Who is the Racist (The Queen Won’t Say)

There’s a man, named Santa Claus, or a woman, named Sahar. They’re an obese, overweight freak, that actors prepare their entire life to play, after getting raped by one, in school, perhaps college. A stinky old bitch, called the hag if she’s stalking you, called the Elf if you’re a royal and you’ve offended her.

Sulla, the despot (not the dictator, that guy places messages on type or scribe, to a knight), is a Santa Claus.

He’s an old, overweight man, or a woman, with saggy tits, the Romulan.

Whenever your town has trouble, that Sulla has created, by being overweight, they come out, with a bell, for various town traditions, called “a parade”. No parade is the same without Sulla, the despot that cursed Julius Caesar, the descent of Virgil the Unblinding (a man who is blind by virtue of a different color sense).

Sulla is the despot, a man who is claimed to be benevolent, St. Nick, Satan Claus.

The O’Neills, Caesar, the O’Neills, blocked Sulla, the High Senate (Romulus) and their route to power, by getting deposed, having made the mistake of appearing in the parade, on a “float” (a platform, lugged by horses, many of whom died).

The stinkiest, most obese bitch possible, is Sulla’s daughter, and if you displease her, she controls your whole family’s identity, and sells them to terrorists, having no clearnance besides being that guy with the bell (the racist).

There are few racists, besides Sulla, the curled haired redhead, later to become the man with the beard, (Santa Claus), the prickish asshole at the parade shouting racial indictements about people with money (he can’t have any money, he never ruled Rome, we did that for him, but he had a bell, the prank of the Borgias to make him own a bell, to get him to buy airport tickets, the reference to the Borgias in rap, particularly the Borgia “Ice Cube”, or his victim, “Ice Tea”, an accusation of child molestation by a Borgia).

The truth is, siding with Sulla, turns you into a child molester, a big, sandy pondering sack of flab, that can’t lose weight, because you gain fat, then pull your belt up to your belly button, instead of hanging down, to your trail, for a tighter belt, a fast kick (or a big ugly, a Grecian kick into a wall, to crush your lungs, a reputed conversion to Judaism by the Golem of Prague, the Cretians, yours truly).

Sulla, performs a single function, getting fired, after they start a war. Santa Claus, started the war, and we whites, own the monopoly. They don’t breed anywhere else, or with any other royal. Sulla, raises kids, based on stolen debt certificates, of a man who wanted to con the American federal government, by collecting debt tickets, from a foreign government, on embassy loan. That means, they didn’t want a job, so they registered diplomacy recall, on a foreign regime.

That’s the Mall Santa. The Devil. He’s racist.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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