British Bankers' C2 CSI Libor War with F—ing Americans
Chips links John Deutch to elevator bombing of the Twin Towers on 9/11

Fair Warning to Mittens: Mitt Romney-Libor Whoring Not Enough - Invested In Fetus Incineration Business
As Chaplain of Post 365 of the American Legion I present the preamble to the American Legion Constitution as a subtle warning to the Rogue Lesbians on both sides of the Atlantic that think that martial law in the United States is an option. It is not because Abel Danger has launched a Cloud Centric Crime Scene Investigation (C2CSI) service to deal with all cold-case murder files associated with the same-sex community. Read bullet statement number two and while DHS and National Weather Service order vast amounts of ‘stray lead’, none of the men and women who have served our country in uniform are impressed and we keep our oaths, capeche? I suggest the Lesbionic woman from Arizona cage her dogs and vacate her office, pronto.
The American Legion - Preamble to the Constitution
FOR GOD AND COUNTRY WE ASSOCIATE OURSELVES TOGETHER
FOR THE FOLLOWING PURPOSES:
To uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States of America;
To maintain law and order;
To foster and perpetuate a one hundred percent Americanism;
To preserve the memories and incidents of our associations in the Great Wars;
To inculcate a sense of individual obligation to the community, state and nation;
To combat the autocracy of both the classes and the masses;
To make right the master of might;
To promote peace and goodwill on earth;
To safeguard and transmit to posterity the principles of justice, freedom and democracy;
To consecrate and sanctify our comradeship by our devotion to mutual helpfulness.
Furthermore, the Mormon who has his $250M, $50M made incinerating fetuses, parked in the Cayman’s in a tax shelter designed by Mrs. Ryan who during the period straddling 9/11 was working at Price Waterhouse Cooper in London crafting the mechanisms by which the British Bankers Association would attack America on 9/11, should be aware that the “R2 doo-doo” party is going to have survive the LIBOR Frauds, Mrs. Ryan’s true history, and perhaps a feature movie connecting Mitten’s ancestors to pedophilia and organized murder in the upcoming release of PLAYFAIR CIPHER in London, England. http://playfaircipher.com/ OK, enough of a shot across the bows of R2 doo-doo, the party of LIBOR and back to our gripping ‘fiction’ from those who labor rather than whore for LIBOR.

Agent Chips had been sticking his nose in Atomic Betty’s business and neither of them had seen the four deployed security forces go back into the closet as Janet Napolitano’s militant lesbian sex starved male manipulators should do. Is it me or does it seem like his British handlers must have suggested to ‘he who has no history’ that he should cram Lesbians into as many offices in DOJ-FEMA-DHS and other fear mongering branches of the English plantation owners shadow government. For those of you who cannot grasp Obama’s position, here is a scene where Mr. Taggart appears to be the boss of the cowboys but the cowboys real boss is Taggart’s handler. Perhaps Obama would enjoy sitting around the campfire with some real cowboys and some real beans. I think that would be a gas, a classical gas, capeche?
I understand that both Dogface and the Butt-Pirate-in-Chief approve of lesbian superiors dialing the hotel rooms of their male agents and suggesting they get together for ‘Operation DEEP THROAT’.
Janet Napolitano’s Little Love Nest at DHS
Atomic Betty had just called “Switch, side oiler, jack hammer” when both Agent Chips’ Clipper Squirt Gun and the phone on the bedside table rang simultaneously almost causing the Agents assigned to Operation PIED PIPER to do likewise. Chips grabbed his Clipper while Atomic Betty grabbed his unit and the house phone with (410) 571-6700 ext 104 written on it. They discovered they were listening to the same party at the other end, Agent Courtly Stonewall who was calling from inside the bank safe at the office at 221B Baker Street, Plum City, Wisconsin, population 599.

Global Hammer Courtly Stonewall Immediate JASPAR to Agents aField and aBroad in Operation PIED PIPER, copy Name Dropper, Tango Whiskey and Dwarf: The release of our information linking the British Banker’s Association to BBA Agent Mrs. Paul Ryan has unsettled the R2 doo-doo ticket and also the shirt-lifters in the Cameron Circle, see also jerks. Seems Ms. Ryan is linked to a Price Waterhouse Coopers tax shelter set up in the Virgin Islands to provide LIBOR funding for the attack on the USS Cole in Aden Harbor on 12 October, 2000. Recall that Crown Agent Twisted Sister and Con Air founder Kristine Marcy had selected PwC as a trusted third-party (TTP) to issue pedophile wargame certificates to authorize the transport of Con Air victims to oath-taking centers and extort silence from Matrix 5 players in any bad-debt bailout frauds executed by PwC during the time when Janna Ryan was in London with PwC and the alleged BBA funded agent spotting blue dresses was following commands as a sexually extorted Rhodes Scholar in the service of the Phartinghams, one of which is in hospital while Joe Biden’s lack of heart skips a beat knowing New Gallows may soon be built on Old Gallows Road, say, around 1950. While Umbrellaman is contemplating a TW to be issued for next month, he orders immediate Rollout of Abel Danger Operation FUBBA. Briefing from Umbrellaman to occur at 0500, time now 0429. Courtly, the Plum.
As Agent Chips was consuming the message, Atomic Betty had gone undercover where she found a 98% TI condition unsatisfactory and remedied it post haste using her viscous, negative pressure technique. As the condition of the purple tipped red champion became sufficient to please her she barked out “slow hand, pole sitter” knowing they had 31 minutes of play time before the next briefing. She selected F4 and C0+30 and mounted the vertical stabilizing unit (VSU), not to be confused with VSI which is the vertical speed indicated in airplanes, as Conway set the pace and they drifted along like two lost leaves in the crazy winds of the night.
Atomic Betty had really gotten into it and, as a courtesy to Chips who would not enjoy any pole bending, she called ‘switch, side oiler, derrick pumper’ as she accelerated to just shy of a full, blown gallop, capeche?
As Atomic Betty saw the clock strike 0457 she cooed “hi ho silver” and Chips rolled her over and was off to the races. At 0459 he returned volley to her exploculation as she collapsed into a heap of hyperventilating Canadian siren of sorts who was never out of sorts while Chips was in her shorts as opposed to the very British Bullingdon shirtlifting wankers seen here in this undated clip of Cameron and Boris on safari in Africa. While their disguises were good, we have determined that Boris did the ‘boy part’ on the hood of the Citroen but much newer than the one Mitt was driving when his passenger Leola died in 1968 when he was avoiding service in the U S military as his non silver spoon peers were doing. About 58,000 of them are written on the wall.
A Thousand Pastel Points of Light as Abel Danger Pastel Peacekeepers Prevent Attack
However, to the R2 doo-doo tandem and the undocumented worker at 1600 I would suggest you become familiar with the Bible scripture including the word ABOMINATIONs while Agent Chips and Atomic Betty get briefed by Umbrellaman prior to the Nashville recording event of 21 August which is the deadline for Cameron to apologize for the British Bankers Association Motto ‘Fuck the Americans’. As Cameron, Soetoro and Mittens are well aware, James B. Haller Day at Troubled Guy Lake will be a big day to exposes some skeletons in the closets of Mittens, Mrs. Ryan and Soetoro.
24 Enemies disguise themselves with their lips,
but in their hearts they harbor deceit.
25 Though their speech is charming, do not believe them,
for seven abominations fill their hearts.
26 Their malice may be concealed by deception,
but their wickedness will be exposed in the assembly.
As Obama’s leakers are getting ‘salty sneakers’ from their lonely tears drops preceding Treason Charges, the virtual campaign of the WMPFP is being lifted higher and higher as financial and legal ties between Mrs. Ryan ( Mrs. Ryan’s privates ) and the Romney BBA accounts in Caymans become exposed by Abel Danger, 221B Baker Street, Plum City in the same state that has FIELDed Callista Gingrich, Paul Ryan, Tammy Baldwin and Steve Gunderson who may or may not be a White House Bed Fellow but is certainly an Odd Fellow. Abel Danger is deliberately trying to slow the exposure of Mrs. Paul Ryan’s relationship to the BBA ( Mrs. Ryan’s privates ) until 72 hours before the dog and pony show in Tampa where a certain yellow convertible will be visible with some lethal license plates from the Great State of Wisconsin driven by an unknown fellow with big green balls.



Fluffball and Spike
Prequel:
Marine Links Mrs. Clegg’s to Libor/G4S, London Olympics Underground Threat
The offices at Granby, Modesto and Paramus agree that the 7/7 London Bombing 'Exercises' run by Thomson Reuters, BBA Libor data compiler for the National Bank of Canada took place at same time as real terrorist attack. We understand that there is a price on McConnell’s head so we have brought in Agents Firewalker and Vixen Foxnoble to protect him on the Missouri Project linking Eagle Sky Christian entrapment and extortion center with Chicago’s Willow Creek Megadeception Center and the cremation service provider in Sioux Falls, South Dakota that is linked to Hayward, Wisconsin, Chicago, Kenya and Britain ( not to confuse you with Soetoro’s CUKC passport ). I will now introduce to you our Agent Vixen Foxnoble and she will update all of us on Larry Silverstein and the Paralympic Threat, Vixen.”
“Thank you, Umbrellaman, and excuse me for having a Tito’s Blueberry Martini at such an early hour but it must be five oclock somewhere, out there. The status of the Paralympic games scheduled for Olympic Village, London, are of great concern as Larry Silverstein ( of Twin Towers/Building 7, pull it fame ) is thought to own Westfield Shopping Centure which is bang SMAC in The Zone of London Olympics Stadium and leakers at Goldman Sachs are wondering how much he's anticipating to make on this one if it blows? We will get that expectation from a Murdoch who doesn’t have red hair. I have sent a link to a recent photo of me on duty aField in Astana, Kazakhstan. I was recruited into Abel Danger as I look much like Atomic Betty and we know if he goes to Chicago or Piedmont, Missouri in time from 19 to 21 August there may be an attempt to silence him. Atomic Betty and I will ensure the only time he is silent is if there is something Mint Green or Blueberry covering his mouth. While we prove the NeoCons cannot silence the ImpCons we will have Agent Firewalker working with Agent Barry M. Hall. Barry M. Hall’s proximity to CDC and Fort McPherson meld nicely with Firewalkers work with the Naval Reserve Unit at Whiteman AFB. It’s my pleasure to be a part of Abel Danger and until the erection, excuse me, election of the Marine in November it will be my pleasure to keep KNOCKERS UP and Chips secure. Umbrellaman, thank you.”
Atomic Betty had an aching in her loins for the purple tipped red champion and she wasn’t thinking of a Studebaker but rather hoping the Stud would make her, capeche. Her excellent powers of observation had detected at 2:58 the code woods WOODEN SWITCH so she immediately removed her IOC and offered Chips position rabbit ears. As Chips accepted the lady’s gambit and engaged, they both listened to Agent Firewalker brief the broader, I say again BROADer, group as the blonde siren from Gatineau looked forward to feeling the thrust of the ImpCon powered by a 440/350 at some date between James B. Haller Day and the filing of Civil Case 3:12-cv-69 in the Quentin Burdick Federal Court Builing in Fargo hoping their would be no burrs reducing the impact of the Dick Act of 1903 filed by a Major General Dick from Ohio National Guard not totally dissimilar to the BurDICK filing of a Major General FIELDed by the North Dakota Air National Guard. As Atomic Betty moaned in delight, Agent Chips mentally reviewed the recently reconfigured Book Four so as not to exploculate ahead of schedule as Atomic Betty was thinking of the 1978 movie “Comes a Horseman”. As they wrestled as one, they heard Agent Firewalker begin.
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As Agent Firewalker regained her seat and crossed her legs, Agent Chips was given a flash of Pastel Orange and knew it was a signal that a Dutch Bank would also be thrown under the bus as was the HSBC in Operation CHINK THREESOME, which was deployed by Abel Danger Agent Rimcheese in Urumqui, China, a common destination of Agent Chips were he posed as an airline pilot with Astana Airlines to gather intel on Clinton’s Operation KAZAK URANIUM SWINDLE aided by Frank ‘Shorty’ Guistra and some British dick, pardon the redundancy.
CHILDREN OF DARKNESS
Royal Crown Agent 80W Immediate Clipper to all Servants of Christ at Abel Danger, copy Barry Soetoro, Kristine Marcy and Thunderthighs: Abbreviated message follows: In such an ungodly society as we presently live, my compassion is reserved for the unfortunate victims of the conscious less, and of the world’s oppressors and the criminally malfeasant, you know, the Twisted Sisters of City of London. Like Chips, I am a believer in Christ and a servant of the Most High Holy God. I am not in love with this country, nor do I worship or esteem any earthly entity whose governing authority has demonstrated that it is a proxy of the evil one, Barry Soetoro and heart failure JB. My home is not of this world. This nation and this world is a temporary dwelling place. By all indications we are presently in the time of the terminal generation; those who love Christ will not be saddened, but overjoyed by such news. But, those who love this fallen world above the Lord will be irritated, offended, and possibly even outraged by my words; just as they are - in these critical days - offended by the Messiah and His ministry. For those offended by Jesus keep in mind God is offended by your veil of blindness. If I were Kristine Marcy, John Roberts, or Mrs. Ryan, I’d take a LONG HARD look at Second Corinthians 4:4-10. Agent 80W. Longing for an Ennis fencepost but not a pale rider.
4 The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.
5 For what we preach is not ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus’ sake.
6 For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,”[a] made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ.
7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;
9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
10 We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.
Chips and Atomic Betty heard the countdown timer of a FLASH ‘all-call’ Briefing and realizing that time, as well as some other things, was tight, Atomic Betty gushed “Quickie Authorized” and less than 3 minutes later a heap of quivering Canadian siren, freshly serviced, collapse face first into the overstuff pillows in Room 104 at 2600 Housely Drive across the street from the Safeway and Best Buy stores near the Maryland 450 exit of John Hanson Highway. Chips, ever the doting gentleman, offered her 5 NAPAWASHs as he looked away and stuffed his junk into his FCT in Pastel Manly Mocha with the EHP option. He took a Marine Corps shower and sprayed on some Jade East as he heard the sound of a Prevost ‘Canadian piece of shit bus’ carrying a Kenyan worthy of similar adjectives.
Atomic Betty had just finished Operation Seed when she and Chips both heard a new voice transmitted a FLASH FESTUS over Chips’ Clipper Squirt Gun not be confused with any other squirting facility he may possess.
Atomic Betty commented while sitting down to listen to the FLASH FESTUS, “That was a lovin’ spoonful Chips, thanks for sharing with me the full measure of your love.”
“Anything to enhance national security and expose the trespassers upon our Constitution which I swore to defend four times……”.
The sound of Agent Vixen Foxnoble, a raven haired beauty with a libido like a chainsaw prevented Chips from answering completely the heapin’ spoonful, a cup full of living, comment offered up by a well knockered Atomic Betty.
Attention Abel Danger Players in Operations WEINERHOLDER and FUBBA, copy diversity goons at Cummins and John Deutch outlets ‘blowing smoke’: The heterosexual male from the Phoenix Office of DLA Piper has released to me the full list of players in the Paterno-Sandusky-Santorum triangle near Beaver Stadium. This information is so sensitive and so cross referenced it will make the evolving group sex issues in China look like a Campfire Girls meeting. I only feel comfortable relaying the information face to face with Agent Chips. To that end I wish to let all players in FUBBA know that the attorney from South East District Court assures me of the RICO action going forward when the GS squealer and the Wells Fargo Home Mortgage lady from Des Moines sign their affidavits. If anyone is with Agent Chips let him know I will be in Room 105 in five minutes. Vixen Foxnoble, out.
Anticipating a climax to Operation FUBBA, Agent Atomic Betty slipped Agent Chips 3 tins of Smoked Oysters and 6 extend-o-peters knowing that if Agent Vixen Foxnoble had the information long sought by the South East District Court in New York, the RICO case against the British Banker Association and their FUCK AMERICA attitude displayed on the morning of 9/11 would enable the Marine to finish off the Mormon and the Muslim.
As Chips gave Atomic Betty a wet kiss worthy of Captain Stud, Agent Hamish parked his fish delivery bicycle outside Room 104 of the hotel at 2600 Housley Road and range his bell three times. In the fish case there were three mackerels rotting from the head down to represent the 3 attorney generals aware of Civil Case 1:08-1600 (RMC). Atomic Betty, knowing the Postman rings only twice, opened the window allowing the 69 year old an easy ingress, capeche?
Chips could smell the cologne that Vixen Foxnoble was to be wearing according to the briefing guide of Operation FUBBA and WEINERHOLDER. He knocked on her door 44 times and she let him in. The room was dark and her Clipper Hiking Backpack was set to F4 and C240 indicating she has music to continuosly loop for four hours. Chips saw a Blueberry Titos Martini next to a 32 CSM. He could barely see her 44DDs as her long raven hair covered the twin peaks. As she disrobed him, for security purposes, he sampled the Martini fully configured to sample her soon thereafter. As the IOC in Pastel Manly Mocha was laid on top of a similar item in Pastel Blueberry, the music start. Forgetting his was their to get the information from a deep asset at DLA Piper, he decided a deep probe would calm him so he connected item to item B knowing that Abel Danger would survive if he had to be hard at it for four hours.
Hamish settle inside Room 104 and laid a piece of paper in front of Atomic Betty while she handed him a double mineral water with signature lime slice. Atomic Betty read while Hamish disrobed.
“United States Marine and virtual presidential candidate, Field McConnell, has linked a British Bankers Association’s Rico enterprise in New York to the Libor-funded elevator bombing of the Twin Towers on 9/11. McConnell claims John Deutch – Citigroup boss of the BBA Rico – used a Federal Bridge Certification Authority to relay elevator-bomb ignition signals to support Wells Fargo’s phony double-occurrence insurance claim on Libor-funded WTC pass-through certificates. He also is seeking linkage to Cummins and their Diversity discussion on YouTube. In England Operation MOTORMAN was about to be given addition thrust from Operation MOTORDICK in Wisconsin and Annapolis.”
As Atomic Betty finished reading, she turned out the light, pulled down the sheets, and crawled into bed presenting the ‘rabbit ears’ option. As Hamish tripped over a foot stool he asked her if she’d like him to explain the RICO in Manhattan Court. She cooed in response.
“No Hamish, pretend you are Chips”
As Hamish got nervous, a loud staccato was heard coming from Room 274.
Chips and Atomic Betty heard the countdown timer of a FLASH ‘all-call’ Briefing and realizing that time, as well as some other things, was tight, Atomic Betty gushed “Quickie Authorized” and less than 3 minutes later a heap of quivering Canadian siren, freshly serviced, collapse face first into the overstuff pillows in Room 104 at 2600 Housely Drive across the street from the Safeway and Best Buy stores near the Maryland 450 exit of John Hanson Highway. Chips, ever the doting gentleman, offered her 5 NAPAWASHs as he looked away and stuffed his junk into his FCT in Pastel Manly Mocha with the EHP option. He took a Marine Corps shower and sprayed on some Jade East as he heard the sound of a Prevost ‘Canadian piece of shit bus’ carrying a Kenyan worthy of similar adjectives.
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Atomic Betty had just finished Operation Seed when she and Chips both heard a new voice transmitted a FLASH FESTUS over Chips’ Clipper Squirt Gun not be confused with any other squirting facility he may possess.
Atomic Betty commented while sitting down to listen to the FLASH FESTUS, “That was a lovin’ spoonful Chips, thanks for sharing with me the full measure of your love.”
“Anything to enhance national security and expose the trespassers upon our Constitution which I swore to defend four times……”.
The sound of Agent Vixen Foxnoble, a raven haired beauty with a libido like a chainsaw prevented Chips from answering completely the heapin’ spoonful, a cup full of living, comment offered up by a well knockered Atomic Betty.
Anticipating a climax to Operation FUBBA, Agent Atomic Betty slipped Agent Chips 3 tins of Smoked Oysters and 6 extend-o-peters knowing that if Agent Vixen Foxnoble had the information long sought by the South East District Court in New York, the RICO case against the British Banker Association and their FUCK AMERICA attitude displayed on the morning of 9/11 would enable the Marine to finish off the Mormon and the Muslim.
As Chips gave Atomic Betty a wet kiss worthy of Captain Stud, Agent Hamish parked his fish delivery bicycle outside Room 104 of the hotel at 2600 Housley Road and range his bell three times. In the fish case there were three mackerels rotting from the head down to represent the 3 attorney generals aware of Civil Case 1:08-1600 (RMC). Atomic Betty, knowing the Postman rings only twice, opened the window allowing the 69 year old an easy ingress, capeche?

Hamish settle inside Room 104 and laid a piece of paper in front of Atomic Betty while she handed him a double mineral water with signature lime slice. Atomic Betty read while Hamish disrobed.
“United States Marine and virtual presidential candidate, Field McConnell, has linked a British Bankers Association’s Rico enterprise in New York to the Libor-funded elevator bombing of the Twin Towers on 9/11. McConnell claims John Deutch – Citigroup boss of the BBA Rico – used a Federal Bridge Certification Authority to relay elevator-bomb ignition signals to support Wells Fargo’s phony double-occurrence insurance claim on Libor-funded WTC pass-through certificates. He also is seeking linkage to Cummins and their Diversity discussion on YouTube. In England Operation MOTORMAN was about to be given addition thrust from Operation MOTORDICK in Wisconsin and Annapolis.”
Protected from Exposure by a Judge and Newspaper Editors
As Atomic Betty finished reading, she turned out the light, pulled down the sheets, and crawled into bed presenting the ‘rabbit ears’ option. As Hamish tripped over a foot stool he asked her if she’d like him to explain the RICO in Manhattan Court. She cooed in response.
“No Hamish, pretend you are Chips”
As Hamish got nervous, a loud staccato was heard coming from Room 274.
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To download and read Chapter One in PDF format please go to the following link:
British Bankers' C2 CSI Libor War with F—ing Americans - Chapter 1
Holy cow,--if it not be for the sign of the British Bankers Association, I would have thought that to be a mafia picture at the beginning of Chapter 1.
ReplyDelete--oh, and I give the esteem respect for the presentation of the picture like that.
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