You're little more than a troll yourself, Jaxvid. The first time I ran into you, way back, I said, whoa, why is this guy a mod here? Why are you a mod here? Did you send them money or something?
werewolf said:
No one would pay you for your stupid politically correct gibberish and googling up zio-shill websites silly name calling ("conspirationalist"!).
Good for you, you phony, because I'm not "antisemitic" at all.
Obsessed with Israelis? No, chump...
werewolf said:
This place is a waste. A lot of people here are no better than all the dimwitted fat asses sitting in front of their tv sets slack jawed soaking up what their friendly leering talking heads and politicians tell them. They just happen to be dimly aware that white athletes might somehow, for some unknown reason, not be getting a fair shake on their favorite tv spectator sport.
And the ****roaches come in with their one liners and then crawl back into the woodwork when you call them out on their BS, as always.
werewolf said:
This shill got on his google and googled up a zio disinfo site.
So, which search engine do you use then, sport?
Are you
that unacquainted with the concept of manners? How old are you anyway, for your hysterical comportment would suggest a pimply fourteen of fifteen? Just because someone is not in fanatical agreement with your eternally recycled, "irrefutable" proclamations (which you probably even mumble during your few fitful hours of drooling sleep...) does not give you an automatic license to insult them or accuse them of being Zionists. In fact, your
modus operandi is no different from that of the Jews, whose primary weapon of debate is yelling "anti-Semite". In your case, it's "Zio-shill"...
Hang on, what was that noise? Ah, not to worry - it's just the Tooth Fairy popping in her diaphragm so she doesn't get knocked up again by her boyfriend, the Easter Bunny (who's a Mason in addition to being a secret Supernumerary Knight of the Garter and significant shareholder in NewsCorp).
If you look out of your window right this moment (or emerge from the cellar to a level which features an aperture to the outside world) you'll notice the luminous Bat Signal etched against the sable night sky. Of course,
any idiot can see that it represents the Sigil of Baphomet (which, incidentally, also adorns Jack Frost's jockstrap - just think about the implications of
that for a moment...). Anyway, it was activated by closet homo Commissioner Gordon, who heard rumours about a meeting of the Anti-Justice League (hepatitis B-infected pederasts to a man, each of whom sports a small but highly distinctive purple gannet tattoo on his sinister - for the Classically and heraldically challenged, that means
left - buttock) to be held in a St. Vincent de Paul "charity shop" on the outskirts of Gotham City. By the by, Gotham City's mayor siphons off significant sums of ratepayers' money to purchase guns, explosives and, most importantly, Glasgow Celtic jerseys for the Real IRA - which goes some way to explaining the poor state of that city's stormwater drains...
But sorry, I digress. Batman hasn't even noticed the Bat Signal as he is otherwise pleasantly engaged shagging Lois Lane (and using the opportunity to test a couple of Bat-gadgets with plenty of commercial potential) on a custom-made four-poster bed manufactured by a Faroese company covertly financed by MI6. This bed just happens to be located in a hotel owned by Supo. To top things off, there's a KFC outlet three blocks down the road - can't you see the connection?!?! Come on, it's bloody self-explanatory! All you have to do is open your eyes, you ignorant zio-chump-shill with bells on!
But the obvious question to pose at this juncture is "why is Batman porking Superman's sheila?" Now,
here's something the media most definitely doesn't want you to know: the so-called Man of Steel is actually a whimpering impotent who hasn't been able to crack a fat without the aid of industrial doses of erectile dysfunction drugs (the costs of which are covered by General Motors and - therefore - the US taxpayer...) since the age of seventeen (
insert Stevie Nicks soundtrack here...)
Superman usually has a vast stash of ****-stiffening pills locked away in a booby-trapped warehouse, but his entire supply of
triple-strength Erecto-Max (the variant not sold to the public and normally exclusively available to Benedictine monks - but only on feast days...) was stolen by ASIO triple-agent Elmer Fudd, who simply blasted his way in with an oversized shotgun. In case you weren't aware, Fudd uses the same speech pathologist as Chris Eubank. With Superman soft as a newborn's crap and that slapper Lois Lane (as usual) just panting to get off, Batman plunged straight into the breach - but not before hastily applying some free-from-animal-testing makeup to conceal the purple gannet tattoo on his left arse cheek...
As we speak, the now freakishly boned up Fudd is copping a tit wank off Jessica Rabbit, who is employed as a part-time "honey trap" operative by an obscure splinter group of the FLNC! She was once in a
menage a cinq with - get this! - Nick Clegg, Johnny "Mad Dog" Adair, "Mean" Gene Okerlund, and Prince Albert of Monaco (the latter's active participation was hampered by the effects of a "bobsledding mishap", which was in truth an assassination attempt ordered by Herman Van Rompuy's dentist). Mind you, I didn't just google it up, mate. No, this is all true, as I heard it directly from Meat Loaf's cousin, who was right there at the scene of that Red Bull-fuelled five-way debauch, which took place in an abandoned abbatoir fifteen miles and three yards north-northwest of Tadcaster. He filmed the whole thing (perforce holding the camcorder in his non-dominant hand). The footage is shaky but clear. This episode plainly throws an entire new light upon the price of cashews, doesn't it..?
By the way, that fellow across the road who is staking out the seedy dump you call home - you know, the geezer in the trench coat and fedora hat - is a Mossad spook. But don't be alarmed, as he's only waiting for the right moment to break the news that your real father is a Jewish sperm donor who, notwithstanding his rabid Zionism, was expelled from Gush Emunim on account of his "unhealthy" obsession with Negro boxers and their "steel wool" hair...
