MurderGuaranteed
retard
Jacob read this somewhere on the internet, and it resonated....
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it, because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
Another group Jacob hated are the native Americans. Jacob puts them only one small increment above the nigger and only one even smaller increment below the beaner. He was well aware of the immediate psychosis alcohol inflicts upon their neolithic brains, and for that reason years ago it was illegal to sell liquor to a redskin. Only one can of beer and Chiefie Whiefie goes on the warpath. This makes them a totally unacceptable risk for loans because of the earned moniker, 'Heap-em Big Tight Ass', which in Navajo translates to 'Indian Giver'.
About 5 years ago, an older indian man came into the office looking for a loan. Jacob eyed him up and down. He looked like a grandfather version of that redskin warrior on the old TV commercial* who was crying about his Happy Hunting Grounds being turned into a shithole due to pollution and trash. Jacob thought to himself, "boo hoo, he's not getting any sympathy from me!"
Jacob asked him what sort of collateral did he have to secure the loan? The Indian opened a rather large leather pouch that was affixed to his belt. He reached in the pouch and pulled out a fistful of human scalps with a various assortment of decorative beads and feathers attached to each scalp. He held this nasty clump of horror in Jacob's face. Jacob gasped and loudly said, "what do you expect me to do with that?" "I think you'd better leave right now before I call the cops!" The old injun didn't like Jacob's response at all and his facial expression turned demonic and he began loudly yelling an Indian war cry as he pulled a stone hatchet out from under his fringed leather vest.
The Indian took a swing at Jacob and the sharp obsidian blade clipped off a quarter inch of the end ofJacob's hooked beak. Blood squirted out all over the place in a small but forceful stream. The Indian began to chase Jacob around and around his desk until he tripped and fell. This gave Jacob a chance to quickly scoot out the front door with the injun in hot pursuit right behind him wildly swinging his hatchet.
By mere coincidence a police patrol car came cruising down the street and the two cops inside the car saw this incredible spectacle, jumped out of the car and proceeded to unload their gun clips into the injun turning him into Swiss cheese.
Jacob had a ridiculous looking bandage on his nose for nearly three months. But he took pride in telling anyone who would listen the story about his own little holocaust at the hands of a Nazi Indian.
Many shadows hide behind light, and the best lies are those seasoned liberally with truth: salt covering the flavor of rotten meat
When Jacob was 14 he tried out for his high school JV football team. Not one for sports for obvious reason.....being a physically stunted freak with a hunchback, plus everyone knows jews naturally are shitty at sports. However, Jacob was seen kicking a stray tomcat cat with his orthopedic shoe. The cat flew in the air for over 50 yards and was killed instantly when it slammed into the side of a house. One of the kids who witnessed this blurted out, "Hey, Jacob, you ought to try out as a kicker for the football team!" For the first time in his life Jacob was asked to join something. He was so used to being ostracised, mocked and ridiculed.....he was shocked to hear this. At that moment he decided to try out for the team.
As tryout day drew near, little Jacob practiced kicking. He kicked everything, from garbage cans to lawn furniture. He found everything he kicked would be smashed to smithereens. He couldn't wait to sink that shoe into a real football and prove to the world he was the best kicker ever.
Standing before the football coach, in line with the rest of the hopefuls, the coach pointed at Jacob and yelled, "What the hell are you doing here?" Jacob meekly answered in barely above a whisper, "To tryout for the team". The coach obviously annoyed yelled, "What did you say? Speak up, we haven't got all day!" Jacob awkwardly yelled, "I want to be a kicker!"
The coach paused and addressed everyone there, "Alright, who put this freak up to this?"
Some wiseguy in the crowd yelled back, "Your momma!" Everyone laughed hysterically. The coach looked at Jacob and harshly yelled "YOU, Quasimoto! Get the fuck off my football field!" The crowd went into an even louder uproar of laughter.
With his head down, Jacob slinked off the field. As he walked away he heard someone say, "bet that jew has million dollars stuffed in that hunch!" Someone else yelled, "Yeah, bet he's got another million stuffed in that freaky shoe!" The roar of the laughter was deafening.
No happy ending here! What the fuck do you think this is? A Hallmark movie?
Jacob pulled his car into the strip mall on Jericho Turnpike and parked in front of the PETCO pet store. He had no clue what he was doing there. A little confused, he got out of his car and went into PETCO. A very short pudgy girl with blue hair and a face loaded with metal studs said in a sing-songy voice, "Welcome to PETCO! Let me know if I can help you." She then went back to stocking cat food on a shelf. Jacob ignored her and wandered around the store. He stopped in front of a large cage that had a cute labradoodle puppy. The puppy leaped on the front of the inside of the cage happy to see someone paying attention. The pup yipped and vigorously wagged it's short little tail.
Jacob opened the cage and grabbed the puppy by the throat and choked it to death. He then quickly left the store.
Next day....
Sitting in his office, he opened the top desk drawer and pulled out his 38 snub nose revolver. He checked to see how many live shells were in the gun. Jacob counted three bullets. He spun the cylinder Russian roulette style and put the short barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger. "Click". No round in that chamber. He calmly put the gun back in the top drawer.
Jacob then left the office and went to the Macdonalds drive-thru off Northern Boulevard. He ordered a filet-o-fish, small fries and a Dr. Pepper. He secretly called this his 'safari meal' as it often preceded the hunt.
As dusk settled upon Long Island Jacob purposely had on only his parking lights as he aimlessly drove around the North Shore. Then on the other side of the highway, Jacob spied an old black man riding a bike. He almost missed seeing him because he had no light on the bike, only a tiny red reflector on the back fender. Like a grey shadow shakily navigating the narrow bike lane, Jacob thought, "looks like he's begging for it".
A quick u-turn and Jacob was behind the bike rider, he then popped a fry in his mouth and floored the accelerator pedal.
Jacob hated mirrors as do most all jews. A mirror forces a jew to see it's own repugnant image. The more devout jew sees the mirror as God's torment of them. As if God is grabbing them by the scruff of the neck and rubbing their nose in a pile of shit. A few of the more psychotically twisted have actually adopted a masochistic attitude and have become caricatures of their own innate filth. These are the so-called jewish artists. Whether it be architecture, music, art or any other facet of culture, we see their distorted and warped image reflected. Like funhouse mirrors, distortion is the rule of the day for your garden variety of jew, however the jew's garden isn't a thing of beauty.....normal humans call it hell.
Often we see jews wearing clownish bizarre eyeware, fucked-up hairdos, oddly designed clothing or anything else different as a way to deflect focus from their ugliness. To see themselves as they really are is painful for them. Like a vampire seeing a cross. If a jew has a mirror in its house, it is never a perfect mirror, rather it will have some sort of obscuring design woven into the glass that doesn't give a clear reflection.
The talmudic codes go into lengthy explanations of how jews must avoid mirrors at all costs. For example... GivelHosa-34.7 tells a jew it must rip its right eye out, if they see their missing soul in a mirror. They are warned, anything shiny might reflect reality, reality that must be avoided at all costs.
Another word for denial of reality is 'the lie'. Examples of jew's denial of reality 'Transgenderism' - lies about gender. 'Diversity is our strength' - denies the nigger's savagery. All 'Hollywood acting' is a form of lying, pretending to be someone else. The 'jews who change their name' - more duplicitous lying. It all stems back to the fact jews are non-stop filthy liars. And they'll even lie about being liars, that's why they can't bear to see themselves in a mirror.
Ruth's father, Dr. Thalberg, ran an abortion clinic on the south side of Syosset on Rt 25A. Thalberg had a cozy relationship with Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx. He got an even 100 grand for every gram of pancreatic fetal stem cells he delivered, ostensibly earmarked for animal research. But in reality the dyliticmorphic stem cells were ultimately sold to billionaires for age extension therapy. Claims of 25+ years of extended life were to be had with a guarantee of high quality health for each individually designed prescription recipient.
Jacob's participation in this illegal scam was to drive the product from Queens to the Bronx once a month for the paltry sum of $200.00 for each trip. Jacob didn't really mind working for nigger wages here because it gave him a chance to drive around target-rich South Bronx. And he really loved those afro-Rican little boys, whose tight sphincters nicely accommodated his micro
and there was something about how their supple tan skin split wide open when punctured with a razor knife, that gave him a thrill up his leg and made his nut sack vibrate.
It all seemed to be worth it for Jacob until he overheard one of the doctors saying the stem cells could grow a new leg with a perfectly formed foot on the end. And that it was being used successfully on amputees in the Philippines.
This got Jacob's wheels turning.
Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: 'Here are our monsters,' without immediately turning the monsters into pets.
Confusion. Anxiety. Nagging doubt. When emotional pain trespasses one's threshold to endure. And that grinding unrelenting paranoia, always hanging there like the Sword of Damocles. Those hatefilled critical eyes peering out from under the polished leather brim, everywhere. Hugo Boss styled military suits with those black gloved hands turning valves and no escape possible. Swirling convoluted streams of fragmented ideas crowded Jacob's mind as he finally reached home and turned the doorknob.
Opening the door he entered the living room to see his daughter, Sarah, giving Clarence, the family dog, a blowjob on the sofa. Only giving a nonchalant glance at Jacob without breaking stride of her sucking as she worked the dog's tool, Sarah oozed contempt. Jacob ignored this and quickly hobbled past them and went upstairs to bed. He found Ruth unconscious, naked and with her dildo stuck in her butt laying on the floor next to an empty bottom of Wild Turkey. He crawled into bed gritting his teeth and begging for the blackness to engulf him.
Dorothy was 88 years old. Her beloved husband, Max, died way back in 1989 of a massive heart attack, leaving Dorothy alone and grieving. Thankfully the life insurance paid-off the house and between Max's pension survivor benefit and Dorothy's social security, she was able to live a dignified life that consisted mostly of watching TV and walking in the park to feed the pigeons. Her life was routine. One could set their watch by her routine. And this routine didn't go unnoticed.
Sitting in his car just outside the park entrance he watched. He wondered to himself if such an old and decrepit
could give any pleasure? Jacob fondled himself fantasizing about the possibilities. He figured she hadn't been fucked in a long time and he would do something nice for her before she kicked the bucket.
When Jacob went into predator mode he got tunnel vision and allowed himself to be carried forward on impulse, much like any living organism that must take a life to survive. He was surprised that her body felt like a plastic bag full of loose bones as he grabbed her from behind and violently threw her on the ground. He ripped her dress aside and mounted her. Her wide-eye terror was something he'd seen many times before as his tiny pecker searched in vain for either port of entry. However, Dorothy was so old and loose there was absolutely not a speck of that pleasurable liquid friction he craved to be had.
Jacob had a very low tolerance for frustration and when headed in that direction only grabbing a neck and choking it gave him a release and subsequent relief. Again he was surprised at how skinny her neck was and how easy the neck bones broke. He imagined that's what being superman must feel like. To snap bones as if they were tiny dry twigs.
When one's god decrees one is a 'chosen', all other are but mere animals and there is no crime in killing an animal.
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it, because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
Another group Jacob hated are the native Americans. Jacob puts them only one small increment above the nigger and only one even smaller increment below the beaner. He was well aware of the immediate psychosis alcohol inflicts upon their neolithic brains, and for that reason years ago it was illegal to sell liquor to a redskin. Only one can of beer and Chiefie Whiefie goes on the warpath. This makes them a totally unacceptable risk for loans because of the earned moniker, 'Heap-em Big Tight Ass', which in Navajo translates to 'Indian Giver'.
About 5 years ago, an older indian man came into the office looking for a loan. Jacob eyed him up and down. He looked like a grandfather version of that redskin warrior on the old TV commercial* who was crying about his Happy Hunting Grounds being turned into a shithole due to pollution and trash. Jacob thought to himself, "boo hoo, he's not getting any sympathy from me!"
Jacob asked him what sort of collateral did he have to secure the loan? The Indian opened a rather large leather pouch that was affixed to his belt. He reached in the pouch and pulled out a fistful of human scalps with a various assortment of decorative beads and feathers attached to each scalp. He held this nasty clump of horror in Jacob's face. Jacob gasped and loudly said, "what do you expect me to do with that?" "I think you'd better leave right now before I call the cops!" The old injun didn't like Jacob's response at all and his facial expression turned demonic and he began loudly yelling an Indian war cry as he pulled a stone hatchet out from under his fringed leather vest.
The Indian took a swing at Jacob and the sharp obsidian blade clipped off a quarter inch of the end ofJacob's hooked beak. Blood squirted out all over the place in a small but forceful stream. The Indian began to chase Jacob around and around his desk until he tripped and fell. This gave Jacob a chance to quickly scoot out the front door with the injun in hot pursuit right behind him wildly swinging his hatchet.
By mere coincidence a police patrol car came cruising down the street and the two cops inside the car saw this incredible spectacle, jumped out of the car and proceeded to unload their gun clips into the injun turning him into Swiss cheese.
Jacob had a ridiculous looking bandage on his nose for nearly three months. But he took pride in telling anyone who would listen the story about his own little holocaust at the hands of a Nazi Indian.
Many shadows hide behind light, and the best lies are those seasoned liberally with truth: salt covering the flavor of rotten meat
When Jacob was 14 he tried out for his high school JV football team. Not one for sports for obvious reason.....being a physically stunted freak with a hunchback, plus everyone knows jews naturally are shitty at sports. However, Jacob was seen kicking a stray tomcat cat with his orthopedic shoe. The cat flew in the air for over 50 yards and was killed instantly when it slammed into the side of a house. One of the kids who witnessed this blurted out, "Hey, Jacob, you ought to try out as a kicker for the football team!" For the first time in his life Jacob was asked to join something. He was so used to being ostracised, mocked and ridiculed.....he was shocked to hear this. At that moment he decided to try out for the team.
As tryout day drew near, little Jacob practiced kicking. He kicked everything, from garbage cans to lawn furniture. He found everything he kicked would be smashed to smithereens. He couldn't wait to sink that shoe into a real football and prove to the world he was the best kicker ever.
Standing before the football coach, in line with the rest of the hopefuls, the coach pointed at Jacob and yelled, "What the hell are you doing here?" Jacob meekly answered in barely above a whisper, "To tryout for the team". The coach obviously annoyed yelled, "What did you say? Speak up, we haven't got all day!" Jacob awkwardly yelled, "I want to be a kicker!"
The coach paused and addressed everyone there, "Alright, who put this freak up to this?"
Some wiseguy in the crowd yelled back, "Your momma!" Everyone laughed hysterically. The coach looked at Jacob and harshly yelled "YOU, Quasimoto! Get the fuck off my football field!" The crowd went into an even louder uproar of laughter.
With his head down, Jacob slinked off the field. As he walked away he heard someone say, "bet that jew has million dollars stuffed in that hunch!" Someone else yelled, "Yeah, bet he's got another million stuffed in that freaky shoe!" The roar of the laughter was deafening.
No happy ending here! What the fuck do you think this is? A Hallmark movie?
Jacob pulled his car into the strip mall on Jericho Turnpike and parked in front of the PETCO pet store. He had no clue what he was doing there. A little confused, he got out of his car and went into PETCO. A very short pudgy girl with blue hair and a face loaded with metal studs said in a sing-songy voice, "Welcome to PETCO! Let me know if I can help you." She then went back to stocking cat food on a shelf. Jacob ignored her and wandered around the store. He stopped in front of a large cage that had a cute labradoodle puppy. The puppy leaped on the front of the inside of the cage happy to see someone paying attention. The pup yipped and vigorously wagged it's short little tail.
Jacob opened the cage and grabbed the puppy by the throat and choked it to death. He then quickly left the store.
Next day....
Sitting in his office, he opened the top desk drawer and pulled out his 38 snub nose revolver. He checked to see how many live shells were in the gun. Jacob counted three bullets. He spun the cylinder Russian roulette style and put the short barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger. "Click". No round in that chamber. He calmly put the gun back in the top drawer.
Jacob then left the office and went to the Macdonalds drive-thru off Northern Boulevard. He ordered a filet-o-fish, small fries and a Dr. Pepper. He secretly called this his 'safari meal' as it often preceded the hunt.
As dusk settled upon Long Island Jacob purposely had on only his parking lights as he aimlessly drove around the North Shore. Then on the other side of the highway, Jacob spied an old black man riding a bike. He almost missed seeing him because he had no light on the bike, only a tiny red reflector on the back fender. Like a grey shadow shakily navigating the narrow bike lane, Jacob thought, "looks like he's begging for it".
A quick u-turn and Jacob was behind the bike rider, he then popped a fry in his mouth and floored the accelerator pedal.
Jacob hated mirrors as do most all jews. A mirror forces a jew to see it's own repugnant image. The more devout jew sees the mirror as God's torment of them. As if God is grabbing them by the scruff of the neck and rubbing their nose in a pile of shit. A few of the more psychotically twisted have actually adopted a masochistic attitude and have become caricatures of their own innate filth. These are the so-called jewish artists. Whether it be architecture, music, art or any other facet of culture, we see their distorted and warped image reflected. Like funhouse mirrors, distortion is the rule of the day for your garden variety of jew, however the jew's garden isn't a thing of beauty.....normal humans call it hell.
Often we see jews wearing clownish bizarre eyeware, fucked-up hairdos, oddly designed clothing or anything else different as a way to deflect focus from their ugliness. To see themselves as they really are is painful for them. Like a vampire seeing a cross. If a jew has a mirror in its house, it is never a perfect mirror, rather it will have some sort of obscuring design woven into the glass that doesn't give a clear reflection.
The talmudic codes go into lengthy explanations of how jews must avoid mirrors at all costs. For example... GivelHosa-34.7 tells a jew it must rip its right eye out, if they see their missing soul in a mirror. They are warned, anything shiny might reflect reality, reality that must be avoided at all costs.
Another word for denial of reality is 'the lie'. Examples of jew's denial of reality 'Transgenderism' - lies about gender. 'Diversity is our strength' - denies the nigger's savagery. All 'Hollywood acting' is a form of lying, pretending to be someone else. The 'jews who change their name' - more duplicitous lying. It all stems back to the fact jews are non-stop filthy liars. And they'll even lie about being liars, that's why they can't bear to see themselves in a mirror.
Ruth's father, Dr. Thalberg, ran an abortion clinic on the south side of Syosset on Rt 25A. Thalberg had a cozy relationship with Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx. He got an even 100 grand for every gram of pancreatic fetal stem cells he delivered, ostensibly earmarked for animal research. But in reality the dyliticmorphic stem cells were ultimately sold to billionaires for age extension therapy. Claims of 25+ years of extended life were to be had with a guarantee of high quality health for each individually designed prescription recipient.
Jacob's participation in this illegal scam was to drive the product from Queens to the Bronx once a month for the paltry sum of $200.00 for each trip. Jacob didn't really mind working for nigger wages here because it gave him a chance to drive around target-rich South Bronx. And he really loved those afro-Rican little boys, whose tight sphincters nicely accommodated his micro
and there was something about how their supple tan skin split wide open when punctured with a razor knife, that gave him a thrill up his leg and made his nut sack vibrate.It all seemed to be worth it for Jacob until he overheard one of the doctors saying the stem cells could grow a new leg with a perfectly formed foot on the end. And that it was being used successfully on amputees in the Philippines.
This got Jacob's wheels turning.
Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: 'Here are our monsters,' without immediately turning the monsters into pets.
Confusion. Anxiety. Nagging doubt. When emotional pain trespasses one's threshold to endure. And that grinding unrelenting paranoia, always hanging there like the Sword of Damocles. Those hatefilled critical eyes peering out from under the polished leather brim, everywhere. Hugo Boss styled military suits with those black gloved hands turning valves and no escape possible. Swirling convoluted streams of fragmented ideas crowded Jacob's mind as he finally reached home and turned the doorknob.
Opening the door he entered the living room to see his daughter, Sarah, giving Clarence, the family dog, a blowjob on the sofa. Only giving a nonchalant glance at Jacob without breaking stride of her sucking as she worked the dog's tool, Sarah oozed contempt. Jacob ignored this and quickly hobbled past them and went upstairs to bed. He found Ruth unconscious, naked and with her dildo stuck in her butt laying on the floor next to an empty bottom of Wild Turkey. He crawled into bed gritting his teeth and begging for the blackness to engulf him.
Dorothy was 88 years old. Her beloved husband, Max, died way back in 1989 of a massive heart attack, leaving Dorothy alone and grieving. Thankfully the life insurance paid-off the house and between Max's pension survivor benefit and Dorothy's social security, she was able to live a dignified life that consisted mostly of watching TV and walking in the park to feed the pigeons. Her life was routine. One could set their watch by her routine. And this routine didn't go unnoticed.
Sitting in his car just outside the park entrance he watched. He wondered to himself if such an old and decrepit
could give any pleasure? Jacob fondled himself fantasizing about the possibilities. He figured she hadn't been fucked in a long time and he would do something nice for her before she kicked the bucket.When Jacob went into predator mode he got tunnel vision and allowed himself to be carried forward on impulse, much like any living organism that must take a life to survive. He was surprised that her body felt like a plastic bag full of loose bones as he grabbed her from behind and violently threw her on the ground. He ripped her dress aside and mounted her. Her wide-eye terror was something he'd seen many times before as his tiny pecker searched in vain for either port of entry. However, Dorothy was so old and loose there was absolutely not a speck of that pleasurable liquid friction he craved to be had.
Jacob had a very low tolerance for frustration and when headed in that direction only grabbing a neck and choking it gave him a release and subsequent relief. Again he was surprised at how skinny her neck was and how easy the neck bones broke. He imagined that's what being superman must feel like. To snap bones as if they were tiny dry twigs.
When one's god decrees one is a 'chosen', all other are but mere animals and there is no crime in killing an animal.