the fucking USA public: Trump's pledge to axe the Department of Education explained

This is what those fucking wife beaters and blue collar millionaires and crocodile-tears-for-Blue-Angels-flyover motherfucking football loving cocksuckers. Throw that mother fucking agency out in total, yep yep.

One of the key promises President-elect Donald Trump made while campaigning for the White House was to abolish the US Department of Education.

The federal agency, established in 1979, oversees funding for public schools, administers student loans and runs programmes to help low-income students.

Trump has accused the agency of "indoctrinating young people with inappropriate racial, sexual, and political material".

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Fucking religion, man, fucking white men and their fucking war mongering Jesus Fucking Christ.

State Superintendent Ryan Walters emailed every Oklahoma superintendent, saying he's requiring all Oklahoma schools to play a roughly 90-second video to all enrolled children and send it to their parents. District leaders said there was a recall notification sent after the first email, followed by a third email with the same video and mandate.

Pray, mother fucking Americans, pray for that your fucking stock portfolio buldging with profits with this fucking Jesus Christ the Jew Warrior answering our prayers: “Raytheon is in full focus today after receiving a new power beaming contract from the U.S. Army. A division of RTX Corporation RTX +0.20% ▲ , this well-known defense contractor produces a wide array of technology, primarily with applications for the commercial aerospace and defense industries. According to a statement released today, Raytheon has been awarded a new Army contract to develop wireless power beam technology, which transmits energy over long distances through electromagnetic waves.”

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Jesus Fucking Jewish Hannibal and Samson Directive Fucking Little Big Man David Christ, pray pray for jobs creation programs, err, pogroms: Army awards contract to build new TNT production facility in Kentucky.

Kentucky, Scopes Mother Fucking Monkey Trial Country: 155mm artillery projectiles are stored during manufacturing process at the Scranton Army Ammunition Plant in Scranton, Pennsylvania.

Kentucy: Creation Museum. This exhibit is about the Scopes Monkey Trial. A television plays a continuous video loop, indoctrination style, telling us about the horrible people who fought against teaching God’s word, and informing us that the movie Inherit the Wind deliberately twisted events to make Christians look bad.

My Old Sweet Jesus is a TNT Purveyor Kentucky.

Oh, those fucking blockhead Goyims. Golly.

Haredim flock to Rachel’s Tomb to pray for the IDF – and for God not to make them enlist

On the anniversary of the matriarch’s death, Israel’s ultra-Orthodox community sees no contradiction in asking her to protect the soldiers while protecting Haredim from serving

Look at these devolving fucking creatures of the Talmud.

Poor fucking dinosaurs:

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Switching to the fucking cunt Kusher-Trump LLC. Watch out, ‘Epstein and Weinstein in the house’: Exclusive: Woman told House Ethics panel she witnessed Gaetz having sex with minor, lawyer says — Matt Gaetz resigned from Congress Wednesday after Trump picked him for AG.

House Speaker Mike Johnson stated on Friday that he would strongly request the House Ethics Committee not to release the findings of its investigation into former Rep. Matt Gaetz.

Dudes and dudettes. I KNOW that is the face of a fucking rapist, and child rapist at that. Something in the eyes, chin, mouth, fucking forehead, ears, hair, you get the cockroach picture. He should be fucking shot in the balls, heart and brain.

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Shifting to mother fucking poetry!

Oh those fucking Jews: AI-generated poetry is indistinguishable from human-written poetry and is rated more favorably

Read the fucking “science” article, man, and you will see how far the golden fleece award now has gone into the statosphere:

In early 1975, psychologist Ronald Hutchinson was proceeding smoothly with studies investigating why rats, monkeys, and humans clench their jaws. The work, bankrolled to the tune of $500,000 by several federal agencies over a decade, had placed Hutchinson at the forefront of research into the biological causes of aggression.

But that April, a fiscally conscious legislator from Wisconsin skewered the research with a “Golden Fleece Award,” the second ever, designed to he bestowed monthly upon the agency responsible for “the most outrageous example of federal waste.” And over the next two years, Hutchinson’s grantors pulled out their funding, one by excruciating one.

So began Senator William Proxmire’s tempestuous relationship with scientists, a relationship that may end this month with the 73-year-old Democrat’s retirement. Although citizens of every bent lauded most of Proxmire’s fleeces for the rest of Washington’s bureaucratic money sieves, many scientists feel that when Proxmire picked on academia,...

So, the Democrat from Wisconsin decided to highlight the frivolity by issuing 168 “Golden Fleece” awards every month from 1975 to 1988.

Kicking off what would become "the most successful public relations device in politics today,” according to The Washington Post, Proxmire gave his first award to the National Science Foundation for spending $84,000 ($420,304 inflation adjusted) on a study on love.

“I believe that 200 million other Americans want to leave some things in life a mystery, and right on top of the things we don't want to know is why a man falls in love with a woman and vice versa,” the senator said in 1975.

Notice penis fucking face Bezos versus his ex-wife: While Jeff Bezos funneled millions into AI to teach robots household chores, his ex-wife Mackenzie Scott made a far greater impact by quietly donating $65 million to transform lives through a New York nonprofit.

The donation, which made a dent in her net worth ($39 billion, according to the Bloomberg Billionaires Index), a gesture likely to bring her immense pride, was made in late October to the community-development organization Local Initiatives Support Corp., or LISC. No small amount, it goes without saying, this is the largest contribution in the organization’s 45-year history, and also the largest known single donation by the author in 2024.

Scott has been in the news recently for unloading more than 45 million shares in the online retailing giant. She is making waves with her charitable endeavors, and this marks the second grant to LISC, building on a $40 million gift in 2020 that was used to seed programs to narrow gaps in health, wealth, and opportunity, particularly for communities of color. The new funding brings Scott’s total support for LISC’s work to $105 million.

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It’s all connected in a disconnected world of Israel-USA-Klanada-EuroTrashLandia-InBred UnUnited QUeendom chaos.

"Today, we prayed for rain to decrease smog, though it is caused by humans' own mistakes," said Muhammad Ejaz, 48, who led prayers at a mosque in the sprawling provincial capital Lahore, adding the prayer aimed at seeking God's forgiveness for people's sins.

The province, Pakistan's most populous, grapples every winter with smog, but air pollution has worsened in recent years, as a result of cold air trapping dust, low-grade diesel fumes and smoke from illegal stubble burning on fields.

THEY ARE FUCKED:

“Nearly 2,800 housed as Oregon's Project Turnkey turns motels into shelters”: Take the fucking motels over, and take all abandoned buildings OVER: In 2020-2021 Oregon legislators approved a $74.7 million budget to assist state communities with purchasing local motels and converting them into emergency shelters. This gives people the option to have private rooms, access to food, and other services that aren’t found at other shelters.

Another key difference is people are allowed to stay in these sites for at least three months and aren’t required to vacate during the day. "The solution to homelessness, of course, is housing and other resources,” Anna Rockhill, one of the researchers on the project told KATU News.

Dynomite!

Shazam!

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Yeah, AI and AGI will not write my mother fucking poems because there ain’t no fucking digital brain PATTERN, fuckers!

Dystopia Blues—Who Will Write a Song about Ice Caps Melting When All Music Dies?

My photographer: Makenna Haeder is 20 years old, lives in Spokane, born in El Paso, raised by me and her mother. She is in a group show in Spokane, Five Women Photographers.

Her spirit is eco-socialist, Zen and a troubadour for goodness and deep reflection in her art. She is of this generation, in the depths of a 7.5 billion humanity killing planet. She is in the center of a small town and tree-filled county going through growth spasms—white flight from California, the investor class dumping investments into a place they will never call home, and a people thinking they want the moose, cougar, bears, trees, but who learn the way of bulldozing and planting invasive species to make home look like some Martha Stewart country dream.

For now, the little town of Spokane is her sheltering sky, but her vision is that of artist and wanderer, and she is ready to blossom—explode—into the next new woman hidden in her spiritual chrysalis.

I – She Aspires to be Renewed as Neo-Caucasian

Anglo woman looks at the sign on TV– “Bodies for Sale”
in a time when Shell is paying a million a minute for
Superbowl time, each Tagaeri and Waorani in Ecuador
eating the crude for instantaneous death
Capitalism drawn by these signs to sell organs
in the slums where a dollar a day is average
where the ghosts of the Ache in Paraguay
feel the belly ache of landowners spraying bullets at night
hogtying children and women for slavery
pushed off land so sugar and coffee and soy
rule, kings of the new seeds

She's now looking at the Macy's depiction of beauty
negative size 1, airbrushed and a whiteness like hers
like alkaline of receding rivers flaking on stones
wonders where the darker ones hide, or how chubby
is real but never revealed, or where the clothes
flowing like Cinderella's pumpkin ball gown
are sewn, manufactured, Bangladesh, Ceylon, Viet Nam
or was it Honduras and Haiti and Mexico
how that child of farmers ended up squeezed in with
a thousand others stitching the signs of success – Fendi, Valentino, Armani, Versace
Prada, Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci
words that roll off tongue like melted butter, as beautiful as butterflies aloft
she wonders how it is a purse crafted of amphibian goes for $99,999
Hermes Satchel of Australian Porosus crocodile
Catherine Zeta Jones and Victoria Beckham proud owners

Alkaline sister was asked to listen to You Tube by Latina prof
hear the words of Vandana Shiva, witness the cracks in her country's
theater of the absurd of Free Markets Growing Families, each digital image capturing
another ten thousand Indian farmers, laced with death through agra-devils
poisons and fumigants, and assassin seeds like the red foam
of their own suicides, by the thousands in Shiva's country alone
torn from subsistence, broken by dwindling rain and desiccating
wells, while water barons suck dry for Everything Goes Better with
CocaCola, so these Michael Jordans and Donald Trumps
make $40,000.00 a minute for their lugubrious smiles
she wonders how she fits in, white grad's aspirations to own her own boutique
sustainable, organic, slave free, never-tested-on-animals, ethically-
sourced fabrics, wonders where the value will be added, if this is
what peers laugh at, or how it can be she flies the Skies of United
shops Target, eats fish and chips at Red Lobster, but demands cloth
free of pesticides, made for/by/in a cooperative somewhere in the Andes

Our guera complains when the reading assignment is fire, memory of fire
Galeano, the Americas she will never know, conquest, rebellion, rape
slash and burn . . . she will tell her Chicana professor Starbucks pays and college
charges and the likes of a sustainable life is nothing but dream
like a Molotov thrown into the sky, and she wonders where it will burn
how many more useless things must a white woman do to be labor ready
sold for her syncopation with machine, something “meaningful”
in coding, maybe medical work, charging and recharging, capturing
and recapturing algorithms of insurance companies' formulas

I

IX – Sky Women Falling to Earth

she's looking for neotribal sweat lodge, people leaving cities where spigots locked by the might of comptrollers, Detroit closed for business, she takes people out of the Apocalyptic realm of the Rust Belt, the Chicagos, seeking benedictions from first people's, their Turtle Island's last runs of Coho
where sacred falls were covered by dams – dams for the razing of forests, dams for the neon of interlopers, dams for Fat Boy and Hiroshima clouds - she is there, holding the sage of Montana, smoke rising, new tribes daily created by the hedge fund impresarios , the un-people, the tribes of drone killers gone AWOL, seeking their victims' absolution, locked in Hellfire optics, she's there, soup kitchen and organizing skills, holding the power of community on the run, refugees as the world burns, singeing with typhoons of desiccating winds, the cloud servers short-circuited but she is remade, back to the nomads, Hah-nu-nah, she draws muskrat, his big heaps of earth thrown on the back of tortuga, poetry of this place fused by tribes, wisdom and colonizers, forgotten passages she sings into transmigration of souls, Monarch butterflies, lost in jet streams, trade winds the atomized Fukushimas, untold stories of monster fish, Monsanto salmonid mixed with brother eel and two ocean-separated species glued to new DNA, they are Frankenstein, Hah-nu-nah, turtle island, purifying, the industrialists and data-byte gods, dying now, but their armies still fed on the blood of ancients, the intelopers, cutting into the back of turtle, gashing into the root of why we are here, she sings songs to her people, too, the middle passage inheritance of the Manifest Destiny, she calls out their slave owners' ghosts, finds the strands of good DNA, from the people of the conquest, listens for the calls back from Chinook, carrying that seed from books, Parable of the Sower, women like her, seeking a new remembering of who we were as a species, 4 million years before the gash of totalitarian farming, before toxic fires and plowing religions pushed all brothers and sisters of air, water, earth, into heaps, before sister soil and brother bacteria were clawed for wheat, all other animals the thing of cultivators' destruction, she sings songs, Diaspora's victims follow, the new seed the sun shrivels, but she brings people to hope, new ways, pushing the seeds of the engineers back to the sea, and they grow only what should be gathered, carrying the flax of old strains, whittling roots, learning music, playing auntie and uncle for the young, watching stars realign into the pathway away or out of White Man-Woman-Child's destruction . . . . on the backs of a million turtles, swimming into a new world!

Epilogue

The total adherence of systems, following orders, those marching codas that get you into the climate change movement, the feminist brigades, the liberal camp, all the silly cultural skirmishes, those toadies running for office adhering to populism, to the stench of the times, exceptionalism, xenophobia, god's chosen people, god's other chosen economies, barefoot and pregnant in all our collective classless anti-intellectualism, those clubs and movements and limited and limiting dialogues, silo after silo, all those big pictures whittled down to maximizing costs, economies of scale, what the focus groups prevail, each grain of sand in the controller's bag of tricks, pathogens, the rot starting inside out, like two-bit actors they ruminate, hold sway over kingdoms, count pennies and hoard billions, the toxins propaganda or particulate, wave after wave of plastic Barbie, flotsam for each new generation, we wonder how they determine thumbs up for death and thumbs down for extended death . . . . the west with its Gazas, a thousand Gazas, strip mining of entire cultures, robbing the poor and recruiting the uneducated and drowning beauty with Portland Cement . . . coffee plantations and vast seas of crops holding synapse-dousing engineered pharmaceuticals, each tribe lobotomized, in the brains of the manipulators, stores and stores of red tipped body perpetrators, more and more arms and flying toxins, the world is atomized, our guts like ant farms for the nanoparticles, bacteria cloned from cancers, monkey serums hypodermic delivered, cages sent like platelets in the souls, experimenters putting water boards in junior high school, PTSD delivered like mealy pizzas to every door of the 80 percent, the poverty like all the toppings for 9.99, each gulp filled with payloads of the controllers dye #55, rainbow color #999, chicken parts fed to chickens, salmon gagged and tagged fed soy beans mixed with road kill, flesh seeded with Red Dye #43, those Buffets and Kochs and Bloombergs and Bezoses, snickering as they invest in belly transplants, corner the market on insulin, hunt for more methods to scab over workers, the drip-drip-drip of memory erosion, history pelted on cereal boxes, the only three dimensional learning is pixels, palm-sized cinemas, ice cream planted with hoary investors' smegma, each loan tracked and cataloged and pinpointed by drone, each scar recorded, each loose tongue vaulted away, each and every blink counted and taxed and charged, future children a billion blinks in the hole before exiting birth canal, placenta sold cheap for stem cells and magic potions for the billionaires, so their wrinkles vanish and spots turn to George Hamilton tan, but we know tar and feathers, way too good, though, at 195 degrees, the ooze and dunking could get interesting, these Ivy leaguers squealing like the pigs of their lipstick dreams, feathers harvested from the Chicken Nuggets farms, guys and gals, mostly wives, children like hens, puss and bubbled, skinned alive, hot La Brae mixed with plucked features, some amazing dream, no nightmare in this house, cages rattling now, the chimpanzees let loose with their PTSD, their bruised physiology, cyborgs, Disneyfication now just a word, all theme parks sandbagged, all emptiness filled with mist and air and sun and moss, entire planet sizes replanted, reseeded, renegotiated. . . . Take a number at the asylum, pecking orders filled at the counter, the diagnoses like craps, these chosen ones, calling the shots and culling the masses, each one of us a mark, made by a thousand little el capitans, each pip like a history of villages exterminated, these compliant academy graduates, as if accepting Oscars for Obliteration, high horse, you and high hosed off, into the gutter, their passion plays, money for nothing, each mouse move on screen, a billion made, a thousand jobs, in the drain, our sewer lines filled now with us, no knights in shining armor, albeit, Robin Hoods, nothing left in us except the pigsty nature of it all, resistance through ignorance and spiritual dishevelment, they have us tagged, numbered, scanned and monitored, we sleep awake and dream in our prisons, dreaming of pools and go-go dancers, dreaming of mansions and ribboned poodles, the drip-drip-drip of the marketing, each ad like Ebola sloughing into our souls, maybe there all along, ever since Buddha, Mohammed, Moses and Jesus, whatever flavor we get, robes and all, hands like brittle starfish, their indigestion signs from the dark side of the moon . . . . the synergistic thing of it all, played out like sick and sad dramas, children trapped on the spectrum, families in primal scream 24-7, all those hiccups a reflux into terror nights, children hooked on Red Bulls, adults swaddled in prescriptions, the cheap read wine poured and pulverized, bids on oversized papasans, children buckled in, close ones out there, highways to hell, malls to madness, theme parks on every corner, swarms of smarmy clowns, broken arrows, broken treaties, they still teach about Sitting Bull, but only at the Wild Bill Show, maybe-maybe something gets through on NationalPropagandaRadio, but holding breathes could be bad for your health, already calculated by supercomputers, already put down as destiny, each penny pulled from each dollar another gold palace built, chosen ones, chosen few, progeny running around like sultans . . . . a dark fruit pectin in the stomach, soldering and sewing, boys into geriatric all in five seasons scrubbing metal with acids, each suicidal thought at Apple Store China, a tribute to their control of madness, their own multimillionaire madness perverted into $300 an hour, lawyering up when entire towns need salvation, the real lord of democracy, anarchy, but the controllers eek out their comeuppance, yessiree, another war and space ship launched, a million microbes and a trillion dollars, yippee, bombast and buccaneers, the fourth grade educations of Trump & son, Palaces made of mad money and mafia love, millionaires punching clocks, selling the shit storm that is Mercedes-Med-Feminine Hygiene-Lies a Million seconds a minute, Cable TV, but there are rats jumping ship, looking for some corner, fornication, numbers tripled in a day, exponential magnificence, the hoards the ones hell-hole loving, billionaires with a tinge of spectrum smile, wives all gussied up like art history failures, a hundred charities better than the people, swept off the streets at 3 am, better than the encampments, seeking some slice of territority, away from the madness of the man, the levy artists, PayDay Loan virtuosos, all the hangers on sucking teeth for the big payout, thank your very much controllers, banks, financiers, the unholy mess that is capitalist!

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Mother-fucking Jewish and Jew Trained Goyim AI cocksuckers can’t do no shit. I don’t need no stinking puta madre chinga AI Badges!

The original version of the line appeared in B. Traven's novel The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1927):

"All right," Curtin shouted back. "If you are the police, where are your badges? Let's see them."

"Badges, to god-damned hell with badges! We have no badges. In fact, we don't need badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges, you god-damned cabrón and chinga tu madre! Come out there from that shit-hole of yours. I have to speak to you."