The Reptile Report #061401
Timothy McVeigh Didn’t Die!

Timothy McVeigh did not die of a lethal injection. He was put into a state of suspended animation to be brought back for the up and coming “Hell Extravaganza”.

I noticed something was wrong when he didn’t show up at the appointed time. Since I am The Door (as you all must gather by now) I am on hand to welcome Home all the victims of untimely deaths (and most deaths are untimely). They pass through me to get where they are going. Together we witness their Alpha and their Omega. It’s not difficult to see who is doing what to whom.

We have a bad situation here folks.

In the old days people knew better than to let their dearly departed loved ones out of their sight. No one trusted morticians and with good reason. When someone died the family laid them out at home and maintained a candlelight vigil. They protected their loved ones from the ghouls who traded in blood and body parts.

In Texas there’s a lot of organ harvesting going on. Some of their meat processing plants have a side business in body parts. There’s also a very big underwater “hide the salami” party in Huston these days. The evidence is mounting against them so they had to throw a flood. Chaos is a great concealer of guilt, eh...Junior Bush? We’re on to you and yours and the very big shadows behind you. While you’re busybusybusy jet hopping around Europe behaving like a TV evangelist and promoting missile defense systems like a used car salesman, we are workingworkingworking to expose you for what you are, superfluous fluff, unnecessary lint, troublesome and annoying but a perfect President of the United Snakes of Israel.

I’m going easy on you Junior ‘cause I know that you’re a Manchurian Candidate yourself. Your daddy sold you into service a long time ago. You were the price of admission for his success. He paid you, as in forked you over, to get where he wanted to go.

“...down the snakes and up the ladder”
--Leonard Cohen “Closing Time” The Future

Nice Pop, eh?

Now you’re doing just what you’re told to do and you’re not having a very good time of it. You might as well be living on death row for all the fun you’re having. Say, according to the “lord” you now worship, the sins of your daddy are delivered onto your head, and your children’s head and your children’s children’s heads and your children’s children’s children’s heads. Doesn’t seem right does it? I mean, why should you pay the bill for your daddy’s crimes? And why should your children pay for them too? I mean, anyone who gets into bed with Israel, is bound to wake up some morning with a very severe hangover until the third or fourth generation. The trick is to stay out of Israel’s bed! Like Nancy Reagan said, “Just say ‘no!’”

Jana Janus
Omnipresent on The Mean Planet