Tag Archives: Dutch

Ill Not Keeping Still

26 Jun

How the well hell did I convince myself that it was okay to write about the Bijlmer disaster? What made me think that I could write the demons off me? I got ready to hire a bandwagon and everything. The demons remaining steady on their own terrorizing wagon. Chemtrail sunbathing, while ordering another drink. Uranium and a malfunctioning bolt? I must be utterly mad. Under mind control of some cthulhu monster or something. I have no other excuse available. I have not been running a fever. No logic to hide the insanity of it. Cthulhic it is. Cthulhu reminds me of catholhies for some reason. Showing alcoholic priests. Mad point proven.

Media not touching the Bijlmer disaster, not even with a ten foot… ten meter pole, shows no-man’s-land. A desert harboring blinded scapegoats, and cthulhic priests hunting them. For a Black woman to take a stroll down there shows the double blind spell still working. For me to double dare publish on the disaster was to find myself a pariah even in alternative media. “Some people are loners.” Loner patsy. Duh. I told you that already. In forged isolation, I read plenty of articles showing the bits and pieces of the disaster story without mentioning it. No balls. Continue reading

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Hell into Health

4 Dec

cuts-oliver-marinkoski skepticalPrayer For Health and Healing

Dear Helland, spy-chiatrists and agents in white,

Thank You for allowing me some quiet in this time of prayer so that your love may show me your hell and my health. For I have been so worried about your hell for such a long time that my health suffered awfully. Sometimes it just seemed that sickness and worry, weariness and pain drained the very strength from my body, heart and soul. So, please help me release your weakness and pain from my strength and strain. Thank you for being the inspiration for my prayer.

Thank you for having sent me so many servants, doctors and nurses, and may they feel your love for them. Please guide them so they can do their part in embracing their hell and leave me my health. I need to be well not alone for myself, but also for my dear ones who need me, and for you that I may once again go about leaving you alone to continue your shamming business. So please, Continue reading

Red Hose Down – The Beginning

5 Oct

blood_moon_JRAmazing how a little thing like a big hose down can wake people up. Sound asleep when it happened to me, but as soon as I turned the blue ink into digital code that could be read en masse, the hose down became public property. Just to show that in these here democracy only demons have property rights.

To continue the last episode of ‘Wsup with NBP’, yet to keep it short and sweet. This is the blood moon part. Not hanging from a platform in the sky, but one that I found staring back at me after I got away from the brutal civil men, and could rid myself of chemically enhanced clothing. Men are thus warned, women to pay close attention. Demon hunters may also want to skip this episode. Blue hose down was about brown-ish water blasting at me from a platform in the blurred blue sky. “God Is that You?” No, savant idiot. It is the govern-your-mind delivering more austerity gifts. Someone high up had ordered a hit. Continue reading

Blue Hose Down – The End

27 Sep

Chena Hotspring AlaskaA hose down. That is what it took to get me to return to NBP for a minute. To let know that I kept up the struggle to survive it, while I am at it. It has been a long open season to push me into harm, or at least some embarrassment. And more harm. Those who achieve so may get bonus points. It is only a game to them after all. Let me start with the embarrassment. As they are still laughing about their stunt, it seems to be the best way. They may not make it to the end of the article, but I cannot teach them anything anyway. But, I am not going to carry this story around anymore either. I know what to do with ridicule. To post the article that I wrote after I walked away. And add the more important second part another day. Any more smart lip after that, and I will make you famous. Continue reading

How About A Break?

4 Nov

Stitched PanoramaThe World Trade Center has opened in time for the NY marathon. Is that not great news? The news is so great that it helped me decide that it is time for a break. The boycott list is the only thing that I will award some more attention to. The rest can wait. The break may only last for a day, after all. First to repeat what I wrote as a comment to A Bot War yesterday. Continue reading

How A Bot That War – Too

25 Oct

Albino V_Hemalatha_sHoney BooBoo cancelled? What is this world coming to?! White pete remains an interesting research subject. They are not what they say that they are, and so few of them even know it. Most live and die ignorant of it. I am no longer surprised at their claim that they feel empty inside. It took diving into a few of their special programs to come to understand it. To quickly move away from it. Feeling empty inside has never been one of my problems. I could always tell that I had extras. Someone was messing with my mind.

So, now I watch them as they go about their acting jobs. On and on with the black pete babble. Continue reading

How A Bot That War?

22 Oct

K-POP - kiss - KoreaThere is no need for me to continue to write about sinterklaas en zwarte piet, right? Even some of my more harshly crushing arguments have been getting mirrored back to me in the media in the past year. To still leave people speechless when I tell them about the Canadian influence in converting Santa-Satan-clown into the post-their-war-II black pete mass. Cultural heritage? Forget about it. White pete would have to scale back down to one pete to represent Satan and then show themselves to be the white devil that kidnaps children for pleasure, to succeed in that argument. That would be the closest thing to their real cultural heritage. No blackface or sootface. Continue reading