The Beast Is Among Us (Again!!)

Is Julian Donkey-Boy. Everything About Him Is Scream "Antichrist"!!!!

The always-reliable Bible (New Testament) is tell us that when the Antichrist is come to Earth, everything about him will make people think that he is really the Messiah, and you can see from the picture above that the founder of Wikileak is tick ALL the boxes in that regard. Not only is he blond and blue-eyed like Jesus, but also he is a reader of the communist atheist Guardian "newspaper" and he is use an Apple Mac laptop. Nothing could be more puke-inducinglish right-on and do-goody and decent and APPARENTLY moral, unless he was wearing a halo. Even his name is suggesting holiness: Julian Ass-Ange, which is mean Julian Donkey-Angel in French, a reminder of the birth of Our Lord in a manger in a stable in Australia all those years ago. Is therefore no coincidence, I think, that this sinister epitome of virtue has appear at this time of year, like an unmoving star in the firmnament, so that people deliberately make the connection between him and the true Messiah.

However, no true Catholic will be deceived by this façade. Or should I say, F-ass-ade? No. Is façade. Is a French word. For one thing, Wikileak itself is pretending to be a source of liberation for humanity that can only bring good results, as if knowledge and information were ever a blessing. All that Wikileak has done so far is sow dissension, doubt, mockery of authority, and social chaos. In a time when everyone sensible is agree that society and social cohesion is founded on trust, faith, obedience, and discipline, the very idea that knowledge wants to be free is an offence to humanity as a hole. We must keep knowledge in its place! There is more important things than knowledge and freedom, and those who preach otherwise are dissemblers and bringers of discord.

Also, if you say his name properly, Assange's name in French is NOT donkey and angel but Ass-Singe. Si! He is revealed to be Julian Donkey-Monkey! Thus is esposed his true Darwinian atheist agenda and true patronage. The Book of Revelation by John the Hallucinator is telling us in Chapter 6 verses 65-67 that:

Beware the beast born of the coupling of ass and ape, who will rise when the Moon does not. There will be much wailing and gnashing of teeth in his wake. In his bearing he will resemble Adam, but in his character he is the snake.

Everythin here is thus clear as liquid! You can see in the photo above that Donkey-Monkey is the bearer of the Apple! What was the Apple in the Garden of Eden? It was the forbidden fruit which Man ate at the bidding of the Snake. What was the apple represent? Knowledge! Which was what lead to Man's downfall. Quod Bot Demstromandum. The Donkey-Monkey is the Snake!

The final bint in the jigsaw is the nonsense about the Moon not rising. This is make sense when you are realize that there is a lunar moon eclipse on December 21st this year, which is, not coincidentally, the Solstic, the longest night of the year, when everything is coated in darkness. Is truly the most appopriate time for the appearance of the antichrist himself, and God have sent us these warnings, in the sign of the eclipse, the Bible, the Apple computers, and the silly name Wikileak, to warn us that this man is the TOTAL INCARNATION OF EVIL INCARNATE! Approach him only with garlic and onions. Do not try to apprehend him, or he will use his special hypnotic powers and laser vision. Also he will fly away. Whatever British judges is say. He has secret wings.

In Franco's day we would have all enjoy a massive show trial and witch burning before Donkey-Monkey was found correctly guilty and shot. Is a sad indictment of our world, I think, that we cannot do this anymore. There is lots of candidates who I would like to see burn at the steak, and is so cold at the moment that we could all do with a good fire to gather round and rub bodies together. Would be very good in itself for social cohesion. And even if there was not a fire, we would probly all be stick together by the cold.

Is a joke!

Erin Go Feudal!

The Future is So Dark, I Cannot Find My Shades

As you can see from the above photo which I was take the day before yesterday, everyone here is bloody freezing and having to huddle together on the beach at Playa Blanca in the hope that our body heat will generate enough warmth to see us through another miserable Canary winter. You may not have notice the weather report among all else that is going to go on these days (such as the Winkileaks fiasco and the Danny Bonaduce surprise wedding/massacre) but last week the temperature in Lanzarote dip to 21 degrees Celsius. Is a big disgrace! And we are all know who to blame for this, don't we?: Yes. Is the filthy Jews and their Masonic allies who control the weather in order to manipulate the markets. You know, my good neighbours the Mengeles have had to dig out their old black leather overcoats and peaked caps, which they have not worn since the war! And even then, they dare not venture outside; not even in the daytime.

But Manuel, I am hear you say, how come all those people on the beach in Playa Blanca are naked? I know you have a lot of Germans there in the Canarias, and we all know how much they like to be the first on the beach, but we are also know how much Germans love their lebensraum. The only thing worse than being squashed up against a fat sweaty German belly is being another fat sweaty German. So who are all the other naked peoples? They are not English because there are no tattoos. What give?

Well the answer is simple. They are all normal native Canarians. More specifically, they are the indigenous populations of Lanzarote. And as you can see in this picture, they are all facing towards Fuerteventura, which is full of soft southern shites and where the temperature is currently 24 degrees Celsius. In a proud display of Northern machismo, the Lanzaroteans are stripping to their bare breasts and showing that no matter how cold it is get in Lanzarote, we are all hard. Also we are drinking proper beer, Dorada Especial. None of that fizzy Clara piss. And we are smeurk the tabs.

Of course, even in our shivering we are mindful of occurrences that take place elsewhere in more fortunate lands. In lovely pissing Ireland, for esample, today is when is announced the decision that the country have decided to revert to feudalism, having finally realize that the benefits of capitalism are illusory or else end up in the pockets of bankers and their lick-spittle lackeys in government. I have been saying this for years, as you are all know, like a voice in the wildebeest, and nobody was pay any attention whatsoever. I was always console myself with the thought that one day they would all learn and it would serve them right and if there was any justice in the world they would come on hans and knees crawling to me and beg for forgiveness and ask for me to take over ruling the country like a benevolent despot (in the same way that El Generalísimo was rule over Spain for so many wonderful year).

It is look to me like this is not going to happen anytime soon, but I am neverthenonetheless so please that lovey pissing Ireland, a place so close to my heart, is at last see the error of its ways and is return to the proper, god-given traditions of austerity, obedience, poverty, piety and emigration. Is devoutly to be hoped that also they include chastity in their regained virtues, but I am not hold out much hope. Before I move to Ireland, I had ask friends how much action I was likely to get from the Irish ladies, and they was tell me in no uncertain terms, "Fuck all, Manuel." But they were big liars. In all my time there, I got fuck nothing. Which is not to say that Irish ladies these days are not degenerate filthbags. Only that they combine this with a sense of respect for hairy devout Spanish gentlemen of diminutive stature and Falangist self-discipline. I could sense it when I was talk to them through the letter box.

I shall be spend the afternoon today truly well wrap up in my private chapel in my basement making prayers that the good people of Ireland get the budget they need to take them back into the Dark Ages. Some of them will moan, of course, but that is part of the Irish charm. Is the sort of delightful suffering which is what make them the land of such good writers, such as the Irvine Welch (who is not Welch at all!), Priscilla Ahern, ABC Pierre, Len Deighton, and John Simpson. Remember that all the rubbish ones, like the James Joyce, Iain Banks, and Lemuel Beckett, was jump ship when the going get rough, proving that they are decadent moddle-coddled Modernist communists who cannot even string two words together without the middle one being "cock."

I am digress. Won't you join me in prayer this afternoon for Ireland? We are all in this together, after all. And it give me no comfort to say this from my verandah 1,000 miles away.



Besos



Manuel