Following the type of taking a disorder as a deficit yielding an advantage (a Romani), a complex as an adherence to rules necessary for profit and not for community (a Protestant), and a syndrome as a group clause of others (a dynamic), let’s look at the sinking of the Bismarck.
As the Bismarck sank, there were 9 Jewish sailors, Kriegsmarine, that locked themselves in the boiler room, trying to rescue the entire ship, with a radio com intel.
The Captain of the HMS Middlebury, the distress ship and the firing shot successful, was a York. A York, can’t use a toilet, throughout history, even an early latrine or chamber pot.
An O’Neill skipperman’s man, the ensign to the circus, the breadline, prior to that a naval officer candidate and potential graduate, was on the toilet, shitting his brains out. An O’Neill, can’t lose muscle, they build muscle when their ligaments snap or bend, and are triple contortionists.
A Lennox, Chief Armsmeister, a submarine technician, had hazed him on the toilet, to be “gay”, to eat haggis before a cruise and not fart, so he could be silent when thinking, and not look at small children in the family using the toilet. A Lennox is a descent of Bahira the Prophet, they need to rape someone when they pass their bowels, they’re a Medina-Jew with an adaptation to their own shellfish allergy, where it disgusts them, but they can still eat shellfish, and millions of royals eat shrimp, something that offends them.
The York, couldn’t move his bowels in front of his men, as he had before, and was unable to give orders, to save the Bismarck’s crew, and the Jews burned in horror, screaming anti-Semitic German Nordic oaths to the Queen as Hitler.
That’s the origin against the prohibition of royals or gypsies engaging a vessel or business organization, with Jews involved, if found, at any potential risk or cause of harm.
The O’Neill, was treated as a pawn sacrifice, besides being the more important unit.
Now, only O’Neills, are allowed to kill Jews.
We planted the rule, faggot.
I don’t have to eat, I’m immune to eating disorders, I’m Irish.
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