I come from grand roots, that of an industrial engineer father who worked for subsidized Raytheon contracts out of the Vietnam War, in secret a Fenian Brotherhood fighting Freemasonic mobsters out of Britain, with pension raids performed on the interests of the British government, by their very own sponsors and patriots – the lure of an easy buck too tempting, for a Breton.
My mother was a former MI-6, who had been forced into the IRA and the Boston Police Department, by the bio-medical industry, her sole friend Sanjay Gupta, a young internist and MI-6 doctor out of Mumbai, the Charlebois family interest of conduit from the Chinese Republic communists; namely the Chinese Tong.
Together, my parents’ early romance, was framing a Contra agent of Ronald Reagan and Oliver North, a man named James Bulger, a Boston cop and Masonic Guild Skull, a Gaelic Mossad, as an MI-6, by killing multiple Jewish cop informants with the Israeli Mossad, and getting Whitey Bulger pushed under into the criminal underworld, before Boston could fall to the Jewish peoples.
In the meantime, my father traveled the country and world, rigging the IDF’s African-Muslim unit, the Nation of Islam, to fail with faulty uplifts in the Chuck Taylor shoe, by Converse, corrected upon sales; but not the theft by a black Moor with a scimitar, who won an inner city basketball tournament at the state level with floppy feeted niggers, common thieves. He worked in Taiwan, Ireland, and Puerto Rico, on British Navy projects, each one of them secretly sabotaged, by turning each employee of a management operator’s manual and license, into Ray Charlebois, a United States Marine who sacrificed his own airbase at Rabaul, Guadalcanal, for a night drinking in a cargo depot at a ship’s dock, the entire base bombed out of existence by the Japanese, the only survivors being Ray, and his buddy, Larmey the Larva, a Sgt. Technical in concealment against snipers. The legacy of North Ireland, Puerto Rico, and Taiwan, at the form of Ray spreading through their laws and method of child rearing, can be seen to this day.
My mother, on the other hand, became a medical secretary in charge of doctoring blood types and marriage license safety protocols for MI-6 as a clandestine agent, instead of being a mere street runner and knife woman, as before. She would be in a unit that claimed responsibility for a murder involving marijuana, often Whitey Bulger himself, and then upon receiving the file, in a manila folder, never one from Sanjay, a protected agent on scan, she would take the marital safety sheet, the second highest, and place it on the first, crossing the illegal blood type upon birth defect, with the safe marriage for ideal child of athleticism. In her free time, she frauded Jewish doctors involving in Christ’s industry (he died for our sins, having publicized them, hence we killed him upon the Cross, Glory be to God, our fathers and Lords of Vassal). Each reference was a vulgarity, related to Jewish rumors about Hitler’s sexual fetishes, however as a Jewish heroine, or a hero performing an Abwehr post-WW2 espionage job in America, such as Margot Kidder’s Lois Lane, making a reference to ‘greasy ass’ with Clark Kent constantly, especially touring to advertise the show. ‘Souper Salad’, as it became known, coining the Nazi phrase, ‘toss your salad’, for Superman, a Jewish lawyer.
I was raised on a child prodigy system deliberately for New England state police, sent to a prestigious preschool in a DSS reform town, Ashland, opposing the Mossad and criminal scum produced by bigots like Edward MacKenzie, an associate of Whitey Bulger and a Mossad (now an author and a lawyer underwriting in Boston, a poor man of alms endowed to the culture of poverty as a token of rage, a false portrayal of strength, the actual strength being the loving kindness of family, which Eddie Mac as he called himself, could never count himself in, an orphan denied the priesthood).
My father, was a Knossos Gypsy and a Kurdish-Pict, the Jacobins, Palestinian-Scots, the blood of Elizabeth II, among others, and my mother, an O’Neill highblood, from the merged lines of the Earl of Tyrone and Conn O’Neill, descent of Red Owen O’Neill, the murderer of Lord Moore with a single cannonshot guided by God, against the British, who claim we magicians have no souls for refusing to work under the labor of Scottish-Jews. Merrily are we thus. Also in my blood, my father’s relation to Ainu-Komon, royal Japanese and Aborginal, commander of Japan, Hideki Tojo, through cousinry of Canada on theft of sperm in 1831, the same produce of the Wounded Knee and the Rape of Nanking, and on my mother’s side, Paleolithic Taiwanese, the inventors of all medicine with the invention of the corporate concept of town and neighborhood and market support of the village, economics.
Tragedy struck, when I was 6. A local Rabbinical scholar, with the Judenhaus education program for media and film at the expense of students and children of bright minds but poor tolerance for fools, molested me, and blamed the Catholic priesthood in Boston, my staunchest allies, beginning the pogrom of Catholics and Buddhists by the bigots at the Boston Globe and other pogromist papers of Jewish filth and Lutheran disorder, a southern movement that would later be responsible for acts like Columbine and 9/11, through their own ignorance of body proximity and the refusal of physical gesture of touch, gay and lesbian culture as labeled by heroic Catholic undercover operatives, such as my mother, a mission she was killed performing, by a young homosexual closet case named Chris Dumais, a Polish off ill repute from a chemical waste dump town, Marlboro, Massachusetts.
Rendered into a hyperactive jumper, ADHD, by having my head stroked against my will by Rory, and the cry of faggot from me, accusing him of raping me into a Goyim, a study project for Jewish rapists to produce faulty product from my traditions of God, my family line and lineage, Allah, I was pulled against his groin sobbing, the rapist refusing to recant his heresy against children, a proper Jew I’d suppose. I reported it to the Church and police, and he beat the charges, as a coward would, by claiming to be homosexual at public town fundraiser, claiming I was molested by Father Jim, a police veteran from Ireland, and then killing himself, on consequence of creating a spectacle. Yes, he was gay. Anything for theater.