Q.: Shalom, Spiel! The final solution to the Jewish problem is gracefully disclosed. Convert to Antichristianity

       and the Sacred Reich will spread about the magnetic oil fields of the slaughter natives. The Socialist

       Kingdom is at the right red hand. Be a traitor to yourself and fall with me in love. The mantra du jour ad

       infinitum. No carnage gonna change your elemental tone.

A.: ‘The Decalogue’ is not an occasional surplus but a genuine abstract of the Oshist canon on the actual

       pretext. A sempiternal decree dead on time. Introducing the healing virus of negative thinking with an

       emergency. Ten inverted commandos say it all. Ten words and two mottos. Simplicity rules the divine.

Q.: All is probably not enough, my sweet Unlord. You may churn out a thoughty poem but couldn’t defend

       your outlandish theses before the cygnet committee. That’s the problem with you, not some enigmatic

       impediment. Your halfwit struggle is sui generis. Couldn’t resonate with the familiar bourgeoisie. Equality

       isn’t on your side. You’re unfit to sell your piss-poor art on the free market of uncensored gold. You are

      addressing a non-existent consumer with the cynical fanatism of a primitive alien. Your obduracy truly                sucks.

A.: I have turned many coats in my yassassin as a mental dummy but my ailing heart has never changed a beat.

       My organism has given up every hope but my soul is the same sane beginner as five decades ago. I do               what I must as long as I can, regardless of portent and consequences. I spat in the endless sea again. An

       impetuous attempt of ill communication. One more impractical joke of the Author, fuck him.

Q.: Not a stellar offering, is it? A sordid Davidian diorama to the newest of Laibach pertly misappropriated.

      Revisiting the threadbare image bank of the Bardo like nothing had happened. You are out of ideas since

1984. Just recycling the unused waste like a retired spinster. That’s what you are Charlotte, and no

      Bonaparte. The most boring groom of the Necronomicon.

A.: I’m just an unskilled miracle worker. All I can make is mistake. But I’m clever.

Q.: You are an impotent provocateur terrified of confrontation. What in the world would you do if getting a

       reaction, G-d forbid? Run under the first cover and deny that  you’ve ever been. A hundred years of solitude

       is your sole protection  from the predictable rage of the lynch mob. And the reprisal of the deep state.

       Hideaway is the safest space for you in a system gone criminally insane. The perfect Catch of the 24.

       Strange demise of an unborn antitalent.

A.: ‘The Decalogue’ is not something to debate. It’s a most objective pronouncement of independence. A

        counterrevolutionary communiqué addressing all tongues and types of the grand commotion. Prelude to

        the terminal crusade.

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Q.: So you do not happen to think Israel has the hereditary right to exist on the swell map of Gaia? Lining thus

      up with the international antisemites. Beware of the echo chamber.

A.: Misinterpretation is the karma of the word. My proposition is strictly metaphysical, with all due respect to

       the Balfour declaration. Personally I am very glad that Israel is real. An enlightened oasis in the

       Mesopotamian darkness. A man-made miracle of teleportation in the prehistoric desert. The last victory of

       Britain over the Barbarians. But its governing principle of democratic colonialism makes no Talmudic

       sense. An occupied territory is contrary  to the acquired spirit of cosmopolitan Judaism Himmler was

       Hellbent to persecute. Reuniting the lost diaspora is not a military exercise. But a strictly scientific

        procedure of ethic cleansing based upon the Eugenic reproduction of a post-racialist society. Except for

       the symbolical ancestry, the U.R. have nothing in common with the Israelites. Members of The Party

       abnegate their native genes. Everyone who says he’s a Jew is a Jew. What about that twist of sobriety?

Q.: Stop fooling around  in the midst of a catastrophe like a bungling idiom. Nihilism has its outer limits.

      Ignoring the galactic status quo of the Völkerschlacht won’t authenticate your obstinate idealism. Who

      are you to impugn the military industrial complex of the sacrosanct Kapital out of your secret dislocation?

      A vagrant migrant by all academic standards. A perfect unknown with no liaison to the educated masses.

      An invisible man on the cloud. There’s no message without a messenger. You must create an impact if

       wanna be heard. Lesson number one of nuclear reincarnation. Your voiceless bellows are demoralizing.

A.: I’ll send out my link to ten contactees on YouTube comme d’habitude. Adding it to the comments of their

       prolific output for ten consecutive days. Watch out cruel world, here is my comeback of five minutes

       crack for fame per annum. Third installment of an unviewed tryptich. Fighting improbability under

       house arrest. Straight outta the cage of the Lion of Zion. Should break the heart of a virgin or two.

Q.: The fake irony of your self-pity won’t bring the devil to tears. You’re a Beckettian renegade on general

       strike. Diffident Narcissism has always been the prime mover of your sentimental journey of unhappy

       return. By all logistic reading of the papers you’d come across as a multiracist, supremacist, neoimperialist

       anarchomystic thrice forbidden to enter the bipolar hemisphere if so wanted. Arch enemy of god and man.

       It is your lucky strike that you’re asinine and feeble. Only the loser survives.

A.: Ever since I updated the Ten Commandos I’ve been condemned to the passive observer’s ulterior                          disposition. No license to spy. And now the end is near, so I face the final curtain. I regret nothing                        that hadn’t been done. Just like my ancestors, I have tried in my way to set my people free. Against                    the baneful oddities of

       a demonic confinement I’ve never ceased working on my power station. I’ve grown zonked and jaded but

       haven’t forgotten the mission statement. The reconquest of New Jerusalem. Total peace on Earth.

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Q.: Good for thee, but not for me. Living with a suicidal maniac is a terrible expectation from a motherless

       child. After a lifetime of arbitrary exploitation I have no energy left to keep assisting your intrepid

       sabotage. This is the moment we have been waiting for. The onset of WWWIII as SPIONS knew in 1979.

       It has caused you a coronary infarction but you may not jump now. Our viability and that of the prison

       planet have been aligned by the Lord of the Zodiac. You can’t walk away in silence. The wedding bells

       are ringing.

A.: Don’t get too pathetic, Gina, there’s nothing much to do. The Apocalypse is on your cellular phone in the

      high-tech Purgatory. The Arabs’ hatred of Jewish settlers has no common ground with the Nazi

      Holocaust. It is in fact the exact opposite to the Dachau precept. Everyone who compares the two enmities

      should be reeducated. The hard working citizenry of the Kibbutz has no similitude with the evil octopus of

      the Masonic lodges. The Yellow Star has changed its color.

Q.: That’s quite a shocking affirmation from a wandering heathen. You owe Noam Chomsky an explanation.

A.: Apart from the Ashkenazy myth, there are two Judentums in existence against the Christian dominion in

      its recent TzimTzum. The transnational kabal of the Wirtschaft and the chauvinist liberalism of a genetic

      orthodoxy. Thus has antisemitism separated into a right and a left wing faction mistakenly identifying the

      two entities as a single foe. Double-trouble for the spellbound minority. Soon the Neo-Nazis will join the

      pro-Hamas scum and that will be the end of it by the Book of Ezekiel. What we badly need is an impartial

     Avenger. The wild nobility of a new Genesis.

Q.: That’s it, you see? Once you open your modest mouth there is no shut up. However, you’re not Christopher

      Hitchens. You are a stammering buffoon with an inimical accent. A hypocritical contradictator. Couldn’t

      convince a cannibal about your good taste. You’re better off behind the veil of silence. Incognito is your

      natural habitat. It keeps you nice and warm.

A.: The Holy Land is an anomaly. Secret agency into elected government. Diversion into nation-building.

      Conspiracy into geopolitics. From deported into denizen. The adventure of expulsion into homeland

      security. Tragic imbroglio of the Song of Songs.

Q.: Sounds like Heidegger to Ben Gurion. All you care about is individual justice. The death of a nation means

      nothing to you. Oh,Vienna.

A.: The Last Judgement is Overnational. It won’t discriminate by ethnicity. To die for a mountain is ridiculous

      nonsense. The future belongs to those who obliterate the past.

Q.: Social Darwinists will call for your deadhead. What’s the hardcore of the Torah anyway by your persuasion?

A.: The Jews are a sacrificial race chosen to profit from the curse of exile. Archetypal victims of natural

      selection. Guinea pigs of the coerced research. Their identity is forged by persecution. Their intellect was

      fashioned by the dauntless dialectics of esoteric materialism. The smart equilibrium of revolt and betrayal.

      The grey power of clandestine domination. Unlike Martin Luther King Jr, Theodore Herzl had a Freudian

      dream. A colony for the homeless is the last thing a Hassidic escapist should ever wish for. Borders are for

      voluntary slaves. Oswald Mosley was right.

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Q.: Whatever you might have to say makes no common sense. You’ll never be a potential influencer of the

      disorientated youth. Won’t be interviewed by Joe Rogan any time soon. The Illuminati is much better

      informed about the vagaries of the cosmic bargain than you presume to be in your hermetic seclusion. Your

      violent pacifism couldn’t convince an elderly crust punk. People are warriors and they want the war of their

      lives. That’s all about it and not Michael Jackson. The whole human race is jazzing for crime. The worst

      genome became the new elect overnight. Israel is ausradiert, can’t you see? Doesn’t need your extenuation.

A.: The instant input of the ‘Decalogue’ is in fact an everlasting revelation. It will be inveterate for a thousand

      Judenfrei years to come. An unquestionable exclamation.

Q.: You can shove it up yours and call for an ambulance. Nostalgia for lost horizons is bad for your heart

      condition. You’ve just been hospitalized for internal bleeding and it’s not metaphorical. Are you taking

      upon yourself the felonies of the world like a vulgar epigone? Blue soldier on the red frontline? Come on,

      lambchop, you can do better than that. Could you please inform me clearly where the Hell are we at?

A.: No problem. By 2014 AD as predicted, we have formally entered the realm of Astaroth’s nightmare. The

    infernal putsch that culminates these doomsdays is a triumph of the underworld  over the helpless corpse of

      dead time. The great clash of dimensions wherefrom the new domain of humanity is supposed to emerge.

      There’s nothing left to prepare for or getting home about.  All we’ve got to do is the rescue. All we have to

      build is The Building. Operation Aldebaran is our last chance. One way ticket for 144 000 binary couples.

      A radical transition of the climate. Let the children of gods massacre each other under the killing Moon.

      The Overnazi Army of the Few will never capitulate.

Q.: Hail and farewell the deserter-in-chief. Comrade Niemand spoke his dirty mind. You’re an autistic child,

      mein Schatz, playing with plastic bombs in your room without a view. Portrait of a classless mutant. You’ll

      end up eyeless in Gaza like Huxley. Should never have sold your soul to a swindler.

A.: The single main enemy of our great civilization is the Muslim Brotherhood and not the New Testament. The

       worst of Abraham. Kill the truculent patriarch of the dark ages. We are to save sex first of it all. Oshism is a

       cult of life. You pray as you breathe. Atheism is not a religion.

Q.: Halleluja, God  Is None! What an emancipating milestone in the protracted history of human consciousness!

      Hello Zarathustra!

A.: In any a case, it is much too late to recluse. Das Spiel is aus and I am cut down. Cannot write another Hit

      to stop the real thing. Kuwait was a joke. This is Armageddon. The top versus the bottom. Don’t tell it to

      anyone, I am Isaac. A fucking Jew.

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