1. The enemy tried to play the bravery of the Assam Regiment, which my girlfriend's father led, a man whom they murdered, against me tonight.
2. Their move was extremely obvious--especially given their earlier, and unsuccessful attempt to use Rhodesian military songs through which brave colored troops were led by white officers.
3. Here's another from Rhodesia, a country where the English trash at GCHQ, at Cheltenham, sent my girlfriend, the grand-daughter of a colonel and posthumous knight, to be raped.
4. Can you believe the imbeciles from GCHQ, in Cheltenham, who work with the Tavistock Institute, think this stuff would make me hate black people?
5. They are just that stupid.
6. Obviously, the idiot plan of Tavistock Institute to turn me into a racist, or a rapist, failed miserably, but the English trash still don't get it.
10. Here's the picture of a look-a-like to his grand-daughter, whom MI-7 put in Playboy, in an attempt to manipulate me.
11. I am writing about that in my third book--available within the year.
12. I strongly encourage all real people, real men, real women, and real children--humanists, masculinists, and feminists--to read my books, which are available, free, at my site.
19. And I guarantee: your visits to my website and your retweets of this string will get English rapists and cowards, who think they are immune, called on the carpet.
20. It's easy to hurt the satanic, rapist, child-molesting trash.
P.S. And, just in case it's still not clear to the imbeciles at MI7, yes, I do remember the hypnotic session where you showed me the video of the Assam Regiment, which Charlotte's grandfather, Bruno, commanded, led into battle & fell leading (the one at the top of this thread).
P.P.S. And, I might add, the imbeciles at DMI, in Dublin, are now laughing with me, at you, courtesy of hive mind....
P.P.S. And hey, Cheltenham, and College Park, here's another of my more than two hundred and fifty articles, plus my two five-hundred-page books, with my dossier, that you neglected to read before you made the imbecilic non-decision to tangle with me....