From the Winds of 2011 to the Piss of 2013, the birth arrives like all things in the Royal Scam.
One child dies and one is born. Such is the sacrifice for the greater goods. NASA time works in perfect synchronicity.
While they are paid in gold just to babble in the back room All night and waste their time
So American sheeple have a new Baby Blue Boy. A nine pound cracker who on the heels of McMartin Scottish Rite sacrificing, the Royal Birth comes to KraKKerville. Swooning and Mooning to follow. The Wind and the Piss blows across the big pond to the tune of raining cats and dogs and political frogs.
Is it true Trayvon was murdered? Oh most certainly and the culprits have the bloody red on their hands and blue blood in their veins. Yes the KraKKa has been released.
The bounty is set, the marches are on and the Moslem Brotherhood pumping in Washington DC, is dumping the crimson infrared frequencies across this land. George Zimmernan, slickster extraordinaire and his handlers have upped the ante a bit with the oh so predictable signatures of committee. In a brilliant, though COTO obvious move, our hero has re-emerged. Never waste an opportunity to milk the camel for all it’s worth.
“We have had an enormous amount of death threats,” Robert Zimmerman said. “George’s legal counsel has had death threats, the police chief of Sanford, many people have had death threats … ‘Everyone with Georgie’s DNA should be killed’ — just every kind of horrible thing you can imagine.”
Well we knew DNA was going to make an entrance.
Meanwhile the Rape of America continues by the heirs to another rape. Middleton has conceived and birthed another heir apparent to the register. Third in line and born on the twenty second. The numbers never lie 7/22/13 = 6.
The man child is already being touted like a leader or the anti-christ. The pundits and prophets have spoken
[MUMBAI, Maharashtra – Britain’s royal baby may be “born to rule” as third in line to the throne, but Indian mystics Tuesday made the intriguing prediction that the new prince will one day stand for elected office.
Taking his date, time and place of birth — 4:24 pm in London on Monday — two stargazers in Mumbai have separately charted a much more politically active destiny than that of recent British monarchs, whose job is largely ceremonial.
“Maximum by 2044 he may make politics a career and start contesting elections,” said astrologer Raj Kumar Sharma. “I’m seeing very strong changes in the monarchy,” he said.
The future king “may break some rules, he may be known for doing something not happening in the last 200 years”, he added.
Another mystic and holistic healer, Larra Shah, said he would run in an election for president or prime minister “and will probably win it”.
“Being a king or prince will not matter to him,” she said, explaining he would want to work for the good of the people.
“He will be very politically inclined,” she said.
The prince will also improve British relations with other countries, especially Arab ones, she predicted.]
The 2044 election primaries are already in play. Certainly they are under NASA timekeeping. I assume all Omens will bring us anti-liberty and slavers from antebellum to the end of time as we know it.
We can look forward to some big changes in the landscape and the excitement of a new call for global order. Today I am Trayvon, today I am black and tomorrow I will be a runaway slave. For those who are looking to have a family I offer these verses from E.B. Browning. Could the weep-poor-will or the cat of the glen Look into my eyes and be bold? We are all slaves of some kind.
The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim’s Point -E.B. Browning
I stand on the mark beside the shore
Of the first white pilgrim’s bended knee,
Where exile turned to ancestor,
And God was thanked for liberty.
I have run through the night, my skin is as dark,
I bend my knee down on this mark…
I look on the sky and the sea.
O pilgrim-souls, I speak to you!
I see you come out proud and slow
From the land of the spirits pale as dew. . .
And round me and round me ye go!
O pilgrims, I have gasped and run
All night long from the whips of one
Who in your names works sin and woe.
And thus I thought that I would come
And kneel here where I knelt before,
And feel your souls around me hum
In undertone to the ocean’s roar;
And lift my black face, my black hand,
Here, in your names, to curse this land
Ye blessed in freedom’s evermore. -continue
http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/ebbrowning/bl-ebbrown-runaway.htm related; https://cotocrew.wordpress.com/2012/12/04/pearls-and-eggs/