Three Guys Walk Into a Bar (Alan Moore, Karl Marx, and Quetzcoatl)

How to Construct Alan Moore:

Alan Moore, has a particular issue of writing. Young, he surpassed himself at Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice”, placing men out of Darcy, a pickup artist from poverty (Austen’s intent, for such a man to be manipulated at a trade house, the fee of task offered for her work on the book – literature, as always, has a purpose for money paid to author). Alan Moore, was a tax attorney, hence he had a higher calling, in literature, than a mere corporate customs book.

Alan Moore, specializes at targeting and neutralizing non-homophobic heterosexuals that are members of the Unitarian Church, considering them a movement of fiscal child molesters – in other words, they reduce you to a childlike or infantile state, then seize your property through manipulation of humiliation as if you are reduced to petty power, while they coax and stroke their father and their children they’ve stolen from you in sweatshops and mills, not considering themselves at all unusual.

Such is the delusion of the common pederast, a low intelligence quotient version of a Unitarian. The highest calling of such a line of thinking, of course, is the Queen’s Order, with the Monarch himself or herself being the most deviant personality in their own self-assuredness at being “straight”, the English term for a rapist con artist escaping through court’s technicality (instead of a proper beating in an alleyway, the American answer to a “straight” man, instead of a homophobe, someone that responds boundaries of space and touch).

Anyways.

Alan Moore, upon cornering the Unitarian, will ellict a term for themselves, from them, on their latest irrational claim, related to the logic they have succumbed to (his plot of hero), such as “illiberal” (police logic of Unitarians, Judge Dredd and 2000 AD), “occult” (priestly logic of Islam taught to and through Israelis), or “juwe” (the Masonic opinion of Judaism despite lacking allergy to stems and stamen of shellfish).He then places the term of book, within the work, as a group, large congregant body.

At which point, all the Unitarians read his work. This is where the fun starts.They place themselves, as the hero of the work, but not in jest, as I prefer to do since childhood (hero or villain, my mother’s doctor a natural Unitarian, Dr. Glenn, a Hebrew therapist). The hero, of course, is placed comically, as someone without humor, yet encompassing a child’s fantasy.

Which is where the fun starts. They divest their assets, and place themselves in clinical wards, as doctors, the purpose of medical development of any medicine or chemical, even Coca-Cola, having been experimented with on the entire world for centuries, beginning in America in the 1940s with the “Superman” character and the seizure of American university texts of proper frame of academic.

In other words, all the craven and meek, become doctors, nurses, psychiatrists, social workers, or corrections officers. They are the target market, of every single medical or chemical test on civilians, even politicians or actors or cops. Alan Moore, has created such a monstrous Hell for the Queen of England, he doesn’t know that she’s a racist child molester, because she allows it all to happen, instead of just letting poor people become doctors, like we had before the Anglican Church and its various Protestant extensions like Lutherans and Calvinists and Communists, all run out of England through Marx’s system.

The inherent humor, is that Marx’s system, is capitalism, an inversion of proper property logic, created by a Mestizo Native, as a gift, for being threatened, therefore returned to Europe and eventually the whole world, as charity (actually robbery of self, to give charity, to any Native or Mestizo or Taino, a warrior, convict, or saved soul – North America, Latin America, the Antilles).In other words, Alan Moore is my asshole, and Marx, is the sphincter.

Native Americans and Mestizos and Tainos, are immune to all the medicine they test on us, it does nothing, even as a placebo.

We all smoke cigarettes and drink booze instead.

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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