The Russians need to be shooting down civilian airliners like I need to be running a marijuana growing operation.

The Russians are extremely smart. They understand that information warfare is not the mere spreading of disinformation, but rather it is the interplay of informational structures residing in a higher dimension. In that higher dimension, the single most powerful weapon is moral authority.

So, no, neither the Russians nor any forces under their command had anything to do with Malaysian Air flight 17. (The Malaysians aren’t having very good luck these days, are they? Huh.)

Why was the flight off its usual course, bringing it directly over the zone of hostilities? Why did Ukrainian air traffic controllers direct the flight off its usual course? To place it into an area where it might plausibly be claimed that it was shot down?

And how do we know that the vehicle was hit by a surface-to-air missile? Might it have been a bomb loaded at Amsterdam? Isn’t that where airport security is so lax that an American consular agent had managed to escort the underpants bomber around airport security and on to the plane with no documentation whatsoever?

And coincidentally enough, one hundred of the world’s experts on AIDS perished on flight 17. Maybe it was a two-fer. Maybe these virologists were judged to be a threat to some upcoming biowarfare campaign.

You will find that NATO destroyed that plane, either by installing a bomb at Amsterdam, or by directing their proxy, the Ukrainian government, to shoot it down with a missile. I’m guessing it’s the former. A chemical analysis of the wreckage will identify the explosive and the vector.

The motive? To give the appearance of the loss of moral authority on the part of the Russians. But what these geniuses in NATO don’t understand is that the spreading of lies in this dimension in no way affects the arrangement of informational structures in that higher dimension.

This will only blow up in NATO’s face.

And to the NATO officers who planned and executed this outrage, I would invite you to perform the only honorable action within your grasp and auto-execute yourselves.


More Proof! Alex Jones Shapeshifts In Max Keiser Interview! | Alternative

I see that the Vatican Assassin by the name of Alex Jones has shown his true colors as a shape shifting reptile person. I just knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up his human disguise forever.

Before It’s News is a great site in that anyone can post an article. But the downside to that is that anyone can post an article, including government disinformation agents. Before It’s News is kind of like the Washington Post in that regard. (Though I prefer the dating stories at the Post.)

I would rather have a history of mental problems and teenage lovers than to be a shape shifting reptile person. I do not envy Alex Jones. Poor guy. He’s got a tough row to hoe.

Prison » TSA Lets Illegals Fly Without ID, Harasses Mom Over Breast Milk

On Friday it emerged that the TSA was allowing illegal aliens to fly on commercial airliners inside the U.S. without verifiable identification. As long as the individual was able to produce a Notice to Appear form, they were allowed to board the plane.

A TSA spokesperson immediately took to social media to deny the report, claiming media outlet Breitbart had lied about the story. However, the National Border Patrol Council (NBPC) obtained a statement from the Border Patrol union which revealed that the TSA had reversed the policy in the aftermath of the Breitbart story.

“TSA employees at Laredo International Airport notified Border Patrol agents last night at 11 p.m. local time that a new policy was in place that would not allow illegal aliens to fly solely using an I-862, otherwise known as the Notice to Appear form. TSA employees stated they will allow illegal aliens who had been released on their own to travel with a foreign passport or ID in addition to an I-862. We’re grateful that TSA has fixed this lapse in security, even if they won’t acknowledge it publicly. Our fear is that those who don’t study history are doomed to repeat it. In the worst case scenario, our commercial transportation system could have been exploited, as it was by illegal aliens nearly 13 years ago.”

The policy reversal proves that the TSA has once again been caught lying to the American people in an attempt to cover up its malfeasance. This latest scandal arrives months after it was revealed that the federal agency followed a State Department directive to spare members of the Muslim Brotherhood traveling to the US in 2012 a TSA pat down or any kind of secondary screening.

Do you remember the good old days when people possessed the first iota of faith in the federal government? One of the upsides to that entity’s flying of drones into the Twin Towers is that the jurisdiction killed itself. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

You can see that USov can field its constabulary to escort TSA agents off the property under force of arms. What would United Shitstain do about it? Invite a court battle wherein it gets publicly executed by words spoken by a USov principal?

Orlando, for example, has suffered a drop in tourism by the presence of TSA animals stinking up the airport. Orlando could easily contract with USov to provide airport security.

United Shitstain is a dead jurisdiction. Obviously, then, its successor jurisdictions, like USov, will be establishing and enforcing the law.

Can anyone tell me why that would not legally work?

Fine, then. If everyone’s so interested in hearing my Right to Travel argument in court, I’ll go ahead and state it.

I knew those Sheriff’s deputies were in town for the sole purpose of pulling me over. Despite my best efforts to evade them, they managed to sneak up on me. So good on you.

I now have three outstanding citations for driving on a suspended license, one citation for an unassigned registration plate, and one citation for lack of liability insurance. I’m really rackin’ ’em up.

A natural right is property. They are the tools bestowed upon one by his creator that enable one to fulfill his creator’s commandment that he toil for his own sustenance. In the supposititious beginnings of all Western law, God cast Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden and commanded that they provide for themselves.

Natural rights are those most basic tools that one requires in order to comply with God’s commandment that one provide for oneself. These rights include, but are not necessarily limited to, the rights to work, speak, defend oneself, procreate, and travel.

No man possesses the power to tax or regulate these rights. It is not even theoretically possible.

So instead of throwing these latest tickets in the trash, I will type up a letter and send it to the Judicial Bureau, which, apparently, is the name of the governmental entity possessing jurisdiction over driving infractions.

As I am not a lawyer (though most who claim to be lawyers are not lawyers either) I am unsure whether pleading before the court concedes jurisdiction to the court. I am not a driver or an operator. These are not semantic games that I’m playing. I am a natural person who is exercising his natural right to travel by conducting his personal conveyance along the public thoroughfares in the pursuit of his private business.

And to the judge presiding over that court, I will gently and respectfully tell you that one does not seek the state’s permission to exercise a natural right. As a courtesy to the court, I will inform you of the reasoning behind my actions. I will inform you that I am acting lawfully in the exercise of my natural right, the exercise of which cannot be converted into a crime.

I will inform you of the lawfulness of my actions, and that will be the end of it.

One does not ask for another man’s permission to exercise a right granted by God. So you see that your ruling in the matter is quite irrelevant to my behavior. The best that you can hope to do is to align your ruling with my perfectly lawful exercise of my natural right to travel. In short, you may aspire to not looking ignorant of natural law.

And if the court shall not acknowledge my right to travel, I’ll just keep racking up the citations and I will eventually be jailed. And then everyone can ask, “Why is Chris in jail?”

“Oh, Chris is in jail because the court does not understand the basics like natural law, upon which all Western law is based. Chris is in jail because he doesn’t know law words and because he doesn’t talk dog shit. In cuckoo nation USA, Chris is in jail because he’s assiduously following the law, every last dimension and layer of it.”

So I will type up a single letter to the court, and I will consider the matter settled.

I sometimes confuse even myself with my lexicon of comedic words of art.

In particular, there is some confusion regarding my terms for the United States “government,” especially in its relation to the United States seated at Grafton.

I have referred to the entity in Washington as, variously, “that total parade of idiocy,” “that shit heap,” “that stinking piece of trash,” “that collapsed heap of garbage,” “the disease,” “the shit stain,” “that words-of-art wonderland of fuckin’ freakery,” “that idiot nondiction,” and who knows what all else. If any in my audience can contribute to this list, please update the relevant Wikipedia page.

So I’ve been agonizing over precisely how to discriminate between the aforementioned malfunction seated at Washington (whose “laws” no person aspiring to even the barest modicum of decency would be caught dead following) and the de jure United States Government seated at Grafton, the one for which I am the president, the jurisdiction safely protected inside a fiction created by my legal construct of a principality, United Sovereigns of America, my own jurisdiction which possesses the ability to terminate United States by speaking.

So henceforth, that forgery seated at Washington shall be known as “United Shitstain.” And the entity seated at Grafton shall assume its proper name, the United States.

This clarification of terms is necessary because I will be extending to all executive branch federal employees in my audience the option of taking instructions either from Barack Obama, the President of United Shitstain, or from Christopher King, the President of the United States.

Trust me, I’ve got this all figured out. That idiot jurisdiction won’t know whether to shit or go blind when all the cops in my audience start acting in unison under my capable direction.

So let’s have some fun by freezing that total piece of fraudulent commie trash, Barack Obama, right out of the power structure.

Do you really want to continue working for a shit stain? Or do you want to feel pride when you put on the uniform in the morning?

Look sharp. I’ll be issuing executive orders soon.

Hoo boy. What next? Let’s go ahead and do some housekeeping material.

My staff have handed me a few notes to cover.

First off, someone left a Samsung Galaxy S3 on the pool table. If your dick matches what I’m seeing here in the selfies, you can have it back. And you might consider pin-protecting your phone from now on.

Issue Number Two: The urinal in the men’s room is clogged so please do not use it. And please do not urinate ONTO the plastic bag we’ve placed over the urinal. The custodial costs of my audience are high enough as it is.

Issue Number Three: There is a man in town who used to be the caretaker at the property at which I am the new caretaker. My job there is to maintain the property in exchange for free lodging in a trailer on the premises. This man has been informing the townspeople that I am growing marijuana on the property and selling it. He apparently is upset that he is no longer the caretaker.

The allegation is so preposterous that I will not even deny it.

I spend my days catchin’ terris and trying not to get whacked or set up. There’s not a whole lot of time left over for my alleged marijuana growing operation. And if you knew this guy –who, I assure you, is in no way related to my clan– you would see the justification in my invoking the Ipso Quo Natorum defense.

I earn my living by trading on my good name. Some extremely wealthy people in this town depend on me to enter their homes unescorted for the purpose of performing maintenance. I will not permit my good name to be sullied by those who bear false witness.

And on the matter of bearing false witness, if I even suspect a United States employee of speaking to, interviewing, or otherwise communicating with or spooking any of my customers, including the owner of the property at which I am the caretaker, I will burn that shit heap to the ground so fast and I will roll so many cop cars that it’ll look like an episode of Dukes of Hazzard around here.

Remember who holds the cards. If my ability to earn a living is in any way complicated or impeded, I will lay down that single most powerful card in that 53-card deck, and I will make that collapsed heap of garbage styling itself a jurisdiction go bye bye, forever and ever, Amen.

Now let’s return to the show.

Michelle Obama is not transgender. He’s a drag queen.

(I feel bad for black people. I love to see the underdog win, so I felt it was justice long overdue when Barack Obama won the presidency. Since then, of course, I’ve learned that he is the biggest thief, liar, con artist, fraud, criminal piece of trash ever to stink up the White House. So I am willing to agree to a do-over and let the black community have a different first black president later.)

It seems that Michelle Obama is actually some dude named Michael. Is there any dimension to the Barack Obama Experience that is not a total fraud?

“Please meet my wife, the drag queen. See the crank in the front of her dress?”