Sunday, December 20, 2015

I Had A Revelation – There Is No G_D – Ending a 1400 Year Of Muslims Wars

This article might be too harsh for the sensitive heart, it's not meant to be implied.

In a desert landscape I walked up from a dune, when over the mound a greater glass structure sinking one floor after the other in my approach the hollow. Arriving on the ridge exposed to the seven story building, appeared at driveway level men dressed in Arab clothing savagely blasting away the jetting out front of the building. I shouted at the men, “Stop breaking thing down, which your kind are in need of.”

Scared of their reprisal, I continued walking along the elevated hill brow slanting down in the distance. The ridge leveled out at ground with the end of the building, when one of the man appeared around a sand dune. In a brutal and threatening gait, wielding the scalpel at hand approached. In a threatening tone of voice said in Arabic words, which left no doubt aggressive toward me. At a right moment, in one wallop, he fell to the ground, without sight of me beating the hell out of him. The scalpel flying far off my left shoulder, with a glimpse falling on the ground behind me. The man rose for another bare hand onslaught. He flew back again, without sight of my defensive punches or kicks rising several times from the ground, until I ran our of breath. Knocked out, I felt glued flat on my back, my limbs apart. on the ground and unable to move, came close to my face, smelling the man's foul warm breathing, unable to move, my body nailed down. With closed eyes, I sensed he withdrew, thinking he retrieved and outreached an arm a hand outreaching, fetching the scalpel with the intention go slice my throat.

This is where I thought my next move:

In that instant, I imagined at the moment of regaining my breath, to gather my stomach muscles at lifting my torso. In a jerk of coordinated muscle forces and a breath taking, I threw my head forward. The Arab yelled in pain, while I stood up alongside the man hiding his broken nose in both hands the blood running from the heel of his hands. In a rushed of sight I met the sheepish regard of the other men. They who had gathered, kept afar crowded, gazing at the resort of their leader yelling out of pain and out of action. I faced the little crowded faces who had ceased their auto-destructive demolishing spur. In an authoritarian voice I said, “There is no god – Let one of your men pickup the scalpel of your leader and cut off his balls.”

“Go where you came form,” I said to the men, and in refrain, shouting, reiterated, “There is no god – Let that generation it took Mohamed's wars to conquer the land around the Mediterranean basin.” In less time annihilating the thousand four hundred years of village destruction, terrorizing people, slaughter, rape, forceful conversions, slave driving, women, marrying little girls, be history. Wave my book about, the proof that there is no god. Was there a god, you would not have had wars, neither destroyed everything that another man built.


“In less than a generation, Take a man's knife, and castrate him.” If he hasn't got a knife take the next best thing, should a man touch the mother of living species – let people respect, and treasure life. Take off the veil of every woman. Tell women to seduce the man she wishes to have a child with. Let her child be out of her love nest. Let mothers educate her sons and daughters. Spread the word, 'That he be castrated, any man who touch a woman against her will, or her child without the full consent of equal maturity.' Let the child bear the name of the mother. Let man serve the woman that bears his child, and respect will reign among them. Let the vicious woman have no children, neither a man, so that children are at the center of their existence. 

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Flying knows no walls, are the creatures most tolerant sharing with other species


after a documentary on the Bonobos matriarchal versus their cousins the chimpanzees patriarchal society. these apes from the same roots have split by the Congo river to an entire different comportment. The Chimpanzee cruelty male dominance, versus the Bonobos appeasing love making female existence, which brought to mind, the children of globetrotters have a far greater tolerance of other cultures than the villager, or city dweller boasting generations planted in their quarters.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Merkel Charmed by Putin trampling while puppeteering with Europe

The famous French lyrics... and Literally, "The pleasure of love lasts only a moment. The grief of love lasts a lifetime." Angela Merkel should consider twice falling under the charming of Vladimir Putin, and dragging Europe off her guard against the manipulator. A man with more tricks up his sleeve, than the wits of Europe's magicians put all together. Politicians embarking with a woman loosing her head over love, when only pointing to an abyss in silence can resolve Russia taking Europe by surprise. rest assure where did one get with Syria. The Putin Vulture is in the air, in symbiosis with the Dragon, it is a character one can't envisage dealing with. Patience, his controlling reign has to get to an end sooner or later.