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June, 2009


15
Jun 09

July Surprise

a fanciful map created by Kc4 and modified by me, but you fill in the blanks...

a fanciful map created by Kc4 and modified by me, but you fill in the blanks...

Well, we’ve been telling you,

Hinting, winking, even hoodwinking you…

Don’t tell a lie, we’ve been preparing you, we the lunatic fringe, the insane outcasts of your polished world, we have been telling you…

The world, if you want to call it that, for it is not more than a superfluous rash, is about to flare up into a nasty and fatally-flawed-yet-irrelevant-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things hemorrhoid in the summer heat…  Only the fire guardians will keep the beat.

Iran has been fomented into the much anticipated NWO campaign of consolidation…  Summer of hell is about to hit the fan!  so buckle up…

This will be a bumpy ride, but don’t complain that we haven’t been telling you!

Pissing Pieces of Peace with Sweet Pees, we’ve been telling you…

But Wait!

If the masses of malleable automatons storming the streets of Tehran are not sufficient to stir the blood bath, here’s an emotionally stirring piece of propag to get our boys over there…and the gunships ablaze, Metallica blasting through the headphones amid the prancing cavalcade of M1 Abrams…  Oh how very epic! …and the films that would be scored, the heroes that would be carved under the penmanship of dreamers…

How the engine churns the same with every generation afoot, marching to the tune of puppeteers, of soulless traitors of hope…

So believe in your caricatures, in your made-up inculcated fantasy…  You’ve been spoon-fed a world of ghosts populating the catacombs where your late-departed soul once gleamed — yeah that dead memory tethered to the crevices of your flesh – a prisoner in your drifting corpse…

Just listen to the music, just listen to it move you to send your sons to that glory’s cry:  The Stoning…

Guardian of fire, smith of Radiant Daggers fashioned from the ore of yore,
-Iliad Alexnader Terra

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14
Jun 09

Sick with a Child

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Margaret Sanger

The following excerpt is written by Diane S. Dew:

Margaret Sanger:
Editor of
The Birth Control Review from 1917 to 1938.

Founder of Planned Parenthood, the largest abortion provider in the world.

Her goal in life:
Sanger admitted her entire life’s purpose was to promote birth control.
An Autobiography, p. 194

Helped to establish the research bureau that financed “the pill,” she contributed toward the work of the German doctor who developed the IUD. “Ernst Graefenberg and His Ring,” Mt. Sinai Journal of Medicine, July-Aug. 1975, p. 345, in Margaret Sanger: Father of Modern Society, by Elasah Drogin

Sanger espoused the thinking of eugenicists — similar to Darwin’s “survival of the fittest” — but related the concept to human society, saying the genetic makeup of the poor, and minorities, for example, was inferior. Pivot of Civilization, by Margaret Sanger, 1922, p. 80

On mandatory sterilization of the poor:
One of Sanger’s greatest influences, sexologist/eugenicist Dr. Havelock Ellis (with whom she had an affair, leading to her divorce from her first husband), urged mandatory sterilization of the poor as a prerequisite to receiving any public aid.
The Problem of Race Regeneration, by Havelock Ellis, p. 65.

On eradicating ‘bad stocks’:
The goal of eugenicists is “to prevent the multiplication of bad stocks,” wrote Dr. Ernst Rudin in the April 1933
Birth Control Review (of which Sanger was editor). Another article exhorted Americans to “restrict the propagation of those physically, mentally and socially inadequate.”

Sanger featured in Life magazine, 1937, “Margaret Sanger celebrates Birth Control Victory.”

“The most merciful thing that a large family does to one of its infant members is to kill it.” Margaret Sanger, Women and the New Race (Eugenic Publ. Co., 1920, 1923)

-Diane S. Dew

scared

May 2009 near Montgomery Mall, in Potomac, Maryland

So, that was then, and this is now:  I took this photo a few days ago…

This poster was plastered all over town in one of the most affluent neighborhoods north of Washington DC, staring at every migrant worker waiting for a bus-ride home.

Is the girl portrayed in the poster frightened? disturbed? inconvenienced? scared?

Perhaps she’s “sick with a child? infected with another being invading her body?

Perhaps the child is a parasite which she needs to be liberated and rescued from?

Where is her husband, boyfriend, father, mother, sister, brother…  Is she all alone?  why?

Who made her alone?

Why does she need to call for help?  why would strangers help her?  what do they want from her in return?

Why is it all about her?

What if the child is scared?  who does “it” call?  same number?

Is she… was she… herself a parasite who got away — did she infect another woman with her coming to being at one time?

She is certainly not blessed and beaming with radiance, is she?

Where’s her maiden dress aglow in fertile beauty?

Is she a criminal for being poor?  is that her crime?  is there an abortion magazine for her?  celebrating her helplessness in high glossy adverts?

Is she one brown-skinned burden too many?  dammit!

Can’t she be culled down like the deer population munching on our pristine manicured gardens?

We do say that the deer population needs to be thinned down to remain healthy, why is that taboo when referring to humans?

What a world we have come to, what an insane little pathetic farce of a world, steeped to the hilt with the venom of self-deceit.

Too many silly questions, but someone’s gotta ask them, right?  No?

Perhaps they can help answer our questions: Optionline

Or maybe these shiny people, Margaret’s followers, can help plan our future: Planned Parenthood.  They must be doing something right, look how far they’ve reached into middle earth!

-Iliad Alexander Terra

Planned Parenthood's global reach

Planned Parenthood's expanding global reach

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10
Jun 09

Our New God

I’m speechless…

This lunacy is so trenchant that it renders my very psyche bereft of hope…

Slowly America is being brutally raped in broad daylight…  We watch this nation bleed while our hands are tied and our voices gagged and our very souls crucified…

The dawn of a new god is upon us.  And we’re asked to bow…

Like a powerful disease a new beast rends the flesh of its prey and watches death with bloodshot and impervious eyes, devoid of empathy and remorse…

Yet it’s not Obama, for he is not even real!  I have developed whiplash just watching him read robotically from left to right on his Teleprompters…  He’s just an empty shell, a hollow robot, and a tragic man…

The real story is the craft of the new religion-makers, the Masters behind the veil atop their pyramid.

Welcome to inevitability on a scale beyond your wildest nightmares.

on “The Road
-Iliad Terra

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7
Jun 09

moments…

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7
Jun 09

Counting

Sailing across Elysian fields, counting...

Sailing across Elysian fields, counting...

Counting stars on a Saturday afternoon
Across soft-milk alabaster,

Courting danger on a beach, marooned
On a cross of disaster,

The drummer beats his soul for all to hear,
As she seals his fate.

So… counting stars on the dark side of the moon,
In the end that’s all that matters…

-Iliad Alexander Terra

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