Godzilla thread
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I actually have a godzilla poster i bought a few months ago, but didnt get the chance to put it up
SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUSTUPID CONDOM SLURPING FAGGOT
Master_of_Orion
Ediot
From the 90s it's this one:
Master_of_Orion
Ediot
Newer ones this one:
Has anyone seen shin Godzilla?
Ive seen that one, its good
Lmao looks like a trex, no wonder it failed lol
Did you know that Godzilla would NEVER EVER even THINK of using a crappy android phone? It's true, Godzilla is 100% an Apple and iPhone bro
Ha! Well then you clearly don't know Godzilla very well.
Good morning from the west side of cleveland!
Jerry
monkey with internet access
i heard about godzilla
MurderGuaranteed
retard
Jacob Grubstein, proprietor of American Loan Brokers, in Syosset New York was having a very bad day. Jacob, a Hasidic jew born in Washington Heights Manhattan to Rabbi Milton Grubstein and Sarah Lipschitz in 1967 was birthed with a pronounced hunchback and an enormous hooked nose. His delivery at the maturnity wing of Beth Israel Hospital was a difficult one as his freakishly large nose and spinal deformation made childbirth a 30 hour challenging ordeal for the doctors that required forceps, copious slathering of vaseline and a crowbar which resulted in compression of the front part of the skull causing irreparable damage to both frontal lobes of the brain. To say Jacob was slow growing up would be a fair assessment and reason why his parents kept him in the basement where he was malnourished, neglected and survived on eating bugs and rats that found their way into his locked and darken room. His beady small eyes, unusually close together, gave him an appearance that was hard to look at without feeling something sinister was going on in his head. Growing up in such solitude, ostracism from family and dire environmental conditions Jacob constructed a fantasy reality whereby he was God.
From Syosset, take Rt 135 south all the way to the South Shore and you'll end up in Seamans Neck Park. There 75 year old Hildi Smidt was walking her little white bichon, Cookie, along one of the mostly abandoned slips, when suddenly the dog began to pull on it's leash and start to yip uncontrollably. Hildi looked down toward the murky water and saw what appeared to be a thousand small crabs moving and roiling atop a small floating log. Then she saw the small human arm bob up from the jet black water from under this weird thing covered in moving crustaceans.
The police used a fishing net on a long aluminum pole to retrieve the mostly crab-eaten body of a small child from the polluted salt water that surrounds most of Long Island.
Two of the three cops on the scene became nauseated and started to dry heave as the decomposing body oozed foul smelling innards that dropped through the openings in the net and splattered gelatinous globs of unidentifiable material on the ground as the tiny crabs scurried back toward the water and slid down the bank back into the hell from whence they came.
It would take the coroner's forensic team two weeks to figure out exactly what they had.
Jacob had been mugged quite a few times in the past, but this last one was a doozy. Sneaking out of the synagogue at dusk, Jacob knew it was risky. It was the middle of the month and the feral niggers would be desparate having spent all their ho's welfare money by then. Of course that meant the chimps would be broke and a lame jew would be like finding a sick or young wart hog on the Serengeti to a starving lion or a pack of hungry jackals.
The coast looked clear, Jacob swallowed hard, a quick left-right glance and he hobbled as fast as he could across the parking lot toward the safety of his drab olive green 1990 4-door oldsmobile. Jacob was two feet from the car when the lights went out and he suddenly found himself on the ground getting stomped, punched, and his pockets being riffed through by frantic ape-like paws. He tried to protect his head with his arms but that vicious kick to the nuts made his arms reflexively go down and that's when the tire iron struck him across the jaw knocking out half his teeth. He could hear one of the niggers grunt out some ebonics about "this fuckin jew be a broke bitch.....Now he gonna pay for wastin my time being a broke bitch". That's when Jacob felt his shirt being ripped off his body and the shearing pain stabbing across his back. The nigger carved a large crude happy face deeply right on the middle of Jacob's hunch. A scar he would carry for the rest of his life, like a permanent mark from a branding iron as seen on a steer headed for the slaughter house.
After this particular vicious assault, Jacob knew there was only one thing that would quell the unbridled anger and rage that tore at the inner most core of his being......he would need to find a victim.
2:30am found Jacob covered in sweat and pulling up his zipper as he staggered down the 2nd floor hallway. He just consumated the Tulmud mandate of defiling Sarah, his 3 year old daughter. As prescribed, he made sure his penetration never went beyond his circumcision scar. After all, he was a good jew. He was proud of that fact. However, Jacob was never fully sated by this weekly ritual. Sarah was too compliant and she said those nasty things whispered in his ear that always took the mick out of his yiddy way too quick. "Behold the piglet grows too fast into a sow", he thought. "Can't wait till some sucker jewish boy takes her off my hands". He loathed her and hated his duty to break her in. He much preferred the tight little anus of young nigger boys.
In the bathroom, Jacob splashed cold water on his face, looked in the mirror at his bloodshot eyes and said to himself, "fuck it". Throwing on a shirt as he quickly went down the stairs, out the front door and into the night.
Zip ties and duct tape......tools of the trade.
Just before daylight we see a shadowy figure slither between the two duplexes and enter one through the rear basement door. All of the houses in the neighborhood were built in the 1930s just before the war. Some have been smartly renovated and while others wore their age poorly. Jacob's house was of the latter variety with a decided shabbiness about it. The basement was dark as if the damp dank atmosphere sucked the life out of the light bulbs as they struggled to illuminate this dungeonesk cellar replete with abundant cobwebs and many dust covered old things haphazardly strewn about. Like a rat accustomed to dim dark places, Jacob stealthfully navigated his way through the obstacle course of clutter to a side door that needed a key to unlock. Once inside this small room no bigger than a closet, he turned on another dim light and reached into his pocket and pulled out the zip lock plastic bag. The inside of the bag was smeared with blood making its contents hard to discern. He held the bag up to the light and there he could see the boy's hacked-off small genitals within. This gave him an immediate erection that demanded attention. His desperate abuse took no longer than one minute, and when he was done he opened the zip lock bag and placed its contents into a large pickle jar containing formaldehyde and about a dozen other small scotum with their attached yet tiny mangled
es. Suddenly he was startled by a noise directly over his head. It was a creaking floorboard caused by his wife walking around upstairs in the kitchen. He quickly put the pickle jar on a shelf along with the many other pickle jars of his collection, left the room, locked the door and made his way up the basement stairs as he contrived a lie to tell his wife what he was doing down in the basement this time of the morning. Telling the lie was the easy part for him. Lying to him was as natural as swimming is to a fish. Effortless.
Jamillia Jackson was a 25 year old unrepentant crackhead. She had 14 of her children taken away by the state. All she had left was 7 year old Jamarcus Blot Jr. who she managed to keep by hiding him in the oven when DYFS was sent to investigate. Jamarcus, at that tender age, was well enabled to take care of himself out of necessity due to his mother's frequent drug induced blackouts and unexplained disappearances for weeks at a time. It was during one his mother's absences when Jamarcus went missing. He was last seen alive on surveillance camera at the 7-11 on Union Avenue at 3AM January 12th during a raging snowstorm. The clerk said he thought Jamarcus was a midget and totally unaware of his actual age when Jamarcus presented a phoney ID in order to purchase a pack of New Ports and 3 Black and Milds. Jamarcus could be seen walking out of the store on the survaillance video seemingly escorted by an odd looking man wearing a surgical mask and a tattered overcoat. They got into a nondescript older sedan with missing license plates and drove away disappearing into the heavy snowfall.
"Look what the cat dragged in!", exclaimed morbundly obese Tamiqua Williams upon seeing her cat, Fluffer-Nut, carrying something in it's mouth into her section-8 apartment at the end of Runyon Street.
Upon closer examination she was startled to realize the cat had clamped down upon the severed ass cheek of a young child.
There was money missing. A lot of money missing. Rubin Kline, the comptroller and resident accountant for the oldest synagogue on Long Island in Syosset proper, couldn't believe his eyes. Nearly 2 million of the temple's liquid assets had vanished. Loss prevention from Goldman Sachs was called in to do an audit and the police were called in and commenced interviewing those affiliated with the congregation. As with many of these financial descrepencies involving Jewish synagogues, the unnecessarily complex and convoluted financial dealings defied forensic audit reconciliation and would've cost more to resolve than practical. The police detectives for some odd reason put the case on the back burner. The rabbi Joel Schwartz filed a claim with their insurance carrier and was quickly cut a settlement check.
Now the temple had the funds to build the sorely needed annex. The heavy equipment was conveniently standing by and immediately commenced digging the large pit for the building's foundation. That's when backhoe operator noticed something in his bucket. Upon closer examination, he saw bones. Lots of little bones.
acob always felt filthy, shame and a deep sense of self loathing everytime he left Rudy's leather bar. But his compulsion to service the gloryholes was relentless. Sometimes he would perform marathon sessions lasting 24 hours or more. Always leaving by the back door and leaving his last customer purposely unfulfilled as defiance and denial of his own twisted lust for self degradation. The darkened anonymity of these foul ejaculatoriums was the only place Jacob could escape himself and allow his jewishness full expression. Sucking the life force out of men resonated with him and came quite naturally. Of course he hated those men and he felt comfortable hating while pretending to give pleasure. With every nut he coaxed he came closer to suicide, but always refrained because deep inside he knew he was a sniveling worthless swine and too chicken to end his madness.
When he got home, he explained to his wife the filth on his clothes was caused by the city's pollution and global warming. She knew he was always lying but she didn't care, because that gave her an excuse to let the nigger garbage man cornhole her and do unspeakable other things to her while Jacob was at work. Although Jacob secretly knew about her jungle fever due to her obviously chimp-stretched and prolapsed anus he didn't care, being a cuckold was the least of his problems. Somehow he knew that trail of dead kids would catch up to him.
If it wasn't enough Jacob was born a hideous hunchback, what brought his biggest shame was his club foot. The right leg was a full 8 inches shorter than the left and this forshortened leg's height was compensated by a prosthetic device called an orthopaedic corrector shoe. Resembling one of the black shoes wore by Boris Karloff's Frankenstein character, it was block-like in nature and weighed close to 25 pounds. As a child, Jacob found it pleasurable to crush new born kittens with this shoe. Sometimes trapping the poor animal under it and then slowly applying pressure until it's eyes popped out of it's head and rolled across the floor like marbles. He also took great delight in kicking other handicapped children, especially the non-verbal kids in his class who would be unable to tell on him. He often exaggerated difficulty walking in order to garner sympathy from adults. He came to understand this charade often changed the looks of disgust he normally received into looks of pity, and he enjoyed this manipulation of other's feelings. A talent he would eventually hone into an artform.
Jacob inherited his business from his father who in turn inherited it from his father. Usery seemed to be a genetic trait in his family down through the ages. Financially enslaving naive and gullible people was like shooting fish in a barrel. And today the bulk of his business was the hapless niggers who he called schvartze, which in Yiddish means filthy dumbass nigger. With interest rates so high as to virtually guarantee the chimps would never be able to pay off the loans. But when they came into his office he warmly greeted them with a toothy smile and a free can of grape soda. Yes, he knew his clientele and he was always willing to carry them for a month or two when they couldn't pay. So long as they'd bring their kids in and let them sit in his lap. Sometimes he'd actually ejaculate right there at his desk with the little jig-a-boos wiggling and fidgeting on his lap while their mothers filled-out paperwork re-financing their loans for the umpteenth time on the other side of the desk. Jacob knew he was in competition for the nigger's money from the Chinese nail salons and the buck niggers who hung around these rachet women on welfare check day. So he always made it a point to see them first. Some of his clients have been with him for decades, he called those old ladies his 'cash cows', some of them paying back over 100 thousand dollars or more on an original loan of $500.
A sign on his office door said....'American Loan Brokers is your Best Friend'
The little Filipino boy didn't stand a chance. One minute he was there, the next minute he was gone.
It was a little after midnight when Jacob got to the synagogue. He parked around back and went in through the rear entrance reserved for the rabbis. He unlocked the door with the key he earned by his large and consistent donations to the Temple's Maimonides Absolution of Guilt Fund.
Being pitch black inside he had to use his phone's light to navigate through the rabbit warren of the many narrow hallways to finally reach the sub-basement stairwell. Three long fights downward on the old iron steps gave an eerie echo with each step. Of course Jacob's club foot sounded like a blacksmith's hammer hitting an anvil as he went down and that scared the nervous mange-ridden rodents back into their holes.
Proceeding deeper into the bowels of the of this dismal place, more narrow corridors sloped downward as the temperature dropped and one's breath vapor could been seen. Moving forward the muffled sound of singing became increasingly louder with each step. Then coming upon an old wooden door that looked like it belonged in a medieval castle dungeon. Three knocks on the door and it opened and a flood of blue light and loud blaring of men hollering nava gila came pouring out. Jacob's eyes focused upon the spectacle before him.
There he saw thirteen naked children tied to chairs with duct tape over their eyes and mouths. And circumambulating around these bound children were dozens of hasidics naked from the waist down, sporting various shapes and sizes of erections that flopped around violently as they danced and spun consumed in some sort of weird religious ecstasy. Off to the left he could see a man in a doctor's white coat wearing a surgical mask preparing hypnotic doses of fentanyl into syringes that he then injected each child one after the other.
The music and singing became louder and louder as Jacob found himself spinning and dancing around the children with the rest of the men and with his pants down by his ankles. He felt himself being carried aloft by a building and sustained transcendental orgasm. He cried, "take me into your warm bosom, Father Satan!"
Besides sadistically ending the lives of little children as a religious sacrament, Jacob also came from an ancient tribe that worshipped feces. Shit has all the attributes of ying of the yang, and the latter being everything wholesome and nourishing, the opposite, being turds....A foul smelling waste product periodically squirted out of an ugly orifice is usually done in private for most of humanity. However for the jew, this biological function is more gratifying than sex. While they try to hide this foul preoccupation from the rest of the world, when alone behind closed doors with their own kind, what they do is nothing short of horrific. Their Catskill comics built an entire industry using thinly vailed humor to disguise a systematic and morbid love of the byproduct of their filthy anuses. Put bluntly, jews have sex with shit. The women dry out their phallic shaped turds to be used as sex toys, and the men use diarrhea as lube for their masturbation. We could go on here, but for the sake of decorum we will refrain from going any further.
Jacob, in moments of reflection, sometimes wondered why his people always seemed at odds with the rest of the people of the earth. He would immediately always try to put these speculative thoughts out of his mind, and that's when the dark thoughts of conniving, scheming and thieving would wash over him and bring clarity to his sole purpose for being alive.
Jacob hated transgendered people. Even though the Tribe had taken a position to promote those freaks, and in public, Jacob made sure to let everyone see him waving his little rainbow flag. Nevertheless, Jacob received great pleasure stalking non-binary, green-haired, metal-pierced, squat, mostly obese members of the LGBTQ community and ambushing them and then hacking at their crotches with a dull rusty cleaver. There was something in the way how they squealed like little school girls when he tied them up and commenced to chopping away that thrilled Jacob. The more pitiful they sounded and the more they pleaded only made his chopping more frantic. Sometimes he got so carried away all that could be seen afterwards was what appeared to be a large pile of ground chuck with a tuft of green hair sticking out the top.
Then Jacob always made it a point to plant evidence White Supremacists committed the crime. "Such a clever jew am I", he thought, as he snickered and removed the butt plug from his ass and placed in the car's glovebox, ready for the next victim. Oh yes, he firmly believed in the Talmudic recommendation of inserting an oversized butt plug when on the prowl according to the rabbinical kabbalist's yaz. Everything sanctified and according to the law was his motto.
Jacob got the shock of his life the morning of Wednesday January 21st of last year. Arriving at the temple at 9:45am he was surprised to find the front door slightly ajar. Being naturally paranoid he cautiously entered the building. He was met with stony silence and he instinctively knew this was odd because jews are not a quiet race, especially when in a group where endless loud arguments about the most ridiculous minutia are the norm. But now the temple was as silent as a tomb. Carefully going from room to room and finding them all devoid of people. However, Jacob noticed Rabbi Stern's attache case was open and laying on the floor with paperwork strewn about in the outer vestibule of the sanctorium sidebar. But no sign of the rabbi. He walked down the west corridor toward the business office and found the office door locked. He tried his passkey and the door unlocked with a loud mechanical clang. He slowly opened the door and peeked in. When his eyes focused his brain didn't register what he was seeing. There piled-up five high in the middle of the room were the headless, armless and legless torsos of his fellow jews. Up against the far wall neatly laid out were the heads and limbs. All of the heads has their mouths wide open with their severedes shoved down the throats with the scrotoms hanging out and resting on their chins.
Jacob, horrified, staggered backwards, spun around and ran out of the building.
The detectives were able to piece together the crime scene and determined this butchery was the MO and handiwork of Venezuelan narco cartel members who were released from Venezuelan prisons, and who had crossed the border illegally.
The police chief, Tooky Runt Jr., made a statement on Eyewitness Channel-7 evening news, "His department would leave no stone unturned in order to bring these dangerous criminals to justice".
Thus far, no arrests have been made.
For some inexplicable reason Jacob felt very good waking up on that fateful day. His usual morning fog was gone and he was looking forward to stopping by the Dunkin Donuts for a cup of coffee and a bucket of munchkins to bring to the office. He got his order, thanked the clerk and walked out the door. Standing between Jacob and his car was a crazed, wild-haired, filthy, schizophrenic homeless guy. The menacing man yelled in a loud grovelling voice, "Give me a fuckin donut!" Jacob, fumbled and grabbed a handful of munchkins and held them out for the man. The man slapped the munchkins out of Jacob's hand and they scattered all over the ground. The man had a terrifying fierce look on his face and his bloodshot eyes bulged as he gave a sustained and hateful glare at Jacob. Jacob knew he was in trouble and started to inch his way backwards toward the Dunkin Donut's door. He turned around and started to pull the door open, and that's when the maniac punched Jacob full force in the back of the head. The punch was so powerful it knocked Jacob's face into the door breaking his nose into an explosion of blood and making him see tweety birds. Staggering and dazed Jacob started to yell, "HELP" in a pitiful sounding voice that seemed to really set-off the guy. He leaped at Jacob and dug his filthy fingernails into Jacob's face, ripping and tearing away at the flesh and gouging Jacob's eyes out. Jacob slumped to the ground. Then the out of control man grabbed Jacob by his orthopedic shoe, ripped it off Jacob's leg and began to viciously beat him with it.
Covered in sweat, Jacob jerked-up from this bed and gave out a blood curdling scream. His wife slapped him real hard and said, "will you shut up! You're dreaming you idiot!"
For months after the 'synagogue incident' Jacob would find himself dwelling upon the pile of bloody torsos....with this memory burned deeply into his mind he'd always feel himself begin to slowly inflate and tingle and he'd be forced to sneak off to a bathroom or any other private place to relieve the pressure. This activity became so frequent he was actually spending more time hammering himself than anything else. The friction burns on his pecker developed into thicker and thicker callouses that required more and more rough and vigorous stroking to obtain the desired relief. The muscularity difference between his arms became as pronounced as the difference between Arnold's Schwarzenegger's and PeeWee Herman's arms adding to his already freakish appearance. Spending so much time devoted to beating his meat, his business began to fail, bills piled up and the creditor's badgering phone calls became relentless. Ever present thoughts of suicide were actually more dominant than ever, but being the weak and pitiful jew he was, he was too chicken to do the right thing. So his brain would default to the normal jew propensity of devising schemes to rob people. And that's when he came upon his brilliant idea!
As an aside, back last January Jacob woke up in the hospital with his head covered in bandages and a cast on his left arm. Slowly the memory of what happened came back to him. That morning his car wouldn't start and Jacob decided to take the number 12 bus to work. The bus stop was on the corner near his home and he figured he'd be safe on the bus for the 25 minute ride to the office. He begrudgingly paid the bus fare and took a seat directly behind the bus driver. As the bus took off Jacob noticed a large man across the aisle staring at him and wearing look of disgust. Jacob tried to ignore the him when he noticed out of his peripheral vision the man had stood up and was hovering over him. The man said in a southern drawl, "You look like a jew!" Jacob timidly looked up at the man and said nothing. The man went on, "The only enjoyment I get out of life is watching YouTube videos. But what I can't stand is all those damn commercial ads that show a nigger with a White woman......here I am trying to watch something good and decent, and then I'm forced to watch some blue-gum nigger fraternizing with a White woman......and I just recently found out by reading a website that goes by the name VNN Forum, that jews are the ones responsible for putting all those niggers on Youtube". Jacob meekly said, "I don't know anything about that." The man yelled, "I think you're a liar!"
By this time, Jacob was visibly sweating profusely. He said, "please mister, I don't want any trouble." The man growled, "Are you threatening me?" Before Jacob could answer, the man proceeded to beat the living shit out of Jacob. This brutal beating went on until the next bus stop where the man got off the bus and walked away. The bus driver and everyone else on the bus pretended nothing happened. It was only at the bus terminal where the bus maintenance crew found Jacob stuffed under a seat unconscious and called for an ambulance.
Jacob's 'brilliant idea' wasn't a novel idea. Rather it was a well worn jewish strategy of breaking a promise.....commonly referred to as filing for bankruptcy. When one leads a life of pilfering and lying, it's only a matter of time before the walls close in and angry gyped people are looking to kick some ass. It pays for the rats to have an escape hatch. Since time immemorial the jew has been looking for ways to shirk their responsibility. Because jews never build anything, they've found the parasitic niche of being the middle man, a wholly jewish invention, which is really nothing more than positioning oneself to benefit off the hard work of others.
Filing for bankruptcy was something Jacob had done many times before, as a matter of fact, so many times he lost count. He could do it with his eyes closed. And just thinking about it always made him snicker to himself. A diabolical sounding snicker. Jacob's partners in crime were his lawyer and his banker and a male prostitute named Raphael who he paid to compromise people he owed, into forgetting about the debt. Jacob considered his set-up a well-oiled machine. He often imagined that he could die of a massive heart attack sitting at his desk and his operation would continue to run smooth for decades without him. More diabolical snickering.
Nevertheless, all this conniving brought about his usual friend.....that nasty little migraine.
Jacob found himself in the local Walgreens stealing some aspirin and a jar of vaseline.
28 year old Mercedes Rivera was a newly arrived Puerto Rican, who by chance walked into Jacob's office with her two kids. In broken English she said she was looking for a job. Jacob was immediately interested in both her cherubic-faced children and her heavy low slung bosoms. The fact Mercedes was missing most of her teeth didn't bother Jacob as he'd heard rumors that gum jobs were fantastic.
Jacob went directly into grooming the kids with toys he always kept in his office just for this purpose. While the children were playing on the floor of the reception room, he directed Mercedes into his office and closed the door behind them. Jacob pulled a $10 bill out of his pocket and then with a toothy grin he pulled down his zipper and moved toward Mercedes. She understood the assignment.
When he was done he threw a small towel to her so she could wipe off her face. As she wiped off Jacob's wad he snuck up behind her and hit her in the head with a golf putter he always kept in his office, killing her instantly. She dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, Jacob then went into her purse and took the $10 dollars back.
Then he had the children for dessert. (Note: deleted text: too graphic for this forum)
Completely sated and covered in blood Jacob stuffed all three into the trunk of his car and then dumped them in a junk-strewn field by JFK Airport.
"Just another day at the office", he mused, driving up the Van Wyck Expressway on his way back toward Syosset.
Jacob hated her guts. He'd been married to Ruth for 32 years and regretted every year of their toxic marriage. Of course jews don't marry for love. Love is a foreign thing to them. They marry soley for financial advantage. They consider any children coming out of their unholy alliance to be a nuisance, and this is why certain aspects of their religion delve deeply into why they must not kill their own children, but children of others are on the table.
To say Ruth was a nag would be charitable. More accurately we might say she was a shrew-ish, conniving, selfish, annoying cunt. Unable to cook, clean or do anything useful around the house. A total slug of a human being whose women's bits stunk like sour urine mixed with fecal matter. Since this topic was touched on, we'll mention jews don't wipe themselves after defecating. Only on holy high days such as Passover and Hanukkah are they permitted to scrape the hardened feces from their anal cleft. The menorah is the device they use for this purpose, while pretending to the profane the menorah is a candle opera commemorating God. Nothing could be further from the truth.
By the same token, Ruth hated Jacob and her favorite thing to do was to humiliate him in the bedroom. After sex, she would spit in his face and scream, "You are an inadequate little worm!" Then she would pull out from under the bed her massive foot long black monster
dildo, shove it deep in her butt and for the next hour and a half viciously ream herself silly.
Jacob would leave her to her devices and slink out of the house and look for a victim.
It was late October of 2021 when Jacob's psychosis went into overdrive. He had delusions of killing every living thing on Earth. He needed to hear the screams of the weakest. But he also knew big dreams start with little actions. That's why he decided to burn down the Headstart Childcare Facility in Syosset, with all the children in it.
It took Jacob less than 5 minutes to inject quick-setting epoxy into the exit door locks and another 10 minutes to place around the perimeter 6 canisters of highly flammable chlorine trifluoride gas. The blaze could be seen 20 miles away in Manhattan.
205 mostly minority children died in the conflagration along with 12 staff members.
Jacob watched the inferno from his car several blocks away while he masturbated with an animalistic ferocity while sobbing uncontrollably that was interspersed with maniacal laughter.
The police chief, Tooky Runt Jr., made a statement on Eyewitness Channel-7 evening news, "His department would leave no stone unturned in order to bring these dangerous criminals to justice".
Thus far, no arrests have been made.
This particular headache felt like his head was in a vise being incrementally screwed down and crushed. He could actually feel his temples throb and violently pulsate as his nose began to trickle blood out of the left nostril and the nausea had him dry heaving every 5 minutes. Lying in a fetal position in the bed he was like a rat caught in the corner with no way to escape the pain. Incoherent thoughts raced through his mind. He got up and staggered into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and desperately looked for anything to dull the pain. All he found was some ExLax constipation pills, an enema bag with an uncleaned tip and tiny amount of Pepto-Bismol backwash in the bottom of the bottle. No help to be found there.
He asked Ruth to take him to the emergency room. She flatly told him, "Go fuck yourself!" And she went back to doing her Search-A-Word puzzle.
Jacob staggered to his car and somehow was able to drive himself to the hospital. The ER was jam-packed with hundreds of little brown beaners, coughing and looking pitiful. The overwhelmed staff told Jacob he would have to wait and was given a vomit bag. Finally after a 3-1/2 hour wait a disheveled Hindi doctor wearing a bloodstained white coat came up to Jacob and mumbled something incomprehensible in garbled English. Jacob pointed to the side of his head and suddenly projectile vomited. The doctor did an impressive kungfu dodge move and the vomit went over his head and hit the wall behind him.
Next thing Jacob knew, the doctor was injecting him the ass with a large needled syringe. The needle went in so far it felt as though it hit his pelvic bone. Jacob let out a girlish yelp.
Then miraculously the headache quickly dissipated and Jacob felt as if he was floating on a cloud.
For a brief moment he was happy.
…in that moment, as Jacob saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made captives of the people all around him—in that moment his whole disgust for humankind rose up again within him and completely soured his triumph, so that he felt not only no joy, but not even the least bit of satisfaction. What he had always longed for—that other people should love him—became at the moment of his achievement unbearable, because he did not love them himself, he hated them. And suddenly he knew that he had never found gratification in love, but always only in hatred—in hating and in being hated.
Jacob read the following on Wikipedia..
Jacob was sort of shocked to learn Samuel Little was a nigger. Little's hunting ground was in many different states, but there was virtually no significant mainstream media coverage of this serial killer when we consider the historic magnitude of the record breaking number of murders. Jacob did note the media's persistent lie that only White males are capable of being big-time serial killers, but he didn't really care about that. His concern was that a nigger held the American record for serial murders.....and not him.
It was 2 years ago this December 14th when Jacob was sitting on the living room sofa in his underwear vigorously scratching his nuts with one hand and picking his nose with the other, when the front door was kicked in and two savage niggers committed a violent home invasion. Pointing a gun at Jacob's head, the fat nigger with the fake gold grill yelled, "gimme a reason, mutha fucker!" Ruth, hearing the commotion, came out of the kitchen and was quickly accosted by the skinny nigger with the tiny forehead and giant bubble lips. He grabbed her from behind in a hammer lock and held a carpet knife to her throat. He said in a seductive voice, "looky what we have here!" as he rubbed his crotch against her ass.
The fat nigger barked at Jacob, "where the mutha fuckin money?" Jacob hesitated and was quickly pistol whipped, knocking him out. The fat nigger, who resembled a gorilla, even hobbled along like an ape, began to ransack the house. He found no money, but he did find Ruth's jewelry in the bedroom and stuffed it into his pockets, unbeknownst to him it was all fake gold and worthless zirconians. While King Kong was rummaging through the house, the skinny nigger had already popped a woody and was dry humping Ruth's butt like a horny Rottweiler. He whispered in Ruth's ear, " You like this, bitch?". Ruth said, "please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you say". In one quick move the nigger ripped off Ruth's house dress and panties and while standing up he jammed his turgid dick up her ass. In less than a dozen strokes it was over and he let Ruth drop to the floor in a heap. Ruth seemed annoyed that's all she got. The fat nigger said, "let's go!" And they both ran out the door.
Jacob needed several stitches in his head and Ruth developed a lifelong fetish for fantasizing about being buttfucked by niggers.
Afterwards, Jacob nor Ruth ever discussed the incident.
From Syosset, take Rt 135 south all the way to the South Shore and you'll end up in Seamans Neck Park. There 75 year old Hildi Smidt was walking her little white bichon, Cookie, along one of the mostly abandoned slips, when suddenly the dog began to pull on it's leash and start to yip uncontrollably. Hildi looked down toward the murky water and saw what appeared to be a thousand small crabs moving and roiling atop a small floating log. Then she saw the small human arm bob up from the jet black water from under this weird thing covered in moving crustaceans.
The police used a fishing net on a long aluminum pole to retrieve the mostly crab-eaten body of a small child from the polluted salt water that surrounds most of Long Island.
Two of the three cops on the scene became nauseated and started to dry heave as the decomposing body oozed foul smelling innards that dropped through the openings in the net and splattered gelatinous globs of unidentifiable material on the ground as the tiny crabs scurried back toward the water and slid down the bank back into the hell from whence they came.
It would take the coroner's forensic team two weeks to figure out exactly what they had.
Jacob had been mugged quite a few times in the past, but this last one was a doozy. Sneaking out of the synagogue at dusk, Jacob knew it was risky. It was the middle of the month and the feral niggers would be desparate having spent all their ho's welfare money by then. Of course that meant the chimps would be broke and a lame jew would be like finding a sick or young wart hog on the Serengeti to a starving lion or a pack of hungry jackals.
The coast looked clear, Jacob swallowed hard, a quick left-right glance and he hobbled as fast as he could across the parking lot toward the safety of his drab olive green 1990 4-door oldsmobile. Jacob was two feet from the car when the lights went out and he suddenly found himself on the ground getting stomped, punched, and his pockets being riffed through by frantic ape-like paws. He tried to protect his head with his arms but that vicious kick to the nuts made his arms reflexively go down and that's when the tire iron struck him across the jaw knocking out half his teeth. He could hear one of the niggers grunt out some ebonics about "this fuckin jew be a broke bitch.....Now he gonna pay for wastin my time being a broke bitch". That's when Jacob felt his shirt being ripped off his body and the shearing pain stabbing across his back. The nigger carved a large crude happy face deeply right on the middle of Jacob's hunch. A scar he would carry for the rest of his life, like a permanent mark from a branding iron as seen on a steer headed for the slaughter house.
After this particular vicious assault, Jacob knew there was only one thing that would quell the unbridled anger and rage that tore at the inner most core of his being......he would need to find a victim.
2:30am found Jacob covered in sweat and pulling up his zipper as he staggered down the 2nd floor hallway. He just consumated the Tulmud mandate of defiling Sarah, his 3 year old daughter. As prescribed, he made sure his penetration never went beyond his circumcision scar. After all, he was a good jew. He was proud of that fact. However, Jacob was never fully sated by this weekly ritual. Sarah was too compliant and she said those nasty things whispered in his ear that always took the mick out of his yiddy way too quick. "Behold the piglet grows too fast into a sow", he thought. "Can't wait till some sucker jewish boy takes her off my hands". He loathed her and hated his duty to break her in. He much preferred the tight little anus of young nigger boys.
In the bathroom, Jacob splashed cold water on his face, looked in the mirror at his bloodshot eyes and said to himself, "fuck it". Throwing on a shirt as he quickly went down the stairs, out the front door and into the night.
Zip ties and duct tape......tools of the trade.
Just before daylight we see a shadowy figure slither between the two duplexes and enter one through the rear basement door. All of the houses in the neighborhood were built in the 1930s just before the war. Some have been smartly renovated and while others wore their age poorly. Jacob's house was of the latter variety with a decided shabbiness about it. The basement was dark as if the damp dank atmosphere sucked the life out of the light bulbs as they struggled to illuminate this dungeonesk cellar replete with abundant cobwebs and many dust covered old things haphazardly strewn about. Like a rat accustomed to dim dark places, Jacob stealthfully navigated his way through the obstacle course of clutter to a side door that needed a key to unlock. Once inside this small room no bigger than a closet, he turned on another dim light and reached into his pocket and pulled out the zip lock plastic bag. The inside of the bag was smeared with blood making its contents hard to discern. He held the bag up to the light and there he could see the boy's hacked-off small genitals within. This gave him an immediate erection that demanded attention. His desperate abuse took no longer than one minute, and when he was done he opened the zip lock bag and placed its contents into a large pickle jar containing formaldehyde and about a dozen other small scotum with their attached yet tiny mangled
es. Suddenly he was startled by a noise directly over his head. It was a creaking floorboard caused by his wife walking around upstairs in the kitchen. He quickly put the pickle jar on a shelf along with the many other pickle jars of his collection, left the room, locked the door and made his way up the basement stairs as he contrived a lie to tell his wife what he was doing down in the basement this time of the morning. Telling the lie was the easy part for him. Lying to him was as natural as swimming is to a fish. Effortless.Jamillia Jackson was a 25 year old unrepentant crackhead. She had 14 of her children taken away by the state. All she had left was 7 year old Jamarcus Blot Jr. who she managed to keep by hiding him in the oven when DYFS was sent to investigate. Jamarcus, at that tender age, was well enabled to take care of himself out of necessity due to his mother's frequent drug induced blackouts and unexplained disappearances for weeks at a time. It was during one his mother's absences when Jamarcus went missing. He was last seen alive on surveillance camera at the 7-11 on Union Avenue at 3AM January 12th during a raging snowstorm. The clerk said he thought Jamarcus was a midget and totally unaware of his actual age when Jamarcus presented a phoney ID in order to purchase a pack of New Ports and 3 Black and Milds. Jamarcus could be seen walking out of the store on the survaillance video seemingly escorted by an odd looking man wearing a surgical mask and a tattered overcoat. They got into a nondescript older sedan with missing license plates and drove away disappearing into the heavy snowfall.
"Look what the cat dragged in!", exclaimed morbundly obese Tamiqua Williams upon seeing her cat, Fluffer-Nut, carrying something in it's mouth into her section-8 apartment at the end of Runyon Street.
Upon closer examination she was startled to realize the cat had clamped down upon the severed ass cheek of a young child.
There was money missing. A lot of money missing. Rubin Kline, the comptroller and resident accountant for the oldest synagogue on Long Island in Syosset proper, couldn't believe his eyes. Nearly 2 million of the temple's liquid assets had vanished. Loss prevention from Goldman Sachs was called in to do an audit and the police were called in and commenced interviewing those affiliated with the congregation. As with many of these financial descrepencies involving Jewish synagogues, the unnecessarily complex and convoluted financial dealings defied forensic audit reconciliation and would've cost more to resolve than practical. The police detectives for some odd reason put the case on the back burner. The rabbi Joel Schwartz filed a claim with their insurance carrier and was quickly cut a settlement check.
Now the temple had the funds to build the sorely needed annex. The heavy equipment was conveniently standing by and immediately commenced digging the large pit for the building's foundation. That's when backhoe operator noticed something in his bucket. Upon closer examination, he saw bones. Lots of little bones.
acob always felt filthy, shame and a deep sense of self loathing everytime he left Rudy's leather bar. But his compulsion to service the gloryholes was relentless. Sometimes he would perform marathon sessions lasting 24 hours or more. Always leaving by the back door and leaving his last customer purposely unfulfilled as defiance and denial of his own twisted lust for self degradation. The darkened anonymity of these foul ejaculatoriums was the only place Jacob could escape himself and allow his jewishness full expression. Sucking the life force out of men resonated with him and came quite naturally. Of course he hated those men and he felt comfortable hating while pretending to give pleasure. With every nut he coaxed he came closer to suicide, but always refrained because deep inside he knew he was a sniveling worthless swine and too chicken to end his madness.
When he got home, he explained to his wife the filth on his clothes was caused by the city's pollution and global warming. She knew he was always lying but she didn't care, because that gave her an excuse to let the nigger garbage man cornhole her and do unspeakable other things to her while Jacob was at work. Although Jacob secretly knew about her jungle fever due to her obviously chimp-stretched and prolapsed anus he didn't care, being a cuckold was the least of his problems. Somehow he knew that trail of dead kids would catch up to him.
If it wasn't enough Jacob was born a hideous hunchback, what brought his biggest shame was his club foot. The right leg was a full 8 inches shorter than the left and this forshortened leg's height was compensated by a prosthetic device called an orthopaedic corrector shoe. Resembling one of the black shoes wore by Boris Karloff's Frankenstein character, it was block-like in nature and weighed close to 25 pounds. As a child, Jacob found it pleasurable to crush new born kittens with this shoe. Sometimes trapping the poor animal under it and then slowly applying pressure until it's eyes popped out of it's head and rolled across the floor like marbles. He also took great delight in kicking other handicapped children, especially the non-verbal kids in his class who would be unable to tell on him. He often exaggerated difficulty walking in order to garner sympathy from adults. He came to understand this charade often changed the looks of disgust he normally received into looks of pity, and he enjoyed this manipulation of other's feelings. A talent he would eventually hone into an artform.
Jacob inherited his business from his father who in turn inherited it from his father. Usery seemed to be a genetic trait in his family down through the ages. Financially enslaving naive and gullible people was like shooting fish in a barrel. And today the bulk of his business was the hapless niggers who he called schvartze, which in Yiddish means filthy dumbass nigger. With interest rates so high as to virtually guarantee the chimps would never be able to pay off the loans. But when they came into his office he warmly greeted them with a toothy smile and a free can of grape soda. Yes, he knew his clientele and he was always willing to carry them for a month or two when they couldn't pay. So long as they'd bring their kids in and let them sit in his lap. Sometimes he'd actually ejaculate right there at his desk with the little jig-a-boos wiggling and fidgeting on his lap while their mothers filled-out paperwork re-financing their loans for the umpteenth time on the other side of the desk. Jacob knew he was in competition for the nigger's money from the Chinese nail salons and the buck niggers who hung around these rachet women on welfare check day. So he always made it a point to see them first. Some of his clients have been with him for decades, he called those old ladies his 'cash cows', some of them paying back over 100 thousand dollars or more on an original loan of $500.
A sign on his office door said....'American Loan Brokers is your Best Friend'
The little Filipino boy didn't stand a chance. One minute he was there, the next minute he was gone.
It was a little after midnight when Jacob got to the synagogue. He parked around back and went in through the rear entrance reserved for the rabbis. He unlocked the door with the key he earned by his large and consistent donations to the Temple's Maimonides Absolution of Guilt Fund.
Being pitch black inside he had to use his phone's light to navigate through the rabbit warren of the many narrow hallways to finally reach the sub-basement stairwell. Three long fights downward on the old iron steps gave an eerie echo with each step. Of course Jacob's club foot sounded like a blacksmith's hammer hitting an anvil as he went down and that scared the nervous mange-ridden rodents back into their holes.
Proceeding deeper into the bowels of the of this dismal place, more narrow corridors sloped downward as the temperature dropped and one's breath vapor could been seen. Moving forward the muffled sound of singing became increasingly louder with each step. Then coming upon an old wooden door that looked like it belonged in a medieval castle dungeon. Three knocks on the door and it opened and a flood of blue light and loud blaring of men hollering nava gila came pouring out. Jacob's eyes focused upon the spectacle before him.
There he saw thirteen naked children tied to chairs with duct tape over their eyes and mouths. And circumambulating around these bound children were dozens of hasidics naked from the waist down, sporting various shapes and sizes of erections that flopped around violently as they danced and spun consumed in some sort of weird religious ecstasy. Off to the left he could see a man in a doctor's white coat wearing a surgical mask preparing hypnotic doses of fentanyl into syringes that he then injected each child one after the other.
The music and singing became louder and louder as Jacob found himself spinning and dancing around the children with the rest of the men and with his pants down by his ankles. He felt himself being carried aloft by a building and sustained transcendental orgasm. He cried, "take me into your warm bosom, Father Satan!"
Besides sadistically ending the lives of little children as a religious sacrament, Jacob also came from an ancient tribe that worshipped feces. Shit has all the attributes of ying of the yang, and the latter being everything wholesome and nourishing, the opposite, being turds....A foul smelling waste product periodically squirted out of an ugly orifice is usually done in private for most of humanity. However for the jew, this biological function is more gratifying than sex. While they try to hide this foul preoccupation from the rest of the world, when alone behind closed doors with their own kind, what they do is nothing short of horrific. Their Catskill comics built an entire industry using thinly vailed humor to disguise a systematic and morbid love of the byproduct of their filthy anuses. Put bluntly, jews have sex with shit. The women dry out their phallic shaped turds to be used as sex toys, and the men use diarrhea as lube for their masturbation. We could go on here, but for the sake of decorum we will refrain from going any further.
Jacob, in moments of reflection, sometimes wondered why his people always seemed at odds with the rest of the people of the earth. He would immediately always try to put these speculative thoughts out of his mind, and that's when the dark thoughts of conniving, scheming and thieving would wash over him and bring clarity to his sole purpose for being alive.
Jacob hated transgendered people. Even though the Tribe had taken a position to promote those freaks, and in public, Jacob made sure to let everyone see him waving his little rainbow flag. Nevertheless, Jacob received great pleasure stalking non-binary, green-haired, metal-pierced, squat, mostly obese members of the LGBTQ community and ambushing them and then hacking at their crotches with a dull rusty cleaver. There was something in the way how they squealed like little school girls when he tied them up and commenced to chopping away that thrilled Jacob. The more pitiful they sounded and the more they pleaded only made his chopping more frantic. Sometimes he got so carried away all that could be seen afterwards was what appeared to be a large pile of ground chuck with a tuft of green hair sticking out the top.
Then Jacob always made it a point to plant evidence White Supremacists committed the crime. "Such a clever jew am I", he thought, as he snickered and removed the butt plug from his ass and placed in the car's glovebox, ready for the next victim. Oh yes, he firmly believed in the Talmudic recommendation of inserting an oversized butt plug when on the prowl according to the rabbinical kabbalist's yaz. Everything sanctified and according to the law was his motto.
Jacob got the shock of his life the morning of Wednesday January 21st of last year. Arriving at the temple at 9:45am he was surprised to find the front door slightly ajar. Being naturally paranoid he cautiously entered the building. He was met with stony silence and he instinctively knew this was odd because jews are not a quiet race, especially when in a group where endless loud arguments about the most ridiculous minutia are the norm. But now the temple was as silent as a tomb. Carefully going from room to room and finding them all devoid of people. However, Jacob noticed Rabbi Stern's attache case was open and laying on the floor with paperwork strewn about in the outer vestibule of the sanctorium sidebar. But no sign of the rabbi. He walked down the west corridor toward the business office and found the office door locked. He tried his passkey and the door unlocked with a loud mechanical clang. He slowly opened the door and peeked in. When his eyes focused his brain didn't register what he was seeing. There piled-up five high in the middle of the room were the headless, armless and legless torsos of his fellow jews. Up against the far wall neatly laid out were the heads and limbs. All of the heads has their mouths wide open with their severed
es shoved down the throats with the scrotoms hanging out and resting on their chins.Jacob, horrified, staggered backwards, spun around and ran out of the building.
The detectives were able to piece together the crime scene and determined this butchery was the MO and handiwork of Venezuelan narco cartel members who were released from Venezuelan prisons, and who had crossed the border illegally.
The police chief, Tooky Runt Jr., made a statement on Eyewitness Channel-7 evening news, "His department would leave no stone unturned in order to bring these dangerous criminals to justice".
Thus far, no arrests have been made.
For some inexplicable reason Jacob felt very good waking up on that fateful day. His usual morning fog was gone and he was looking forward to stopping by the Dunkin Donuts for a cup of coffee and a bucket of munchkins to bring to the office. He got his order, thanked the clerk and walked out the door. Standing between Jacob and his car was a crazed, wild-haired, filthy, schizophrenic homeless guy. The menacing man yelled in a loud grovelling voice, "Give me a fuckin donut!" Jacob, fumbled and grabbed a handful of munchkins and held them out for the man. The man slapped the munchkins out of Jacob's hand and they scattered all over the ground. The man had a terrifying fierce look on his face and his bloodshot eyes bulged as he gave a sustained and hateful glare at Jacob. Jacob knew he was in trouble and started to inch his way backwards toward the Dunkin Donut's door. He turned around and started to pull the door open, and that's when the maniac punched Jacob full force in the back of the head. The punch was so powerful it knocked Jacob's face into the door breaking his nose into an explosion of blood and making him see tweety birds. Staggering and dazed Jacob started to yell, "HELP" in a pitiful sounding voice that seemed to really set-off the guy. He leaped at Jacob and dug his filthy fingernails into Jacob's face, ripping and tearing away at the flesh and gouging Jacob's eyes out. Jacob slumped to the ground. Then the out of control man grabbed Jacob by his orthopedic shoe, ripped it off Jacob's leg and began to viciously beat him with it.
Covered in sweat, Jacob jerked-up from this bed and gave out a blood curdling scream. His wife slapped him real hard and said, "will you shut up! You're dreaming you idiot!"
For months after the 'synagogue incident' Jacob would find himself dwelling upon the pile of bloody torsos....with this memory burned deeply into his mind he'd always feel himself begin to slowly inflate and tingle and he'd be forced to sneak off to a bathroom or any other private place to relieve the pressure. This activity became so frequent he was actually spending more time hammering himself than anything else. The friction burns on his pecker developed into thicker and thicker callouses that required more and more rough and vigorous stroking to obtain the desired relief. The muscularity difference between his arms became as pronounced as the difference between Arnold's Schwarzenegger's and PeeWee Herman's arms adding to his already freakish appearance. Spending so much time devoted to beating his meat, his business began to fail, bills piled up and the creditor's badgering phone calls became relentless. Ever present thoughts of suicide were actually more dominant than ever, but being the weak and pitiful jew he was, he was too chicken to do the right thing. So his brain would default to the normal jew propensity of devising schemes to rob people. And that's when he came upon his brilliant idea!
As an aside, back last January Jacob woke up in the hospital with his head covered in bandages and a cast on his left arm. Slowly the memory of what happened came back to him. That morning his car wouldn't start and Jacob decided to take the number 12 bus to work. The bus stop was on the corner near his home and he figured he'd be safe on the bus for the 25 minute ride to the office. He begrudgingly paid the bus fare and took a seat directly behind the bus driver. As the bus took off Jacob noticed a large man across the aisle staring at him and wearing look of disgust. Jacob tried to ignore the him when he noticed out of his peripheral vision the man had stood up and was hovering over him. The man said in a southern drawl, "You look like a jew!" Jacob timidly looked up at the man and said nothing. The man went on, "The only enjoyment I get out of life is watching YouTube videos. But what I can't stand is all those damn commercial ads that show a nigger with a White woman......here I am trying to watch something good and decent, and then I'm forced to watch some blue-gum nigger fraternizing with a White woman......and I just recently found out by reading a website that goes by the name VNN Forum, that jews are the ones responsible for putting all those niggers on Youtube". Jacob meekly said, "I don't know anything about that." The man yelled, "I think you're a liar!"
By this time, Jacob was visibly sweating profusely. He said, "please mister, I don't want any trouble." The man growled, "Are you threatening me?" Before Jacob could answer, the man proceeded to beat the living shit out of Jacob. This brutal beating went on until the next bus stop where the man got off the bus and walked away. The bus driver and everyone else on the bus pretended nothing happened. It was only at the bus terminal where the bus maintenance crew found Jacob stuffed under a seat unconscious and called for an ambulance.
Jacob's 'brilliant idea' wasn't a novel idea. Rather it was a well worn jewish strategy of breaking a promise.....commonly referred to as filing for bankruptcy. When one leads a life of pilfering and lying, it's only a matter of time before the walls close in and angry gyped people are looking to kick some ass. It pays for the rats to have an escape hatch. Since time immemorial the jew has been looking for ways to shirk their responsibility. Because jews never build anything, they've found the parasitic niche of being the middle man, a wholly jewish invention, which is really nothing more than positioning oneself to benefit off the hard work of others.
Filing for bankruptcy was something Jacob had done many times before, as a matter of fact, so many times he lost count. He could do it with his eyes closed. And just thinking about it always made him snicker to himself. A diabolical sounding snicker. Jacob's partners in crime were his lawyer and his banker and a male prostitute named Raphael who he paid to compromise people he owed, into forgetting about the debt. Jacob considered his set-up a well-oiled machine. He often imagined that he could die of a massive heart attack sitting at his desk and his operation would continue to run smooth for decades without him. More diabolical snickering.
Nevertheless, all this conniving brought about his usual friend.....that nasty little migraine.
Jacob found himself in the local Walgreens stealing some aspirin and a jar of vaseline.
28 year old Mercedes Rivera was a newly arrived Puerto Rican, who by chance walked into Jacob's office with her two kids. In broken English she said she was looking for a job. Jacob was immediately interested in both her cherubic-faced children and her heavy low slung bosoms. The fact Mercedes was missing most of her teeth didn't bother Jacob as he'd heard rumors that gum jobs were fantastic.
Jacob went directly into grooming the kids with toys he always kept in his office just for this purpose. While the children were playing on the floor of the reception room, he directed Mercedes into his office and closed the door behind them. Jacob pulled a $10 bill out of his pocket and then with a toothy grin he pulled down his zipper and moved toward Mercedes. She understood the assignment.
When he was done he threw a small towel to her so she could wipe off her face. As she wiped off Jacob's wad he snuck up behind her and hit her in the head with a golf putter he always kept in his office, killing her instantly. She dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, Jacob then went into her purse and took the $10 dollars back.
Then he had the children for dessert. (Note: deleted text: too graphic for this forum)
Completely sated and covered in blood Jacob stuffed all three into the trunk of his car and then dumped them in a junk-strewn field by JFK Airport.
"Just another day at the office", he mused, driving up the Van Wyck Expressway on his way back toward Syosset.
Jacob hated her guts. He'd been married to Ruth for 32 years and regretted every year of their toxic marriage. Of course jews don't marry for love. Love is a foreign thing to them. They marry soley for financial advantage. They consider any children coming out of their unholy alliance to be a nuisance, and this is why certain aspects of their religion delve deeply into why they must not kill their own children, but children of others are on the table.
To say Ruth was a nag would be charitable. More accurately we might say she was a shrew-ish, conniving, selfish, annoying cunt. Unable to cook, clean or do anything useful around the house. A total slug of a human being whose women's bits stunk like sour urine mixed with fecal matter. Since this topic was touched on, we'll mention jews don't wipe themselves after defecating. Only on holy high days such as Passover and Hanukkah are they permitted to scrape the hardened feces from their anal cleft. The menorah is the device they use for this purpose, while pretending to the profane the menorah is a candle opera commemorating God. Nothing could be further from the truth.
By the same token, Ruth hated Jacob and her favorite thing to do was to humiliate him in the bedroom. After sex, she would spit in his face and scream, "You are an inadequate little worm!" Then she would pull out from under the bed her massive foot long black monster
dildo, shove it deep in her butt and for the next hour and a half viciously ream herself silly.
Jacob would leave her to her devices and slink out of the house and look for a victim.
It was late October of 2021 when Jacob's psychosis went into overdrive. He had delusions of killing every living thing on Earth. He needed to hear the screams of the weakest. But he also knew big dreams start with little actions. That's why he decided to burn down the Headstart Childcare Facility in Syosset, with all the children in it.
It took Jacob less than 5 minutes to inject quick-setting epoxy into the exit door locks and another 10 minutes to place around the perimeter 6 canisters of highly flammable chlorine trifluoride gas. The blaze could be seen 20 miles away in Manhattan.
205 mostly minority children died in the conflagration along with 12 staff members.
Jacob watched the inferno from his car several blocks away while he masturbated with an animalistic ferocity while sobbing uncontrollably that was interspersed with maniacal laughter.
The police chief, Tooky Runt Jr., made a statement on Eyewitness Channel-7 evening news, "His department would leave no stone unturned in order to bring these dangerous criminals to justice".
Thus far, no arrests have been made.
This particular headache felt like his head was in a vise being incrementally screwed down and crushed. He could actually feel his temples throb and violently pulsate as his nose began to trickle blood out of the left nostril and the nausea had him dry heaving every 5 minutes. Lying in a fetal position in the bed he was like a rat caught in the corner with no way to escape the pain. Incoherent thoughts raced through his mind. He got up and staggered into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and desperately looked for anything to dull the pain. All he found was some ExLax constipation pills, an enema bag with an uncleaned tip and tiny amount of Pepto-Bismol backwash in the bottom of the bottle. No help to be found there.
He asked Ruth to take him to the emergency room. She flatly told him, "Go fuck yourself!" And she went back to doing her Search-A-Word puzzle.
Jacob staggered to his car and somehow was able to drive himself to the hospital. The ER was jam-packed with hundreds of little brown beaners, coughing and looking pitiful. The overwhelmed staff told Jacob he would have to wait and was given a vomit bag. Finally after a 3-1/2 hour wait a disheveled Hindi doctor wearing a bloodstained white coat came up to Jacob and mumbled something incomprehensible in garbled English. Jacob pointed to the side of his head and suddenly projectile vomited. The doctor did an impressive kungfu dodge move and the vomit went over his head and hit the wall behind him.
Next thing Jacob knew, the doctor was injecting him the ass with a large needled syringe. The needle went in so far it felt as though it hit his pelvic bone. Jacob let out a girlish yelp.
Then miraculously the headache quickly dissipated and Jacob felt as if he was floating on a cloud.
For a brief moment he was happy.
…in that moment, as Jacob saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made captives of the people all around him—in that moment his whole disgust for humankind rose up again within him and completely soured his triumph, so that he felt not only no joy, but not even the least bit of satisfaction. What he had always longed for—that other people should love him—became at the moment of his achievement unbearable, because he did not love them himself, he hated them. And suddenly he knew that he had never found gratification in love, but always only in hatred—in hating and in being hated.
Jacob read the following on Wikipedia..
| Samuel Little, was convicted of killing three women, but later investigations linked 31 other murders to him. He claimed he killed as many as 93 victims total, three above his initial confession of 90; the FBI later confirmed a total of 60 murders linked to Little. The investigations into his crimes are ongoing. Sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole on September 25, 2014. Died in prison on December 30, 2020, aged 80. |
Jacob was sort of shocked to learn Samuel Little was a nigger. Little's hunting ground was in many different states, but there was virtually no significant mainstream media coverage of this serial killer when we consider the historic magnitude of the record breaking number of murders. Jacob did note the media's persistent lie that only White males are capable of being big-time serial killers, but he didn't really care about that. His concern was that a nigger held the American record for serial murders.....and not him.
It was 2 years ago this December 14th when Jacob was sitting on the living room sofa in his underwear vigorously scratching his nuts with one hand and picking his nose with the other, when the front door was kicked in and two savage niggers committed a violent home invasion. Pointing a gun at Jacob's head, the fat nigger with the fake gold grill yelled, "gimme a reason, mutha fucker!" Ruth, hearing the commotion, came out of the kitchen and was quickly accosted by the skinny nigger with the tiny forehead and giant bubble lips. He grabbed her from behind in a hammer lock and held a carpet knife to her throat. He said in a seductive voice, "looky what we have here!" as he rubbed his crotch against her ass.
The fat nigger barked at Jacob, "where the mutha fuckin money?" Jacob hesitated and was quickly pistol whipped, knocking him out. The fat nigger, who resembled a gorilla, even hobbled along like an ape, began to ransack the house. He found no money, but he did find Ruth's jewelry in the bedroom and stuffed it into his pockets, unbeknownst to him it was all fake gold and worthless zirconians. While King Kong was rummaging through the house, the skinny nigger had already popped a woody and was dry humping Ruth's butt like a horny Rottweiler. He whispered in Ruth's ear, " You like this, bitch?". Ruth said, "please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you say". In one quick move the nigger ripped off Ruth's house dress and panties and while standing up he jammed his turgid dick up her ass. In less than a dozen strokes it was over and he let Ruth drop to the floor in a heap. Ruth seemed annoyed that's all she got. The fat nigger said, "let's go!" And they both ran out the door.
Jacob needed several stitches in his head and Ruth developed a lifelong fetish for fantasizing about being buttfucked by niggers.
Afterwards, Jacob nor Ruth ever discussed the incident.