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Disaster? No: let us make it the opportunity that it offers. We should ask ourselves whether we want these criminals any more in our world.
We know that if they remain here their mercenaries will come out first with guns blazing, for the vermin then to take advantage of the situation to complete their declared objective of sanitising the planet for themselves.
We will have these creatures exactly where we want them. GPS all their underground cities for world attention, please. The best thing will be to collapse the main entrances, close any bolt-holes, and trust the earthquakes to bring the mountains down on their heads and bury them.
But in any event of their survival, perhaps one might validly ponder, in view of their deliberate betrayal of all others, whose demise they have planned to enable themselves to survive and 'advance', whether it really is so immoderate or reprehensible to recommend as diet the nearest protein to hand - delectable Roast Baron of Rothschild and Frickasee of Rockefeller - Doubly kosher, too. In fact, mathematically, depending on the cut, kosher squared, or even cubed.
As we will also be dining with the Bushes, Father, Son and any others to hand, Blair, Aznar, Dov, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz and all their friendly 'majesties', all equally kosher, and those others of the 'coalition of the willing' who have helped these perverts get where they are today, if you can stomach them, you might have to think in terms of stew for some of them.
And the soft-handed kingpins, kingmakers and mandarins, those whom the Rothschilds consider the most effective servants, who subtly do what they are told with foreknowledge but without scruple, what of them should they ever emerge? - For us, easy meat. But if not to our taste, then to that of our dogs.
But should the event not come to pass so severely? Then we are not the Rothschilds' servants anyway. Opt out. Pay no taxes. Starve the beasts. Alter your administrations to ostracise, exclude and outlaw these pariahs and their interests. We must not co-operate in our own servitude. Grow your own food. Dig a well. Resist. Ignore them. Go your own way. You are servant of no one and of no 'state'. You are your own independent property, and the space you occupy is your inalienable republic, self-controlled and governed by no other. These morally-crippled perverts don't tell us what to do. Abolish their illusions of 'finance' and 'possession'! Gomorrah them off and make sure they stay soddened.
In fact, what about having that well-merited giant barbecue with them just for old Lang Syne? Take out these few parasitic vermin, depose their paid lackeys, and make use of the installations we have paid for but from which they intend to exclude us anyway. We direct our own lives. The best thing for our world is that these villains rot. Then rot 'em all.
If you are on any 2012 pre-Christmas fly-by-wire kite, good luck.
And by the way, you might as well be happy. Worrying about the event won't make any difference.
