The Reptile Report 102799
TO THE REST OF YOU

I want you to get out your US one dollar bill again. I want you to turn it over and carefully study the symbol of the pyramid on the backside. If, as you study it, you are NOT filled with a sense of pride, power and world domination images, consider yourself fortunate. You, my friend, are innocent. You are also free. Go forth and begin a celebration for soon your rightful place on Earth shall be restored.

Mark 11:23-24 For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive [them], and ye shall have [them].

Now, for the rest of you.

I want you to disregard the bottom of the pyramid. Let’s just say it dropped out of your world. I want you to concentrate on the top of the pyramid, the separated section with the all-seeing (evil) eye. I want you to revel in your feelings of pride and power. I want you to welter in your feelings of separateness and superiority. I want you to wallow in your smugness, knowing that you belong to such an old and worldly secret tradition that claims to be the “rulers of the world”. When you are totally submerged in this diabolical madness I want you to shout, loud and clear, for all to hear, “I serve the masters of the world!”

Come on. I can’t hear you. Surely you can do better than that. Let’s hear it again. ‘I SERVE THE MASTERS OF THE WORLD!”

That’s more like it.

Now that we have that out in the open, I want you to recall your service. I want you to make a list of all the evil deeds you did from that lofty spot in the evil eye at the top of the pyramid. I want you to recall all the times you willingly made yourself deaf, dumb and blind to the sorrowful plight of those beneath you, those who you separated yourself from. I want you to reexperience the heartlessness of your actions as you carried out your orders to crush those beneath you. I want you to remember how you turned your back on the hurt and hungry Children who cried themselves to sleep, night after night, while you reveled in the thought that they were somehow less than you and therefore they did not count, even as a tortured calf does not count except when its soft, muscleless flesh is served, for your dining pleasure, as Veal Parmesan.

Yes. I want you to remember those thoughts. I want you to remember how you looked down on your fellow Humans Being and called them “goyim” or “animals”. I want you to read what your holy books have to say about them. I want you to relive your feelings of superiority. I want you to pump yourself up with pride, you who think of yourselves as “the chosen ones”. I want to hear all about your proud traditions.

I want to hear all about how Abraham was “teeched” by “god” and proceeded to mutilate the penis’ of all the males around him. I want to hear how he pimped his wife Sarai to extort the Pharaoh’s goods. I want to hear about Jacob, and how he swindled his brother Esau out of his rightful inheritance. I want to hear about Joseph who swindled the Egyptians out of everything they had including their lives.

I want to hear about Solomon who had a thousand sex slaves and thought nothing of deciding an issue by chopping a baby in half. (Please don’t tell me how wise that was because I know what THE SECRET INGREDIENT was in Solomon’s Temple! I know that chopping up babies was common practice by that monster.)

I want to hear about Jesus. I want you to tell me how proud you are of koshering Him. I want to hear you brag about how you boiled Him in excrement (The Talmud: Gittin 57a. Says Jesus is in hell, being boiled in "hot excrement."). Why don’t you tell everyone how He got to be excrement since that was one of your major accomplishments.

There aren’t enough bits and bytes to record all your crimes against Humanity so here’s what I want you to do. Take your one dollar bill and with a pair of scissors cut through the gap between the upper and lower sections of the pyramid. Put the lower section aside. You will not be needing it anymore. In fact, it will no longer yield anything for you. Study the upper section and when you fully get what I am telling you, IMPLODE. That is an order! It is also a kindness.

Of course, if you insist, I could start listing all your crimes today but we all know they are exactly the same. You haven’t changed a bit since you began. You are stillborn and you know it.

The Last Waltz for you is the Rigor Mortise Rag.

Jana Janus
Omnipresent on The Mean Planet