Arab Muslims invented standup comedy, it’s part of their dominatrix cult, since Muhammad.
Muhammad didn’t actually do anything, they told him he did something, something they were already doing, and he claimed credit for it one day in Jerusalem, and the aliens got him.
Jack Chartley, my twelfth cousin by twelve generations back, fixed it.
He invented Political Economy, Karl Marx, and Friedrich Nietzsche, through contract brokerage of French nobility in German-Protestant service to German lowland university, then died in the Franco-Prussian War and Nietzsche hallucinated him as the guy on the horse whipping it until Andreas Lou-Salome got a faceful of shit.
If you tell someone they did something, they didn’t actually do, it looks like you did it on your own, to the person telling you.
Nietzsche invented comic books.
Chartley scammed the Jews into inventing the Mafia to sell us cheap pig with comic books.
You get written into comic book characters forever, for trying to scam Muhammad into an alien abduction. It works because Friedrich Nietzsche, had a psychotic break, built into every comic theorist by legend since then.
A Nazi gives you a psychotic break.
So they get written into comic books, despite being the editor.
Just stop the pyramid coin prank, you don’t get written into comics.
Anybody that’s ever posed as you doing something that they did, has given Nietzsche a psychotic break, they’re a Nazi, for being a comic book editor, and get written as characters, forever.
They claim Nietzsche is an anti-Semite (gay), he caused the Holocaust (lesbian), or that he’ll give you a psychotic break from reading him (cop),
That’s every comic editor ever, for trying to get a bondage sub abducted by aliens.
The editor gets lampooned, then writes himself, as someone gay, clearly resembling the aggressor, thinking it’s the victim. And then he tells all his friends, especially in a film, that the other guy, is him. He is now transgender.
Happens to anyone that tries to get someone abducted by aliens, even once, for the rest of your life.
Comic books to support inner city kids with cheap bacon out of the American south’s rice crop in a hidden network so nobody knows who is victimizing them for attempting alien abductions, chemical and physical castrations, and sex hooks into prostitution, as a hooker or john or pimp.
Don’t dig on no swine, eh Nazi?
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