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Monsanto, by any other Name, would be Murder Most Foul. March 29, 2011

Dog Poet Transmitting……. ‘You can teach a new dog old tricks’. (Before we get into our world class deserving, Profile of Evil, let me make a brief statement. Several people mentioned that one should not air their dirty laundry in public. First of all, there was no dirty laundry. Second of all, if one doesn’t do it, it will be done for them, while they are in it. This is The Apocalypse, a fact I am particularly cognizant of. Sometimes…

Israel; the Ace of Spades of Evil. March 23, 2011

Dog Poet Transmitting……. ‘There are some things a dog won’t do, that’s why there are Israelis’. Well, I do take requests. It’s nice to warm up because it’s been a while since I did any performing but that’s on the docket, coming up, so I hear. Speaking of requests, someone asked me to do a Profile of Evil on Monsanto (My Satan), which happens to be (don’t act surprised) a Zionista construction. However, there’s a last minute change in plans…

Sunbathing on The Sunless Riviera of the Devil’s Anus March 19, 2011

Dog Poet Transmitting……. “May your noses always be repelled by the smell of Rupert Murdoch”. The UK probably has the biggest collection of slime rags per capita in the world and there are all sorts of players from the House of Lords; Lords Rothermere, Northcliffe, and Beaverbrook are a few and the disgraced Conrad Black from across the water. I’ve even left some out. To a man, they are all pro-Zionist and all qualify as Zio-Ogres. The degree of sleaze…

Henry Kissinger; a Loathsome Toad. March 15, 2011

Dog Poet transmitting……. ‘Romance is in the air when you meet her, if you step in some Henry Kissinger’ Well, the Ides of March are here and so… Oh I do not want to write about this man. I don’t know what I’m going to say and I would appreciate the readers being my temporary research assistant and putting all the details in the comments section. Maybe if one of my new heroes cruises through here he will add his…

The David Rockefeller, Ball and Chain, Armageddon Club March 11, 2011

Dog Poet Transmitting……. ‘It’s said that a dog can die from a single hit, of concentrated Rockefeller shit’ I know you’re waiting for Kissinger to ooze onto the screen like one of the devil’s darkest wet dreams but The Ides of March are not yet at hand, on that day, that toad, will before you stand. But Toooooooday, we have D…D… D…. David Rockefeller, the brother of Kissinger’s mentor (Nelson) who shoehorned the skell on to the world stage as…

Larry Silverstein Gives Shithouse Rats a Bad Name March 7, 2011

Dog Poet Transmitting……. ‘May your noses always be cold and wet!’ We’re still a week away from the Ides of March, so Henry Kissinger will have to wait a little longer. That’s no reason why we can’t celebrate his un(soul)ed brother, Larry, ‘the rat’ Silverstein. Larry looks like the kind of guy that gets arrested near a playground in a trench coat with a Hebrew National wiener strapped to his own. The reason for that is he is working the…

And then I Wound up in Padmasambhava’s Lap March 2, 2011

Dog Poet Transmitting……. ‘May your noses be filled with roses, when you’re riding on the Beltway around Shit City”. Once again it is time to write about the Toad King; the Gila Monster of international diplomacy, who likes to do the satanic foxtrot of buggery and the lash, but once again I must defer the moment. The fact is that the Ides of March are approaching and what more fitting period is there than histories most defining moment of treachery…