Crime and Comics (The Old Cancer)

Comic books have been an industry for centuries, first as Jewish trade manuals in France and England, for defeating laws of constabulary, later as a tool of intimidation by government to draft to United States and German cavalry schools, in the 20th century as a force of propaganda to Goebbels through Italian Mafia distributors with Mussolini, and in their modern form as Zionist exultation of product to be followed in false show of Christianity by a ‘talking head’, the informal term for a pundit to be mocked by anyone, the talking head being an individual that considers a real clear view of news or events or history to be theirs personally, or a group’s, a ‘hot button’ issue. Common repetition in law and logic is from these disastrous rags and this related behavior.

So where’s the common thread?

Each of these, are the building levels of comics, informally reported here by a jock of the trade that had a minor publication or two, mostly as energized pranks, that have sadly become industry qualms with open publication of all kinds, even mine, textbook diversive sources of industry misreference, tailing ‘chatter’ (little geeks repeating information as if an authority, in the future to be lawyers and state representatives, movie fans sucking in garbage from Comedy Central and other sources, that all place politicians on the pulpit by avoiding a case in court and settling it with a street duel, the famous ‘Law and Order’ model of protecting a cocaine narcotrafficker, or a street gang affiliated with the comics pictured in form below).

The levels of comics:

The Shop: This guy owns a comic book shop, he’s farmed the town. He’s an industry representative that did well at the convention, but didn’t cosplay, he can’t sell merchandise, just talk.

The Team: These guys are pranksters that think they’re actors, being run by a Mossad representative like a doctor or license, that’s ‘owned’, someone framed him as a pedophile. He thinks he’s clearing himself.

The Doc: This guy is a patch man, a once successful and friendly juvenile ‘accountant’, anyone who can manage books. He’s where talent dies.

Talent: These guys are farmed from a shop town, collected by the team, and overseen by the Doc. They all have a rank. It doesn’t matter. They’re light readers, they feed the Team, the parliamentarians, the heavy readers, that give out rules they have to follow.

The Junior: A spy or Hebrew agent that retired to become an editor, the guy behind the talent’s public face management.

The Writers: The children of the Juniors, these guys are all the children of editors that became serial killers, through surviving a scandal.

The Hit: The actual Mob, these guys get you your research material, on ‘hardies’, they swing elections in small towns against the comic industry, to get a shop in town, on parent ‘memorabilia’ demand.

The Authors: These guys got a writer’s degree, to come up with ‘dice work’, the actual peripherals. They’re all flunked CIA agents, mob bosses, failed cops, even professional soldier that have been driven so psycho by a ‘jarhead’, a stereotype soldier, that they want to kill idiots, so they make ‘ruses’, a ‘riddleback’ text.

The Wanks: These guys are veterans that failed every level but managed to keep on the line. They feed material to prostitutes, who pass the material to get into an escort ring, sex slavery for the mob, or the government, if the cops want some ‘pussy’, a wife in a lockup shelter, called a cop’s house.

Kill Team Alpha: A cauterization squad, in case a journalist goes rogue. Actual soldiers with a lawyer as the frontman, to pop a guy in prison.

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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