A Gentleman vs. Hitler

[AmericanPig]

Witnesses to Hitler’s death were the point of departure for history. In other words, we let Goebbels write our victory because he was the witness cited, likewise Mark David Chapman. Although Hanna Reitsch was also present, just as Sean Strub was, the historians withheld who they really were, leaving for gold diggers to discover what really happened. Chapman said that he shot Lennon as the last nail in the coffin of the 60’s, the first being JFK, obviously, but when words and actions disagree, believe actions, said one of their masterminds. We failed to follow good advice from someone who knew we wouldn’t. The actions of the Lennons show that they were ruthlessly staging Lennon’s death as an exchange peg to justify murders of the Kennedys.

Playing possum in South American, Hitler and his Hollywood crowbar took the long view installing Dulles and Ian Fleming’s plan of a temporary legality to sonic booms and blood curdling traffic on campuses including a Pittsburgh grade school, controlled by the whip of the parochial opponent leveraging spoils for the good kind of Black. For the liberals, the NAACP had a message, guess who’s not coming to dinner after all.

The cunning of the rabid recognizes no rule but its own domination. Whatever makes sense to Tony Levin’s rancorous, cannibalizing eye, so it taken as the will of a prophet. The murderer thrives by voiding rational arguments, proclaiming by triumph of the will that if an argument is hedged, by which he means fails to contain Michael Reagan’s favorite scene, because of child trauma then it fails to answer the challenge of his cold-blooded lies. We relieved the entire nightmare of failure to warn, which he disregarded wholesale, in the second wave, bonus attack of covid and still the rabid holds dominion.

Although the assassins in Johnstown gurgle tiredly that the murder of Kennedy was a cheap laugh proving all, JFK stood for the lantern of Justice in a world proclaiming that we rule not that those who don’t fight are always defeated, but that those who are wrong will always lose. The cheap laugh summarizes Pitt and Mark Nordenberg.

But this essay is about A Gentleman vs. Hitler, so it stands to reason that the issue are Hitler’s cowgirls, those who scoff at gentlemen and mark them off. Like Kyra Schon tearing clothes on our steps and practicing blood curdling screams, Leslie Katz, from a rival girls’ school, proclaimed her virginity proof of rape and Pelosi banged the gavel to make the sale. Injection, she sneered, should be the measure of attempts to pleasure by manhood.

Nativity, creativity, sensitivity, senseis and Micheal Tive are at work in the Axis announcement of peace by brokering the divies in post-war hostilities. They kill, therefore: is the sum of their parts. Although the threat of a third wave of killer virus called middle sister rationally deters Covid Nuremberg, minimum justified dissent seems advisable to inform a prospective civil future. Beyond smoke and mirrors, America is in the heart and they never should have commanded our sympathies. Operating from a Hollywood switchboard they put together a domino series of illusions, such as the Seattle network who proclaim themselves communist while operating undercover as operation rescue fanatics, expecting us to ask what is their true sincerity? By playing both sides for theater they have pulled off two abominations, and if you feel abortion is a great tragedy, then three, for they are source, pulverizing those who accept the practice for bonus, theatrically pointing the fickle finger of blame, in all rancor, professing to be the sybil of karma. Hoodwinkers, anonymous.

The double stage incident of Lennon’s disappearance was a peg switcher to favor Hitler over a gentleman. Behind this are Axis women. They have been allowed their own terms too long.

Tive announced this plan for war with the icon Sarah Bernhardt, long deemed indomitable. In the myth of the old West Ellen Watson was proclaimed the victims of feeble envious men who lynched her for her freedom of movement and prowess. Our little cowgirls put together proof that liberals were made of gello by ensnaring a little boy for a lifelong foreign observation. Welding the brain shut by neurological fusion, Ringo Starr and Bernard Wattenmaker made Ringo’s Tin Drum, using voices favoring child molesters, saying after all these years. They theatrically pretended that kiddie porn induction was justified class war on behalf of gold strike sociologists in Dialectical UW-ism. They said the golem was pushy for seeking emergency medical attention for an impacted neuroplasm he didn’t know was there, his eyes pouring out of their sockets from a horrifying tear gas that bit his neck in his home, forcing me into a torrid ordeal of homelessness.

As Maude fell into John Wayne’s arms at the end.

Real Women

My heart is searching for a man
Who can see beyond the trivial
She cried to mom
I want to know he’s sincere
That means most of all
But not just the superficial kind of guy
I can’t help it that he’s so tall.

We have nothing in common
He runs with the wrong crowd
I’m not in love for his money
I know he’s cruel to his employees
There’s so many tings I can’t bear
And he talks down to me
But the Lord knows my heart is pure
He’s so tall.

You’ll never find a better man
Mom told her dear
These other fellows have been
Around courting for so long
It just makes me put them down.
This new guy is so calm and clean and cool
It ain’t just he’s so tall.