EARTH´S MEGA-CHUPOPTERANS CLUB: MANAGING GEOCLASTIC HUMAN CATTLE

Source: OverThePeak.com.

By Gundhramns Hammer
November 16, 2014
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Money protects money.

Gundhramns Hammer

The 13th century was a period when the masses of people were trying to escape from the coops under the spell of the new ideas of “freedom” that were circulating and slowly soaking the European society. 

These were revolutionary ideas which challenged the power of the Church and the rancid Aristocracy in Europe. 

It was a time when the first universities appeared in Italy (Padua, Bologna) and France (Paris) and the book trade and selling was a strictly limited and controlles business in the elite´s hands.

The book wheeling and dealing done by book dealers was strictly controlled by the universities and the universities were in turn controlled by Dominican and Franciscan monks.

This revolutionary process basically started out by the contraband of Bibles from Paris to Amsterdam in the hands of a Moloch´s worshipping mafia whose members had a pact with the alien serpentoid gods (Ancient One & S.A.)

Confronted with this germinating seed of emancipation, a bunch of powerful masters then decided that in order for them to continue being in power they would have to do some serious revamping, tuning up and remodelling to their outdated model of parasitizing upon human cattle. 

The elite´s herds of human cattle were getting too restless and were beginning to cause trouble. The human cattle had seen that the pasture appear greener on the other side if the fence.

The masters, servants of the Ancient One & S.A., did not do this remodelling overnight. It took them a long time.

They needed to get together quite a few times. They held a lot of secret meetings to plan what was to become one day the most successful model to manage herds of human cattle.

They decided basically two things:

One was to let knowledge work against knowledge to manage herds of human cattle.

The second was to give human cattle more rope. In other words, the masters tethered their human cattle with a longer rope. A kind of a “for the people, by the people” rope.

Since that time, this mostly secret gang of ruling members, whose descendants and their majordomos are still is in power today, has been polishing this “new” model. They have been at it a few centuries by now.

They have even come up with a fancy name for it. They have borrowed this name from another bunch of elitist chupopterans from ancient Greece; a society which was at that time based upon raw slavery.

Time has gone by ever since. This gang of blood-suckers has become globalised nowadays. But Europe is still their main den, with a web of webs of banks and enterprises all over the world.

But the model is basically the same, with a few amendments here and there and with many ugly skeletons in the closet.

So far, this most ingenious method of controlling and sucking the vital juice of human cattle (HC) that the global elite has “invented” and set up in place in any place that it needs to be placed to keep the sequence in place, so that the herds of HC feel “free”, free to extend their tethering rope as far as the elite wants them to, is called “democracy”. 

Any anthropologist who has a clear mind and does not ass kiss will tell you that at the state level of human society development there cannot be such a thing as “democracy”. 

“Democracy” can only be achieved at the band level, for in states what started out looking like a “democracy” sooner or later becomes a “plutocracy”, where the herds of HC are managed by the extremely moneyed classes and their high-paid servants (“government” corporations); or, at the extreme end, a “daemocracy”, where the herds of HC are controlled by a gang of Satanists and paedophiles.

Once the “democracy” is set in place, it is true that if you play by the rules of the elite in power, they leave you more or less alone so you can generate vital juice for them to suck upon.

And if they see you are a highly ambitious individual willing to sell your soul to the devil (the Ancient One), this gang of plutocratic masters may let you in their club.

As for the rest, the herds of human cattle, they are there to be sucked, used any which way the masters want to.

To keep the herds of human cattle from protesting and rioting, they are given certain “rights” which are really not rights, for slaves cannot have rights.

One of these “rights” is the “right to own property”, for example.

But the truth of the matter is that the herds of HC only get the “dominion” of the property, which is a different story.

Quit paying your “taxes” and you will see what we mean.

As a matter of fact, according to the experts, in the United States, for instance, “you own no property”. 

Go ahead, “read the Deed to the property that you think is yours. You are listed as a Tenant (Senate Document 43, 73rd Congress 1st Session)”. 

For those ambitious individuals who want to sell their souls to the devil and become part of the global gang managing the herds of geoclastic HC, the elite´s rules are simple.

In a nutshell, this is basically what all is about:

• You have to be extremely money oriented, i.e., be ambitious and willing to sell your soul to Satan. 
• Be ruthless. Do not hesitate or tremble when it comes to fucking up those folks below you. Crush them like cockroaches. 
• Be a sophisticated chamaeleon.
• Be a liar, but with your tongue sweetly wrapped in fake “logic” and “eloquence”, so that your sonnets could sell a guitar even to the devil in hell. 
• Be a suave and devious devil, i.e., be a “polished” asshole. 
• Know and “feel” (with the help of your cronies) the exact timing when to invest your bucks. 
• Make sure you have plenty of good spies, which may mean to have a connection to the elite´s intelligence machine or you pay your own slaves, following the rules coming from above, so you can be informed of your competition´s intentions to fuck it up before it fucks you up.
• Fish in the deep pond which means you must become a fancy socialite to become good friends with lawyers, judges, clerics, legislators, presidents, prime ministers… Get anybody who belongs to the gang of the three pillars that is in the business of managing the herds of HCs so that the herds of human cattle do not rebel or act up and do not kill each other in vast numbers. 
• Get the military or any people connected to them and their connections to them in your bag. 
• Be “generous” with the upper crust chupopterans, i.e., throwing big fancy parties to entertain the rich and the members of its web. 
• Pitch in and help the top masters keep the herds of human cattle contained in the coops. 
• Keep the human cattle shitless scared with fake ghosts (e.g., threats, terror). 
• Make and keep the human cattle emotionally unstable. 
• Erode and destroy human cattle moral values. 
• Tamper with, mess up, screw up and destroy human cattle´s unit families. 
• Make parents, or anyone raising a family, idolise their children and at the same time fill up the children´s minds via TV, or any electronic means, with crap so that the offspring will have an endless and insatiable chain of whims. This way the parents will become the kids´ targets to push them to shop, to consume and waste feverishly. 
• Make both parents work. 
• Keep the herds of human cattle full of debt. 
• Lend the herds of human cattle a comfy bubble to play with. 
• Give the herds of human cattle plenty of sex and drugs to keep them fucking numb and dumb. 
• Make sure you set up a legal business or as many as you can by yourself or others of your own flock, connected to a mountain of phantom companies, as many as possible, which should be also established in a convenient tax haven, a money sink which is nothing but a place to push and shove in all the money coming from drug trafficking and any shit derived from the black markets.

Why beat about the bush. The economy of the Western world, the tough guys in the block, and now their satellites, is really based on drug money. Just like in the opium days.

In other words, the world´s economic pyramid is sitting on drug money and mafias.

What the fuck… Directly or indirectly, humans have become narco-chupacabras. Humans inhabit a narco-universe.

• Tear up Mother Nature anywhere you see a pristine patch of land that “needs to be developed”, i.e., to be fucked up. 
• Keep growing economically. In other words, strive to become a mega-chupacabra or mega-chupopteran (Sp. chupar = to suck) in the entire planet. 
• Once you have gorged up from sucking lots of vital juice from human cattle in your yard and surroundings, herds which like yourself are hooked up in turn to the Biosphere, go global. 
• Spread your businesses like mushrooms. If you wish, franchise your business. 
• At the same time, talk a lot of shit about “sustainability” to the human cattle so that they keep consuming your shitty fodder. 
• Stick the word “sustainable” to any of your shit coming from your factories, just like the other mega-chupopterans do. This way the human cattle will not realise that they are fucking up Mother Earth.

Anyway, if they ever did, you can count on or bet that the herds of human cattle most of the time do not give a shit about the environment unless a humungous phallus is stuffed into their asses.

You damn well know that despite the massive amounts of scientific information on the decaying health of the global environment and libraries bursting with books on the same topic and millions more on personal growth and thousands of documentaries on TV or other e-media talking about the state of the Earth´s Biosphere, the herds of human cattle still keep acting like fucking morons.

• To get what you need from your globalised businesses, travel or pay others to do so for you to any banana republics which have the natural resources you are aiming for. Sign as many contracts and agreements as possible with the big bosses in these banana republics.

If the banana republics´ bosses do not agree with your conditions or terms of chupacabring, then create a fucking local mess such as a “civil war” or a “guerrilla war” to kick his ass out and after the bloodbath, go ahead and put in the chair a new ambitious blood sucker of your own choosing.

This peon most likely will be a member of your mega-chupopteran club or anyone with the hard intentions of belonging to it.

• Next, set up a few or a lot of foundations and associations to hide your money. Or take it to a tax haven by yourself or employing a lot of testaferri.

Now you are constantly on the spot light. Your shit is worth gold.

• And of course, do not forget to become a “grand philanthropist”.

Pushing you butt down people´s gullets will be a simple matter. Just tell your own press or your rich friends´ press to put you on the front pages of the newspapers as you go about spreading around a few of your peanuts from your foundations and talking a lot of shit such as that you are so “good and kind” to people and you “want to give back” what the society has given to you, i.e., some of the people´s vital juice you took away by legal ways set up by your accolade loving cronies.

• Hold on tight to the fucking evil rope.

You are now supposed to be famous, prestigious, admired or envied. You go about fucking around “enjoying” your chupacabra wealth, travelling in your private jet, drinking expensive wines in elite restaurants, etc., etc.

You probably eat frugally now since by the time you got to this point your stomach is so fucked up from eating too much expensive crap that it is rotten and cannot take any more crap.

By then, normal meals have become unappealing and boring to you. You are now into exotic foods and meats including “long pig” (i.e., human meat). 

Human meat is brought to your table by your mafia rings from any if the banana republics you or any your club friends control. It is flown or shipped in directly to your palace or mansion. Most of the times, this is done only for special occasions when you get together with your friends of the satanic mega-chupopteran club where hidden cannibalism is rampant.

By this time, most likely you are a narcotic consumer as well, taken whilst “relaxing” or at party time with your devil worshipping friends.

To get this stuff, you have no problem since you secretly control part or all the global web of the trafficking of drugs.

You are now one of those bastards wielding a lot of power on your hands. You can introduce a big cargo of this fucking shit to any country you wish without any trouble.

You know that to do this all it takes is to make a simple phone call to one of your mega-chupopteran friends high up in the clouds.

These bastards will make sure to make another call down their power line, this way your private jet will never be touched by the local authorities in charge of controlling your human cattle when you fucking shipment arrives at the airport.

All of this is part of your game in the game of the power games you and your friends are addicted to in order to control the herds of human cattle.

This is also part of your bag of tricks you and other members of your satanic club use to get grossly richer with each passing day.

Also, most likely at this point you have gotten really bored with women so you are now attracted to the opposite sex, or if you may have been since the beginning, now you are into fucking guys or guys fucking you. Guys from your same satanic club or sex prey especially obtained for you from your human cattle herds.

Chances are you are also one of those bastards who are into paedophilia and zoophilia, either forward or backward, This has become one of your darkest secrets.

You are now a true demon. A demon smartly and conveniently disguised, of course, as a faux chevalier.

Shame of you, motherfucker!

If the public discovers that you are a hidden pedophile, necrophile, zoophile or/and a cannibal, be prepared for a media tsunami.

The angry parents will want to hang you or send you to the Moon, but your ass will not be touched. Others in your satanic circle will come to rescue you. You damn well know that money protects money.

After all, this thing of “democracy” is only for the paper, for human cattle, although they inhabit different compartments called “countries” around the world, they have been penned globally in an ingeniously and well-designed system which really is a daemocracry (Gr., daemon = demon) that belongs to the Hidden Hand.

Parents are damn right about you.

For your hidden crimes, you should be tar feathered, kick in the ass, chained up and shipped out of the Solar System.

Anyway, it would not be surprising that your ass was not touched. Mega-chupopterans always protect other mega-chupopterans. They seldom see a jail.

Time went by and you never stopped mega-chupacabring. 

You are now old and fucking ugly, looking like Freddy or a nasty ET alien.

• Get your fucking butt ready for your last ride.

Now comes the tough cookie for you. This is the part you will hate the most.

• Be prepared to leave everything behind when the Parcae come to pick up your fucked butt.

On this final trip, you cannot take anything at all with you except your clothes covering your fucking dead body. Well, in the case your harpy folks have dressed you up for your last voyage!

Despite all your money and possessions, most likely you reached the croaking line still feeling fucking empty in your heart. This is another of your secrets.

This is not surprising at all, since yout emotional emptiness emerged somewhere along your childhood timeline. It could have been anything that triggered it. Besides, emptiness breeds emptiness at home.

Moreover, human brains are delicate masses of meaty hardware and are extremely easily messed up or fucked up.

Therefore, it was not real hunger what got you pushed in this satanic mega-chupopteran circle to begin with. It was your vast emptiness.

End of the line.

Your death notice appears on your own newspaper next morning! 

Quelle ironie! 

The battle for your massive evil fortune starts.

Back to square one. 


A world in transition 

We are now living in a world of transition. The global elite and their herds of human cattle are now facing a bigger mess: The problem of fucking up the Earth´s Biosphere with their old rotten and stupid model.

They have to come up with a solution before their fucking cannibalistic economic pyramid crumbles and crushes their balls and boobs.

So far, the only fucking thing it has occurred to them is the fancy but faux idea of “sustainability”. 

An idea which may be conveniently and easily bent and twisted to suit any mega-chupopteran´s economic whim.

Will this gang of global mega-chupopterans come up with the decent and biospherical sound solution?

If so, will the Earth´s mega-chupopterans be able to shove it down everybody´s gullet or stick it upon everyone´s back who belongs to their herds of human cattle without these slaves become too fucking upset, too fucking mad, enough to go rioting on the streets, burn and blow up cities and finally kick the mega-chupopterans in their fucking butt?

We doubt it, mon Capitain. 

The mega-chupopteran´s brains are made up of only money juice. Each and every neuron in their brains is occupied only with plots of making more money interspersed with étrange sexual sprees and cannibalism.

How about the science experts?

Here is one of the human cattle problems. There are quite a few scientists - “pay-check scientists” - who work for the mega-chupopterans and lack wisdom. 

Besides, some scientists are ponerologically-inclined individuals or even evil.

For these science brats, money and prestige is the name of the game too.

At the present time, knowledge is way too far ahead of wisdom.

And to make things worse, the elite´s herds of human cattle anywhere on the world are ruled by their gonads juice.

So are the mega-chupopterans too!

Crap on top of crap equals crap.

Dumb and numb plus dumb and numb plus dumb and numb can never add to another thing but a bunch of numb dumbest, biospherically speaking.

Although the fucking idea of using knowledge against knowledge to control human cattle looked good for the mega-controllers at the beginning, now it is not only backfiring like an old voiture but also is fucking up the only nest humans – slaves and masters – have: Earth.

The gods will not come to save theirs or anyone else´s fucking butts or the starship Earth.

It is entirely up to each geoclastic-devouring head of human cattle living upon the cherished planet.

And in these matters human cattle behave and act as a whole quite fucking stupid, mon Capitain! 

Mon Capitain, did you see that? 

Quoi? 

C´est notre neighbour farting with his car! He is driving his farting tin machine to go to the grocery store for a cigarette package at the corner instead of walking! 

Mon dieu!

Mon, Capitain, our ship is sinking! 

Je pense qui c´est le grand time to say FUCK! 


See you later alligators!

Source: Jessica´s Health Blog.