It’s like an alien species has a head-lock on America!
By Phillip Marlowe (the INCOG MAN)
So, I’m sitting on the can the other day taking care of my morning business. I know, I know — like you care about all that. Too much information, right? Well, I had a bizarre mental and real world coincidence while sitting right there on the sh*tter thinking about crap other than literal crap. My world is so weird. Or maybe I’m just weird? Hell if I know.
I’ve got my handy little vaping device to toke a few long smoky hits so the place doesn’t stink up so bad. My cup of black coffee is sitting on the sink counter just to my right. Yeah, yeah, I’m a big “regular guy,” alright. Women (entire life plural) have found my daily “regularity” a humorous topic for some reason. I think it must be jealousy since so many of them seemed so bunged up with constipation all the time.
I had one girlfriend so jammed up plumbing-wise she couldn’t go for days on end, for real. Man, that woman sure could get bitchy!*
While I was sitting there taking care of matters, I’m contemplating the wonderful world of PARASITES. Somebody came here on my site just the other day and dropped a comment asking if anyone reading here might know the online link to this book PDF on you-know-who as parasites. There’s been quite a few smart folks seeing the metaphor of “them” as parasites of the White race long, long before little old moi came to the same conclusions.
Read on my droogies.