Login – Expel The Parasite

Pay attention anonymous trolls and Jews:

I don’t give a fuck what any of you “anonymous” retards think about anything I post here. Don’t waste your time, or mine commenting here. Do you really think that I am so thin-skinned that I would actually be upset by anything you could post here? There has not been a single point made with any intellectual worth against anything I have said here on this blog. If you don’t believe that, then go dig through the comment sections.

So, from now on I’ll be taking a harsh new stance and I’ll be moderating ALL COMMENTS ON THIS SITE! Sorry for the inconvenience to the vast majority of commenters who actually are decent. It’s just that I really cannot be fucked responding to some of the stupid retarded sorts of comments which have been left here lately! It’s a complete waste of time and I have better things to do than reply to idiots….. SO THIS IS A BIG “FUCK YOU” TO ALL ANONYMOUS TYPES! YOU WILL NEVER BE HEARD HERE EVER AGAIN.

DONE DEAL. Don’t bother!

Good night all!

– BDL1983

This is good:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK-NoHjSgF8&w=640&h=360]

*VERSE*
You own every bank.
You even write our laws.
You choke the flow of money with your greedy claws.
Oy Vey! Must be nice to be so comfortable.
Feeding of the rest of us, parasitic fucking Shlomo.

*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, you schemin’, thievin’ scum.
You got your sideburns down and your Yarmulke on, baby.
How many times will you cry “muh 6 million?”
After the Goys of Summer have gone.

*VERSE*
I wonder how it must have felt
When driven out of every land
That you coveted with cold green eyes
And strangled with your scaly hands.
“Victimized, justified, the Merchant is your friend.”
This, every fool believes then gets a back-stab in the end.

*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, rubbin’ your hands with delight.
You try to make me feel guilty ’cause I’m white.
I must now call on the help of Ben Garrison
After the Goys of Summer have gone.

*VERSE*
Out on the road today I saw a Star of David on a Cadillac.
A little voice inside my head sayin’ “/pol/ was right, you can never look back.”
I didn’t understand ’til I took the Red Pill.
Now I can see all you fucking vampiric shills.

*CHORUS*
Mr. Goldstein, you schemin’, thievin’ scum.
You got your sideburns down and your Yarmulke on, baby.
How many times will you cry “6 Gorrillion?”
After the Goys of Summer have gone.

Mr. Goldstein, rubbin’ your hands with delight.
You try to make me feel guilty ’cause I’m white.
I must now call on the help of Ben Garrison
After the Goys of Summer have gone.

Found this one over at The End Of Zion. (Nice find Ben!)

– BDL1983