Thursday, May 17, 2012

General Greek and the Blindfold Speckled Trout - Chapter 11

Russians post Sukhoi hit threat to Obama NATO Summit
Revisit Queen Hornet JABS & DNA and link pedophile FBI to JonBenet CSI

In the last chapter, Chips had reminded himself of the spies who entered the house of a prostitute named Rahab and the Russian decision to attack NATO deployment of missiles during the Chicago Summit . Sex and Murder in land of Soetoro triggers Russian Royal Dump in Operation GET SHORTY. Chips enjoys a slow groove with a groovy and grooved Abel Danger Ass set that he had first ‘sampled’ on an American DC7B in late May, 1963. Back then she was a perky and tom boyish college graduate of a prestigious college whose football team is called The (redacted) Bears but not like the Russian Bear that took a Royal Dump on Obama on 11 May, 2012. He notes that the communiqué between Abel Danger, the Russian Embassy, Sukhoi and Russia Today bore immediate results re analysis of the SUKHOI HIT of 9 May, 2012 where a woman ‘stage dressed’ the cockpit, snapped a photo with her ‘brownie’, then left the jet knowing the crew would die. Red Square Playfair Comrade N. Priority sends a FESTUS to Agent Chips FYEO: ‘Larouchepac is fairly accurate. We in the motherland are ready to respond to Operation ROYAL DUMP if Hollande succeeds in dumping on City of London ’. Chips tries to avoid an early exploculation by picturing CBanks, DBrown, and JCohen, three treason practitioners at 1950 Old Gallows Road, in Vienna, Virginia. He focuses on ‘operation poodle’ hoping that loyal oath keepers in FBI and Secret Service would not have to deploy SEALS as spoliators during the 2020/19 to 0340/22 threat window in the windy city – seems more like Sodom or Gomorrah than that Shittim or get ‘em. Royal Crown Agent Hamish sends Immediate Clipper, copy Chips re ‘ The Four Aces of Vienna now know how you got JASPAR put in the computer security technology and the Intelink-FBI network to entrap Hanssen and Sachtleben. The 15 minute quickie egg timer goes past 14 minutes and Atomic Betty grabs her riding crop and whispers ‘On Pegasus’. In racing terms it would be reported as ‘came in second by a nose’. Chips hands the lady 3 NAPAWASHs as he saddles up to walk away. He reviews the THREE COINS IN THE FOUNTAIN assigned to Operation ROYAL DUMP and is intrigued when his Clipper takes a IM from a woman in Bangor who had a relative in Canton , Texas . He steps into the hall and calls Ginger Cookie. He thinks it odd that the mission picks up a fourth coin until he gets back to the room on the third floor: agents PT80 and Ginger Cookie are fully clothed are on the red phones with Umbrellaman and Rooster Cogburn. He swallows hard as a low flying DC7B flew over the cuckoos nest, capeche?

Chips was enjoying a slow groove with a groovy and grooved Abel Danger Ass set that he had first ‘sampled’ on an American DC7B in late May, 1963 long before he learned as an Air Defense pilot to “sample, sort, sniff and kill” anything that needed killing, assuming it was an ‘air breathing flying vehicle’ like those deployed against America on the morning of 9/11. Back then she was a perky and tomboyish college graduate of a prestigious college whose football team is called The (redacted) Bears but not like the Russian Bear that took a Royal Dump on Obama on 11 May, 2012 which was the birthday of Field McConnell’s father and 2 days before Mother’s Day which allowed Field McConnell to honor his parents, his 4 oaths of office and his 10,000+ agents of Abel Danger who were involved in ending the candidacy of both the pedophile Mormon and the Murderous Abortionist from Crime Central in a city that sounds sort of like Shittim, the city in Joshua 2. Chips had his mouth full and his eyes covered so he missed an Immediate Comrade Clipper from the Russian Air Force Attache whose office is not far from the graves of Field McConnell’s parents, capeche? The communiqué between Abel Danger, the Russian Embassy, Sukhoi and Russia Today bore immediate results including a response to Abel Danger’s analysis of the SUKHOI SUPER JET HIT of 9 May, 2012. ( ps, a woman ‘stage dressed’ the cockpit, snapped a photo with her ‘brownie’, then left the jet knowing the crew would die). Chips could have explained it but he was busy munching on another brownie, in a manner of speaking, and it is bad manner to talk with your mouth full.

Red Square Playfair Comrade N. Priority FESTUS to Agent Chips FYEO: Chips, the Larouchepac is fairly accurate. We in the motherland are ready to respond to Operation ROYAL DUMP if Hollande succeeds in dumping on City of London. Watch for SPAIN to have a ROYAL JUBILEE DUMP next week. Vladimir suggests that the comments of Dorothy Kincheloe including 13 August, 1968 and NAVAL ACE are warranted and now 7 days in May from fruitition. Nick.

Chips continued his operation providing pleasure to his Abel Danger peer as he thought that sometimes his ‘ladies first’ protocol was difficult to adhere to. He harked back to the comment made by Dorothy Kincheloe on 13 August, 1968 and he realized he has SEVEN DAYS IN MAY to obstruct Soetoro’s scripted horseshit intended to plunge the responsible Russians into triggering WWIII which would then enable the RED SQUARE FALSE FLAG scheduled to wipe out the CME and Willis in Chicago, with a side order of Hancock, now that the headquarters of United Air Lines was on SECONDMENT to Willis. This had been warned of in the comments in this video tape where the President says “and a side of Red potatoes. The Victory Party is still set for 20 July 12. a Friday, if we can get the Mormon and the Muslim sidetracked.



The last time secondment was in the news Gareth Williams had been taken out by his former work mates. This SECONDMENT II would destroy evidence of the DERIVATIVE FRAUDS and the informed parties at United and American airlines who profited from ‘short sales’ of UA and AA in the hours leading up to the Baril-Findley-Bouchard-Williams-Marr attack on America of 9/11 that killed Field McConnell’s PHANTOM PHLYING PHRIEND Captain Chic Burlingame. Elements loyal to Crossdressing Rudytoot would then murder Chic’s only child Wendy in an arson. As the skene’s gland finally did its thing, Chips thought back to American Ace Harrison R. Thyng as he slung a thong introducing a dong.




Agent PT80 selected profile ‘poodle’ and as Agent Chips, the old rover drove her, he thought back to his suggestion that if Cameron-Soetoro the butt pirate-Glamourboy wish to be free citizens after the May 20th ‘SHOWDOWN’ they needed to read all of Matthew 11 and then recognize that Abel Danger was ‘commissioned’ by Psalm 94:16, assigned the mission in Ephesians 5:11 and guaranteed protection according to Psalm 91:11-14, printed below. Knowing that he may never pass this way again Agent Chips decided to finish off Agent PT80 (ladies first) before finishing off Soetoro-Cameron-Harpers aka THE THREE BLIND LICE, explanation of Operation LICE in Chapter 12, capeche?



11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he[a] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.


Chips did not wish to embarrass himself with an early exploculation so he pictured CBanks, DBrown, and JCohen, three treason practitioners at 1950 Old Gallows Road, which sits on cursed ground in Vienna, Virginia not to be confused with the Vienna sausage that was providing pleasure to PT80 that rhymes with DATY which rhymes with KATY not to be confused with the Texas shirt provider from over yonder in Houston, Texas. As Chips was focused on ‘operation poodle’ he hoped that the loyal oath keepers in FBI’s Houston FIELD Office and FARGO Secret Service Office would not have to deploy the SEALS as spoliators during the 2020/19 to 0340/22 threat window in the windy city that is more like Sodom or Gomorrah than that Shittim or get ‘em. If Abel Danger cannot shittim with détente and intel, the Russian Bear will get ‘em for their overreach as explained in FADEC portion of Operation ROYAL DUMP. Side bar to ‘presumed’ royals in Europe: KISS MY ROYAL ASS.

Royal Crown Agent Chrome Buffer Priority Clipper to Chips, Hamish, 80W, Bean, McCheese, Switchblade Cross, Mensa, Atomic Betty, copy Ginger Cookie and Slade Lane: The trip to the Fargo Secret Service has paid rich dividends. According to SS and Houston FBI Marine this report relayed from Agent Styx is accurate: “So we have a bunch of SS Agents waiting for the self appointed Captain of the "Government Golf Team" to arrive South of the equator for meetings and a dinner at which they were preparing to serve El Presidente of the North to the Drug Kingpins of the other Americas. The "SS Boys Club" gets a bit restless at times and the alchohol can only put out so many fires so a fine piece of feminine fabric, perhaps a Pastel Turquoise IOC, is set loose to test the moral fibers of the caddies at hand. Since liquor is quicker to ensure a toxic cock-tail it didn't take much to place the false flag on the door as a "disturb as you will" sign. The stage set by PR the chubby wench was to unleash a barrage of dis-information to the masses as a distraction to the real episodes of disrespect being placed at the feet of the Nobel Peace Prize winner of a forgotten past. All hands were called front and center as the smell test was about to begin. The cat was passed around the room to see if anyone could recall petting a pussy. The divide and conquer model was invoked to purge the questionable from the ranks of The Presidents Men. The story took a further turn to the south when Ms.SpeakEasy, not to be confused with the Speak Easy in Moorhead, Minnesota where Lyle Prouse’s B727 made front page news while Agent Chips was taking F16 lessons at McConnell AFB, took to the press and called out to her most recent past clients as being drunks and idiots. It would appear as if this display of outing of herself and of her clients was certainly in total breach of the Code of Conduct to the profession of Male Enhancement known as Pudenda Extendas ‘south of the border’ but not where Brian Terry was killed according to Kristine Marcy and Eric Holder. How often have you seen even the most ardent of catches come out squealing about past clients. It doesn't happen that way unless there was a transfer of sums to a foreign account. The next thing we will see is a papparazzi photo of Ms. SpeakEasy leaving from the back-gate of the W.H. in the middle of the night. Yes, paybacks are a stich but not the Rodney Stich who wrote UNFRIENDLY SKIES, precursor to you ten book series, FRIENDLY THIGHS. OK so I placed the s in place of a b and displaced the t as in bitch but not the bitch slapping your office is doing to the MORMON PEDOPHILE or the MUSLIM MURDERER. This whole event has the look and smell of there being a rat in the room. Obama was fully disrespected by all of the players from south of the Equator as Cuba was placed in favor and pressure was being placed at the feet of BHO to open the gates to the Castro Regime. Once again the Press was given a scoop to follow rather than have the Truth of egg on face be known to the electorate of a once proud and prosperous nation. Watch for a BEAR to DUMP, a SPANIARD to DUMP and a (redacted) to DUMP a Pelindaba Pickle as was forecast in SEVEN DAYS IN MAY. Agent CHROME BUFFER

Agent Chips detected a ‘hint of clover’ and then felt the trembling that always accompanied a PT80 exploculation. He immediately fired a voluminous return volley of processed smoked oysters and then handed the lady 4 NAPAWASHs for post intel debriefing protocols. Chips noticed how delicate PT80 was with the NAPAWASHs and he thought about the 4 Horse-ass-faced persons at 1950 Old Gallows Road, Treason Facilitators CB, DB, KM and JmC and he then thought “BFD” as he prepared to expose them according to Ephesians 5:11.


As he withdrew sternward he thought to himself ‘that’s the nicest tail I’ve seen since the trip Atomic Betty and I took to Nice and Rome” not to be confused with Chrome Dome which was a SAC mission before Bush 1 and Slick Willy pulled the plug on the Strategic Air Command to enable Goldman Sachs voyeuristic squatters along with Mike Heid’s Wells Fargo to reap BILLIONS in the pass through certificates of WT1 and WT2 as innocents victims of 9/11 passed through the windows of the Nelson and David in the manner that United Airlines management folks may if they foolishly enter the Willis or Hancock targets in time frame 2020/19 to 0340/22 during Operation TURGID WARRIOR, capeche.

Agent PT80 freshened herself up and applied a liberal dose of Astroglide lubricant, blueberry flavor, as she asked Chips if he would be honoring Agent Blueberry Boy. She then rolled over but did not play dead as Chips harked back to the man who had named Troubled Guy Lake after ALPA had perpetrated a FRAUD UPON ROSEMARY M COLLYER’S COURT in Civil Case 1:08-1600 (RMC) added immeasureably by the concerted efforts of Suzanne Kalfus and Chris Zamogna not to be confused with bologna but being equivalent as attorneys are full of shit. Chips intended to suffer ‘blueberry stains’ to his proboscis as a Clipper came in from a sweet tasting woman from a bridge near Gatineau, capeche? Atomic Betty was a Sweet Talkin’ woman but not like Field McConnell’s 1986 William Tell winning ‘Sweet Talkin’ Woman, F4D 66-7478 which is airworthy and awaiting the touch of a little hand and the smile of a little face just like Eugene FIELD’s poem Little Boy BLUE.



The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue---
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place---
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.


Royal Crown Believer Atomic Betty FLASH CLIPPER to Chips, FYEO: Chips, I have a message so hot that I need some face time regarding BILDERBERG and the Abel Danger overlay Operation FERBERGER which is not too fer from Vienna as KATY is not too fer from Houston. The Russian guy wishes to help FADEC (Field’s Abel Danger Encircles Chicago) as you narrow your focus on the Red Square and I hope to ‘dilate’ my focus on the Purple Tipped Red Champion ASAP. If you could sneak over to Room 274 we could have a quickie and I’d like to use my doggie style presentation called Barak du Bourbon or as the French phucers would say, Braque du Bourbonnais. You won’t need any Astroglide because I am in ‘autodrench’ just thinking of your PRTC and how delightfully Abel Danger and Russia have the three blind mice bent over and taking up the arse. Atomic Betty, dripping in anticipation, 274.



Chips noticed Agent PT80 had fallen asleep and he realized the saint-like smile on her face. It reminded him of August, 1973 when he and Agent Atomic Betty exchanged heavenly bodily fluids at 837 Frankfort, Huntington Beach CA, across the street from Hilltop Liquors near the McDonalds on Beach Boulevard . He stepped into the hallway, took the fire stairs down to the second floor for a quick round of Barak du Bourbon. As Atomic Betty opened the door following his Abel Danger knocks Atomic Betty, who was sudsing like a Maytag, opened the door to let him in saying “I love your knocking techniques” to which the cunning linguist replied laconically ‘and I love your knockers as well.”

He noticed a snifter of bourbon so he drank it down and then SNIPHed her, i.e. Standard Naval Intel Profiler, Human to make sure this was the real Agent Atomic Betty, not one of Paula Reid planted proxies like the Secret Service was were drawn to to take the egg off Obama’s face in the jilting of South America like the Russian jilting he got for G8 or the Spanish jilting dished out against the frumpy German Queen married to Prince Phartingham, Patron of the Worshipful Company of Gas Passers who apparently took it literally when his goose stepping wife told him to ‘blow it out your ass’ when he had requested a coital courtesy.




Atomic Betty struck her signature pose, Barak du Bourbon, and started a low growl signaling the TOP DOG it was time to bury the bone, in a manner of speaking. Chips found her ‘offerings’ to be so exciting he mentally reviewed some Estulin briefings while he participated in Atomic Betty Estrogen de-briefing, speaking in terms of global intelligence bent on preventing WWIII being triggered by the two little boys with Pelindaba toys that make a lot of noise when the Pelindaba Pickles are triggered, which reminded him of Roy Roger’s horse just as Atomic Betty called “switch, Dale Evans” to which our compliant cowboy got back in the saddle again recalling Happy Trails to her moans and wails. The horseman cantered along while an incoming from Hamish caused him to read an IM on his Clipper Squirt Gun.

Royal Crown Agent Hamish Immediate Clipper to Rooster Cogburn, Bean, McCheese, and Switchblade Cross, copy Chips and PT80 or Atomic Betty, whoever you are debriefing: The Four Aces of Vienna now know how you got JASPAR put in the computer security technology and the Intelink-FBI network that Sullivan's unit was building and installing throughout the Bureau's major FIELD offices and entrapped Hanssen and Sachtleben. The Four Aces are trying to destroy the evidence but it is too late. The phony Continuity of Government Protocols were back doored at 2020, 09 Sep 01 through 0340, 12 Sep 01 when David Blood and Al Gore hogged Carlton Bartels body of work after the first LIVE BROADCAST SNUFF FILM to quote Thomas Barnett, shithead extrordinaire. Hamish



As the 15 minute quickie egg timer went past 14 minutes, Atomic Betty grabbed her riding crop and whispered ‘On Pegasus’ to which the steeled stallion responded as the blonde bombshell with the heaving knockers crossed the finish lined and the gentleman in the saddled crossed a moment later. In racing terms it would be reported ‘came in second by a nose’.




Chips handed the lady 3 NAPAWASHs as he saddled up to walk away. He looked forwarded to a return to his hometown where he might see a set of ‘sugarbritches’ at Billy Bob’s in Forth Worth, the town of his birth, that may be looking for a geriatric rodeo man. Reviewing the THREE COINS IN THE FOUNTAIN assigned to Operation ROYAL DUMP he was intrigued when his Clipper took an IM from a woman in Bangor who had a relative in Canton, Texas not to be confused with Canton Georgia where Chips buys all his limos from Cherokee Auto Group. As he stepped into the hall he called Ginger Cookie.



Chips thought it odd that the mission picked up a fourth coin until he got back to the room on the third floor. Agents PT80 and Ginger Cookie, fully clothed were on the red phones with Umbrellaman and Rooster Cogburn. Chips swallowed hard as a low flying DC7B flew over the cuckoo’s nest and Chips and the Three COINS knew the shit would be hitting the fan as the Mormon and the Muslim are taken out of the race by the Marine with the BIG GREEN BALLS, capeche?

Amid the roar of four 3350s howling and THREE COINS showing their Pastel Prove up codes Agent Chips failed to hear an incoming Clipper from Hamish in Room 348.

Royal Crown Agent Hamish FLASH CLIPPER to Agent Chips, Umbrellaman, Rooster Cogburn, copy OLD GALLOWS LEAKER: The DC7B will signal Chips in Morse Code flash encrypted with PlayFair cipher. ‘Key word is Rebkah. ‘Chips, Queen Hornet infiltrated FBI with Femme Comp pedophile ring to spoliate evidence during crime scene investigations into m-f-h hits such as torture murder of JonBenet. All CSI’s back to the 1979 Unabomber launched by Weather Underground 3-fingered saluter, are now compromised by pedophile ring. Revisit JABS DNA. Agent DWARF prevented Tanker 66 from dropping the load. Close call. Hamish.

Suddenly a horrific sound like a freight train or tornado was followed by the sky turning orange at 4 in the morning as the second DC7B detonated Tanker 66 ala the Elliott Roosevelt hit on Joe Kennedy Jr. on 12 August, 1944 causing the BQ8 to be blown out of the English sky, capeche?

1 comment:

  1. Eph 5:11 And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.
    Pro 24:20 For there shall be no reward to the evil man; the candle of the wicked shall be extinguished.

    capeche?
    JamesKin

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