Bin Fappen appears in a video with his fellow field jihadist, Azzawahiri. They are visibly joyous from glad tidings that have come to them from the house jihadists over in the Gulf. That categorization has been done to expand our connection of history’s rise to obsession with Jewishness. House jihadists certainly know their game is borne out of Europe’s inferiority complex vis-a-vis Western Church Jewry and its offshoots in the Eastern Church realm. Field jihadists die clueless. The news that the fools in South Asia are smiling about in that video are about mockery of Bin Fappen that our guy made on Facebook. House jihadists typically mistook it for objective proof of Allatheocracy’s claimed therapeutic consequences. That our guy observed Bin Fappen’s serenity, and connected it to his misfortune of fanaticism, was never processed as gibe. House jihadists relayed the post as support of some Quranic verse that requires Allatheocrats to be calm as they are being abused. Slightly prior to Bin Fappen’s long overdue execution, house jihadists switched strategy. The same domestic unit that had flown to Hamas-occupied Gaza to talk Allatheocracy suddenly became insightful analysts of global affairs. Their new manner, that some would call secular, was expressed by the older tribal chief taking the back seat. The younger one would come afore as matters heightened in their ridiculousness. In Gaza, the older tribal chief, Lunatic-pere henceforth, admitted his involvement in suicidal jihadism on camera. Those who know the sublanguage Arabic can read his lips as he says fashala jihaaduna. It loosely translates to ‘our jihadism offput him’. As if somehow it wouldn’t have.
The connection between that trip and his love interest in college is what was introduced here about Labour Zionism. Officially, the jihadist state claims that there are two types of Bedouins: city dwellers and sorry ones out in the desert. All Bedouins have to be suicidal jihadist Allatheocrats so that’s all vapour. If anyone has difficulty detecting the plagiarism then such a person shouldn’t be here. The vision of to-be Israel that writers such as Jabotinsky popularized is what consultants sought to market the Gulf state as. It is the same lousy thinking that the Mountbattens have been paying people to drill the Kenyan elite with. What could otherwise be dignified proper-language media betrays its involvement in this conspiracy everyday. That they target certain kinds of people is apparent and bothersome. Persistent reference of office work as if it is the only valid human activity has been in the airwaves for long. Newspaper columnists do not hide their alliance with those financed to cultivate the urban middle class. There are a lot of people in this country one wonders how they made money. Profiles of businessmen are ever being published. We’re supposed to believe that someone can rise from a butcher to a prime real-estate owner. Other businessmen ought to have started as charcoal dealers and somehow ended with beer franchises. Even better, the connection between European Jewry and bling has been sought in the way of a famous gemstone dealer. Our guy’s crush had grown up in a household that fits this ideology. Not that she spoke much about it but this motherfucker was made to join dots.
They had crossed paths prior to starting the university curriculum. He’d observed her stunning beauty at a college his family had paid for him to start a now-useless accountancy course. She’d been there for her legal training in partnership with a curious institution connected with the ANC. Then they sat next to each other in a sociology lecture. He laid his game and her eyes widened and rolled with pleasure. An odd number of weeks later she suggested that they visit her family’s other home in the distant north of the country. It cannot be ruled out that that was a deft way of getting him to see what he’d gotten himself into. He likely would have met the father and siblings as well as some important friends within that social class. Her politics were clearly uncritical of the elite. His were on a path of the utter contempt that you read here. In Gaza Lunatic-she was the matriach of Allatheocratic jihadist subfemales. Later after their belief that he’d left the mulla college suicidal collapsed, this domestic unit of lunatics started faking something else. Elsewhere you were presented with the route that Hitchens entered this guy’s life. Then Hitch died and writers said whatever they could about him and his career. Our guy’s enjoyment of Hitch’s ultraeloquent ouvre was hastily adopted by consultants for jihad. Their terrible reading of Kingsley’s fantasy about Mrs. Mountbatten informed the antics that Lunatic-she put her face on. Later when he flew to the country, she struggled to appear analytical with Lunatic-pere and de Sarkozy present. In between, our guy’s accurate description of his love as soft-headed had been passed over to them.
Lunatic-fils is in a picture sitted with two females on an unlucky day for them. They appear Blackish but one can’t tell whether they are Gulf Allatheocrats masquerading as American Blacks. They certainly are not the type that lives as it is prescribed by Cardi B and others. That image is our lead to the conceit that these crazies amuse themselves with in private. The person our guy fell for was focused and had it all figured out. Other girls looked up to her. He was impressed that what he was struggling with at that time she had already achieved. Their encounter coincides with spread of leftwing anti-America and Jew-obsessed commentary on the tragedy of September Eleventh. His story with vetting claims goes all the way back down to grade school. He remembers being charmed by the simplicity of what he came to know later as Germ Theory. As he expanded his knowledge of causes and effects, he did not want ideology to trump science. In statecraft, it appeared as if activities remote from independently-verifiable reality were winning. African tribal-nationalist mobilization made him sick. It led the mind to valuation of otherwise risible thought patterns as witchcraft. To be proud of oneself was to fall under ethnic-nationalist predators. Languages were supposed to have no objective value. One’s capacity with, say, English was appraised with contradiction. Allatheocracy, being a form of non-Western, non-Biblical and anti-Christ nativism was supposed to be loathed for its incitement of suicidal jihadism but respected as an anti-imperialism front. And so forth.
His discovery of Hitch was a delight given they shared the anti-Left joke. He’d concluded that Allatheocracy is unchallengeable tyranny while still among Allatheocrats. As he devoured Hitch’s work, the girl pulled off a marriage. The groom was no surprise as he was of the same middle-class variety that Kenyan university-educated types tend to be. That kind of family that, at that time, was able to channel in not less than a hundred grand in just four weeks. Such are the people who are able to afford the kind of education that leads them to managerial jobs in the scam that is corporate Kenya. Our guy had seen them together on campus and thought he was appropriate. Parents on both sides would be pleased. The marriage is regnant given Lunatic-she started lying that she was a relationships advisor/pro as Queen B had been blogging about love meanwhile. Lunatic-fils would jet into the United States and read a speech that contained bits from insights that our guy had shared with people he hawked clothes with in downtown Nairobi. The insight stage of this domestic unit’s lunacy was undertaken for the same reason as terror. Israel is supposed to have killed US Navy personnel and Uncle Sam did nothing. The incident was actually a mistake but since members of these prophetic lineages were involved, there must be something shady about it. Queen B being solidly urban middle-class, and the rural settlement that our guy has been more out than in all his life, are what we’ll find absolutely useful as we solve crimes sponsored by that sordid lineage of murderous freeloaders calling themselves Mountbattens.
For now, we’ll let up with a comment about romance. Queen B was loved within space and time. Our guy was impressed by her intelligence and career orientation. She was different from the others who had little or no concern for revenue attraction. He was likewise but the scale and scope of his interests were vastly different. Understanding safety and security of human resource, his own that the jinxed Mountbatten conspiracy sought to defraud him foremost, and the cargo that proceeds from it, was the core desire that drove him. He could see she was blown away as she got carried away and almost kissed him before the lecture hall emptied for them to have a lesson. He touched her cheek once and watched her close eyes with satisfaction. To put through your mind that a menopausal Allatheocrat has evidently likened herself with Queen B is torture. The Bedouin wrecks that have to live and bear children with Lunatic-fils will come into this. For those females that have been brought into this matter, put this on record: Our guy’s favourite line in rap comes from Jean Grae: Alone in this world; that’s how I came in it. Beside Queen B and this variety of honest labour, our guy loves nobody and nothing else. That she’s with someone else shouldn’t matter. Gross wags who have no respect for them as a non-Allatheocratic family will bring up carnal knowledge. If what we hear about his performance indoors is true, then she’s really the one who’s missed something. There’s no fun here, ladies, if you’re not above petty and puerile conduct. You’d be dealing with a Mossadish human bullshit detector. Soon you’d be gone like Camron poof poof… get out. Queen B would never force herself on anyone who didn’t seek her out. Enough.
