My apologies Doc, but making this public isn't going to matter, as the fodder for the wire is being sent in as a backfire to distract in Obama is sacrificing the lemmings, the cartel knows the operation on both fronts and isn't going to interfere and you really need the credit on some flashdrive to be dusted off after the nuclear dust off, to get credit for hitting them up with lumes so the back flash makes it a kodak moment.
One of the greatest pleasures is being in the brier patch, minding about the shop and as you are in your hide, seeing the parade come by for entertainment.
Some other general is doing all the work and you just can pop a tin of crackers and cheese for movie week.
You won't get the rest of this, as I won't spell this out for the robotics, as if beloved pied piper wants to play for his rats to the tune Dr. Corsi provided, then who am I in Darwin Natural Selection to rid Orly's planet of the rats going their O way.
Meanwhile back at the hide, see children you got to give them what they want, and then they come in.........no it is not Ho on the trail, but Ho will always send in some short pant wearers to see what the firebase is making chopping noises in the electronic jungle.
See you give them the cheese and then you take it away from them in making the firebase of the world internet which daily frustrating for them, so they get the can tied to their tail and face the jury in Chairman Ho urging them on from Mao's little red book.
The little vermin having problems at the firebase, think, "I'll gnaw on that little firebase with a jon outside the wire and show that bunch, because I heard from my operative, who heard from their operative, who was told by their operative, who knows thee operative, that that operative really, might have heard that Ho was really enjoying all the squeaking we were doing as it was making all the difference.........there was even something said about getting to chew on the lobster in the trash!"
So the rats go squeak, squeak, squeak, leave bigger tracks and they just like squeaking to each other to squeak about all the squeaking they are doing and hearing the creaks in the floors from above, and pretty soon it isn't so pretty as the general hits them with the lumes and all the rats are caught on the field in a panic and run right back to their Ho house, with all those tracks, tracking in glittering pings.
That is real entertainment as it has a light show, good Americans and bad foreigners, the great vista of the badlands and a sweep on counter measures, that has the uglies thinking they are winning, when all they are doing is gnawing off Ho at the knees.
This will all make a great deal more sense once the dawn comes and all the rat holes are exposed. Sure it is the alphabet soup spelled out to Hitler to keep the division in Dutchland, and everyone is looking at Normandy, but so many rats dispatched to be dispatched means this is the big show.
There is always so much to see if you are not looking in the mirror at yourself or looking at the girl.
Always like snickers bars.........always like snickers bars.
Just keeping the neighborhood safe from the rodents..........oh look Obama is on vacation this week and Rush is on vacation this week too..........
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