The Sarin has been mixed!

Deadly Sarin gas has been mixed. I can really picture despot Assad, tonight watching Fox news and going, "Oh s@$#, now their accusing me of this? I can't win." Finally, the West can justify publicly pulling the trigger on this brutal dictator.

Korean father murdered by black man

Black man kills Korean father

Upon reading my headline, you may wonder when this occurred. Try this “ Man gets shoved to his death in N.Y. Subway” While the race of the killer is irrelevant to me, I can't help but to wonder, what if the headline read, “Black patron violently shoved to his death by angry white” However before we become derailed by the blatant bias of the American press, lets look elsewhere. Something no one but me, Glock Russman, has mentioned. Forget about the Times photographer who just happen to be there, who by the way, valiantly flashed his camera bulbs to alert the train. (lol idiot needed the flash for the pic)

What about the on-lookers who had ample time to reach for the victim? People who were much closer than the helpless Time's guy, they made no effort. They were quick to photo the dead Korean father of one, limp and lifeless. I will be the first to ask, “Is there no public outrage that people stood by unengaged?” “Why is the press not covering this atrocity” What's more mind boggling, a random lone nut shoving another to his death? Or people within reach, waiting for the train to pummel this poor man?

My questions

1. Who were these people close by who offered not help?
2. What color were they? Again, what color were they?
   There it is! Is this why the media is silent? The color of the one lookers? We haven’t been told, but I surmise if the cowardly witnesses were white, this story would be on fire.
   
   
   
   
   Remember the more we're divided, the greater their control. They love us hating each other.  

Dictators of Democracy

Dictators of Democracy

The sole reason attributed to the success of The United States was our Founders aversion for democracy. In it's infancy our nation restricted the responsibility of voting to those who had “skin in the game”. Founder's like John Adams understood tyranny and the price of liberty. 

   “Depend upon it, Sir, it is dangerous to open so fruitful a source of controversy and altercation as would be opened by attempting to alter the qualifications of voters; there will be no end to it. New claims will arise; women will demand the vote; lads from 12 to 21 will think their rights not enough attended to; and every man who has not a farthing, will demand an equal voice with any other, in all acts of state. It tends to confound and destroy all distinctions, and prostrate all ranks to one common level.” -John Adams

The disastrous implications of ill informed voters has never been more evident than in 2012. Those who’ve dedicated their existence toward the subversion of America have successfully marginalized voting criteria. Young families just getting strapped into the welfare cart, food stampers lifers, those milking disability and social security; do you think they give a @#$& about the National debt? National defense? The over reaching tentacles of an oppressive government? Perhaps not.

The politically incorrect truth is the majority of our citizens don’t qualify for this vital responsibility. At any given moment, if you were to randomly interview 20 registered voters, the clarity of America’s swan dive into catastrophe would be glaringly evident.

Of these twenty voters, I guarantee that 75% haven’t a clue what form of government they reside under. I would also safely wager 80% couldn’t accurately define their own candidate’s policies or that of his party. I could ramble on with hypothetical percentages for days, but there’s a good chance that 5% of you reading this are smart enough to comprehend my point. 
 

Contrary to common sense, some will argue that voting is our basic right. We haven’t the authority to smack our own kids, buy guns without an anal probe, smoke weed in our home, say the Pledge of Allegiance in school, publicly hate things that disgust us, hire the most qualified applicant, or even worship Jesus without reprimand from the “feel-good” police. However we can ignorantly elect a socialist dictator so he and his comrades can gang rape our Nations wealth. 
 

“It is a misfortune that (our countrymen) do not sufficiently know the value of their constitution, and how much happier they are rendered by them, than any other people on earth by the governments under which they live.” - Thomas Jefferson

  Average registered voter caught stressing the importance of our Nations border security.

Jesse Jr. swallows Prozac without water, energizing the crowd! Do you think the topic is reigning in entitlement spending or how to squeeze out more?

While I hardly advocate rescinding the right to vote based on race, gender, or even sexual preference, I do believe we should have revisions. How can people living off the hard work of others be objective when choosing a leader. It's a reality, those rely on the state remain loyal to the state. Unfortunately, 99% of welfare-crats could care less where the money comes from. Instead of modifying the qualifications of those eligible to vote, let's clarify who shouldn't. (but does)

1. All Habitual non-workers. (OK, you get laid off here and there, but if work and responsible participation in society gives you the creeps, don't vote)
2. All Illegal criminals. (If you don't respect our Nations basic laws, your opinion might be ethically skewed, border jumping is a crime.)
3. The Welfare-for-lifers. ( Logic dictates you seldom bite the hands that feed, even when the meal consist of poisonous failure and permanent wreckage.
4. The non-living. ( Although this diverse portion of the population traditionally votes democrat and may actually be more qualified than others.)
5. The historically retarded. ( while you shouldn’t have to be an accredited historian, it might be important to know the last 4 presidents by name, at the very least.)
   
   
   Liberty is not synonymous with democracy. The firepower of despotism is not limited to the gun; dictators wield welfare, terror, environment, and false utopia to steer the herd. -G. Russman

Someone call DCF

Someone call DCF

Anonymous behind the glowing monitor, in a room illuminated by the ambers of Hell.

Blood Beneath Thier Nails

Blood Beneath Thier Nails

Professors have devoted their entire existence to the study of the Middle East, it's history, sempiternal struggle and absolute morbid splendor. So I preface this essay by acknowledging my admitted lack of credentials, both historical and intellectual. However, understanding this is critical to the importance of the following essay. I will also qualify myself by declaring that only recently have I taken the first step, which is admitting. I am Glock Russman and I am an addict, I am hopelessly addicted to the decades of propaganda that has consumed my world view. This sickness has dictated that a pro war hegemonic America is infallible. This hopeless dependency to pro-dope has forced a disabling psychosis, cross examining my patriotism at every turn.

I've regrettably negotiated through a lifetime of refuse, re-packaged by teachers, politicians, media, Hollywood and patriots. Believing that the governance our Founders so divinely constructed was guaranteed by God and absolute moral authority. Today I am convinced it takes far greater faith to except America as a liberator in the middle East, than it takes to swallow the most compelling conspiracy. Currently the two ruling parties plundering the US, are republicans and democrats. Although publicly opposed to one another, they are actually two factions of the same party. If like myself, you to arrived late for the party, and still believe the R's and the D's are diametrically opposed. Understand this artistic analogy.

republican                                                 Democrat

Both parties are                   progressive

Above the surface, with our conditioned sight, we see two separate trees. However, just below the landscape it becomes clear they are one.

The morbid reality remains, the Middle East isn't broken at all, it operates as a finely tuned blood soaked apparatus, with which the West, pedophile princes of Saudi and Muslim despots can violate humanity. Our government (both parties) spill the blood of our soldiers, not to create a world where Habeeb can build and prosper, but to maintain their investments. Dictators such as Assad, Mubarak, and Gaddafi are commodities propped up by our CIA, only to meet their demise when their value is spent.

The war on terror has been manufactured and distributed upon the American public to justify the relentless raping of the Middle East. I am wicked pro-America, maybe to the Nationalist level, but this quasi conflict has zero American interest. Rather, war pigs like McCain,Obama, and Clinton, keep selling us a bogus moral objective, that we must commit our money and military to. Obama, the liberal, is assassinating sand dwellers at an alarming rate, with no end in sight. 

                                        With these mechanical birds of murder, Nobel Peace Prize winners can obliterate human flesh, right from the comfort of their homes.

 

The media savagely persecutes anyone projecting defiance toward the current administration, unless it's orchestrated. Handsome killers, without a trace of humanity, these hawks of senseless destruction are kept clean and polished. The American public continues to follow the scripted drama. If only for an exercise, stop for one moment, question things.

Thanks Giving

Thanksgiving

It's evening as I navigate my long way home. I'm looking almost catatonic, I glance up at my reflection occasionally, almost to verify it is me, the culprit of these disturbing thoughts. I am very aware of my surroundings, even as I slip heavy into thought. Man, I stare back at my life, better yet my wreckage, and I'm aghast. It's nothing more than a long copious wake of heart wrenching desperation, dismantlement, and unfulfilled promises. The wall of this aftermath is painted with the painful backwash of deceit and utter decimation. The ugly wake is a sea of human ash and pain, parted by the unforgiving breath of knavery and death.

I always believed upon judgment day, when the scores were accounted for, I would find redemption in my bleeding heart. I sincerely conceived myself that when the shit hit the fan I would choose good, if only God was to know, I chose good. However, I stare at the agonizing aftermath of all I ruined, and I'm not certain. Maybe I am not a good man, did Hitler realize he was an asshole? Or did he also stomp through life thinking his positive trumped his negative? This scares me..

Sorry is vacuous when applied to anything of which truth convicts me, promises are equally devalued. Maybe I never stood for anything, quite possibly there is no line I can't justify crossing. Suddenly despair swells and psychically overwhelms me, my God how can I reverse this tragedy?

GIVE.... I will not stop giving. Give, not to redeem my ticket to heaven, I might never be exempted from this disaster. I was a proprietor of misery, addicted to disruption. All I can do now is give, from this second till death, I wont wait for the next opportunity, I will create it. I will stop writing now to tell someone how special they are (time elapsed)

I did it, now you do it, because after all Stalin probably believed he was on the right side of history? (Well with the progressives in the White House he just might be) Don't rely on the end of the day to be acquitted of all that was outweighed by your good. It might not come. Please live in the moment, knowing you've just given all you could until you give again. God Bless.. 

Happy Thanksgiving



SevenS

Grand Re-Opening Nov 24th

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Deconstructing Heart

Deconstructing Heart

 I have comfortably surpassed the legal age of being able to punch a girl in the face and get away with it, say for a beating, quite a while ago. I believe that age for me was ten, it’s since been reduced by three. Present day preteens might just be finishing up their first bid or maybe fresh out of rehab. In retrospect my utter disappointment for woman didn’t really begin until I reached my twenties. Up until that point I really believed all you had to do was find a woman that you were attracted to and fall in love. I was never interested at the prospect of being a pimp, which was admired by the cool chic’s.

 Although women frequently complain about what dogs men are, truth is the untrustworthy canine’s kept the most bitches (female dogs). Believe me, I was no swishy beta male, I give props to all the big dogs. Keeping a stable was just never my thing; maybe you’d say that was lazy. I oppose that theory; it’s much more work to devote yourself to one female. How so? Because they are mostly certifiable, you can never just live, there is always some crisis. IE: “Do you really love me?”

 “You want me to dress like that slut?”

“Why don’t you ask your little office whore to wash your clothes?”

I could literally fill the next ten pages with irrational demands and erroneous accusations, but I think you get it.

Why shouldn’t I have been so quick to be a love sick door mat for every shiny pair of heels every to demolish a human heart?

The last relationship I had the misery of surviving was indubitably more special than the ones prior. You heard of poor saps waking up in a tub full of ice, light one kidney? That was me, only there was no ice and she left an ugly cavernous whole in my chest. As a matter of fact when I came to she was still there. Even as she cleaned her crimson stained fingers, she screamed that I was the asshole!

Now most of my brothers in this manosphere remain unsympathetic to my emotional demolition, telling me I should have known better. (If I had a penny for every time I should have known better, I’d be drinkin’ Heineken and rubbing elbows with the guys from Duck Dynasty)

Yes, perhaps going into it, I may have overlooked some subtle signs of distress such as:

1.     The requirement for constant sedation on low end Psychotropic Pharmaceuticals.

2.     The whole ensuring of unconditional love, which usually followed or preceded some manipulative temper tantrum.

3.     Post tantrum sex which rendered me vulnerable to more life sucking demands.

4.     She told me to Face Book her after we initially met. Then when I reluctantly did, I discovered three thousand self shot pic’s of her in the profile. I guess what should have been the exclamation mark was they were all taken in self-consumed sexy mode. That’s taking yourself much too seriously.

It was shortly after that when I had to rationalize her spirit crushing demands. I fallaciously believed the sign of manhood was constant suffering for those you love, while managing a mandatory to smile.

Was I coerced into 86ing my friends, family and church fellowship? Maybe so but my reward was priceless. The privilege of hanging out with her friends exclusively, dancing my weekends away (sober no less!) at some run down dirty shack whose owners were characterized in the Deliverance. I can’t say the relationship wasn’t close to 50/50 however, half of the time she was in desperate need of control, the other 50% I was miserable. I can’t get it through my thick average white American male skull, that when a Westernized Woman says she loves you forever, you’d better realize forever is finite and will occur several times a decade during her existence.

The sad pathetic point remains that I knew the risk and still signed the waiver. The waiver read: Not responsible for any damages, enter at your own risk. Maybe that agonizing pain following her decision to quit me and get a new step dad for her son was self inflicted.

Now I am in the familiar position of stuffing the haggard remains of my trampled heart back into my chest. After ingesting the red pill I must make amends with my homies, I must collect any remnants of my dignity because unless I am ready to die, I must begin again. Getting your heart broken is inevitable, but maybe this time I will learn to be prepared. The hope still resides, however apprehensive it might be. I will find another woman who isn’t completely mentally inept, I’ll hold out for mildly so. Also as she tells me that I am the one, nobody has ever made her feel like this, I’ll remember by nobody she means nobody that would keep her.

 Peace, Russman