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A Friday the 13th Illuminati Blood Sacrifice, Brought to you By Crowley & Son
December 13, 2013

Take heed, today’s Friday the 13th shooting in Denver was ordered by Alestair Crowley and carried out by his dark progeny, Duncan O’Finioan.

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Duncan O’Simioan Beast Clones
December 8, 2013

Deep from the bowels of Dulce and the Getty, we have discovered a number of hybrid clones have been unleased. Half ape and half the DNA of Duncan O’Finioan, these simian-sapien clones are called “Duncan O’Simioans.”

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nite the facial similarities:

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These wild hostile O’Simioan beasts will rape anything, feast on any flesh, and fart a deadly gas that will suffocate anyone within ten feet.

Just another by-product of the evil cabal scientists deep underground.

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Duncan O’Finioan’s Clone, Internet Porn Freakazoid
December 2, 2013

A reader of this blog named “Derrick” sent us this spy cam photo of one of the clones of Duncan O’Bobby Joe masturbating naked to web porn. Apparently he was awake for three days on crystal meth, which is why he looks worn out, older and…dehydrated.dunc-NAKED-COMPUTER-THIEF-large570

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Anya Briggs: Gizeh Spy and Jesuit/Zionist Operative
May 28, 2013

anyaWe have been getting many reports and seeing much crazy stuff about Anya Briggs lately. We can concur that she is no longer to be trusted.  After her visit to Dulce, we have evidence that her mind was taken control of by the Gizeh Intelligence and the reptilians and she has been working as their spy and also as a Jesuit/Zionist operative. She has been working as a psychic scanner for the Tall Whites during Las Vegas and during the mini-nuke deployment in Syria. She was removed from U.S. Space Command’s Grid Initiative (where psychics will be used as a sort of back-up internet communications should the system crash) for being defective.

It is true that in my previous work for the military I abducted her in a TR-3B and was instrument with her implants and use for time travel. It was a mistake on all our parts. I am beginning to understand that she has been an Alestair Crowley mole all along, working side-by-side with Duncan O’Finioan and Sarah Stanga. Her handlers are Stewert Swerdlow and Preston Nichols.  That “mistake” she made during the Diamond Spider Wars was not a mistake.

What is worse is she has a number of clones running around too. Time to start clone-huntin’.

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Clones in Las Vegas
May 21, 2013

We tracked down some tall whites to Las Vegas. While there, I slipped in like Flynn to the Super Soldier Summit this weekend. A lot of old friends and enemies there. I had to use a hologram belt to hide my identity. Too busy for this stuff. Lorien Fenton was trying to remote view me. Some of the people there were not who they really are. They were clones. Clones of the following people were placed there:

James Rink, Douglas Deitrich, Tyler Clark, Kerry Cassidy, JoAnn Richards, Mike Hemmingson, Miles Johnston, Sara Adams, Noreen Helphand, Erin Hicks, Solaris BlueRaven — EVERY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE WERE NOT PEOPLE BUT CLONES!

I almost took them out, as the top clone killer in this dimension, but I had tall whites to hunt down. Tall whites who set the mini-nuke off in Syria. Tall whites gambling at the Stardust and Belagio. Roan and I were sniffing some greys about too.

Then we smelled something real bad:

Duncan O’Finioan was spotted trying to get into the casino to do some killing, but Roan the Mongoose stepped in his path. Duncan quickly pissed his panties and ran away in fear.

I spotted the astral body of Michael Aquino roaming about. I went after him and he jumped into the body of the Douglas Deitrich clone.

I found the originals of Deitrich, Sara, and Solaris knocked out in the back of a Ryder moving van, being watched by a tall white. Roan took out the tall white. I took out the clones of Deitrich, Sara and Solaris and returned them to their rooms.

The Former White Hat, in his 5D body, showed up with Asket and Semjase to help us. “Accept no clones,” he said. The three then took out the other clones after finding the originals of the others hidden in the freezer behind Starbucks. Asket and Semjase returned them to their rooms.

In Starbucks were gallons of nanites. I destroyed them.

I spotted Max Spiers wrestling with three shape-shifting reptilians disguised as himself, Tyler Clark and James Casbolt.. I took out the these lizard imposters with a sonic cannon,

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Then we spotted a black helicopter with a psychic scanning the area. The psychic was Anya Briggs, under control of the Gizeh Intelligence.

The Mongoose and I headed for Area 54, tracking the last of the tall whites. But they escaped in a ship with Anya and Duncan.

These are strange times, my friends.

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Potter Lies Again
March 8, 2013

Potter Con Artist

Mr. Robert Potter:

You have now been put on the Idylwild Group’s Nasty List and the The Mongoose will seek you out. We were directed to that interview you did on Sean David Morton’s clone show and how you lied about Fred Bell’s patents and you lied about Plejarans.

You tried to back pedal, first you claim you know Semjase personally then on the interview you say, “Well, I never had direct contact” and that the Plejarans did a memory wipe on you. Potter ol’ bean, the Plejarans DO NOT erase memories of those they have contact with — the reptoids and greys and other negative beings do that, and so do the military abductors.  Any human-Plejaran contact is a positive, spirit-lifting experience and the memories are  not messed with.

You claim Fred Bell gave the OK for you to sell his patented creations except one. Well guess who was listening to you that day? Michelle, Fred’s widow. Guess what she said? “That’s bullshit! Fred couldn’t stand Rob Potter and found him to be creepy! And Potter had not been in contact with Fred in at least ten years before he died!”

Looks like Michelle is going to be a guest on someone’s radio show March 20 to reveal the truth about Potter’s lies. And why is Potter manufacturing Fred Bell’s patented products in Thailand? Maybe because Thailand does not recognize US patents and copyrights laws? Maybe because Potter uses cheap child labor in sweat factories? Maybe Potter is into the sex tourism available there? We all know what these reptoid types like to do…

When you come to Irvine in May, Mr. Potter, for that bogus COBRA conference, do not be surprised if you are served with a lawsuit  by Bell’s children, because they are not happy about you stealing from their dad. And don’t be surprised if you are taken up into a real Plejaran ship — and your memory will not be erased if it happens.

But here is the thang: the real Rob Potter who knew Fred Bell as a teenager is NOT the creature masquerading as Potter. The Potter running around is a REPTILIAN deceiver, just like COBRA, Drake, O’Finioan, Muggins, and the whole lot of these lizard people. 😉

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What Happened to These Clones? A Mystery…
February 8, 2013

Olein and Nellet, on a recon mission to Venus, found two ships adrift in space: a US Space Command TR-7E and a Orion gray lab ship. Neither had power.

We asked the Former White Hat for his assistance and Asket brought him to the scene in her beamship. The three suited up and entered both ships and found carnage.

In the TR-7E were two Q-45 ranked off world naval officers dead, decapitated, along with a dead clone of Aaron McCollum who was piloting the ship and a dead clone of Anya Briggs in the communications chair. A clone of Douglas Deitrich was found near the nuclear reactor, chopped into three parts. There were also five dead greys.

rink cloneIn the lab ship they found something stranger: three dozen clones of James Rink, some human, some large avatar soldiers, some of reptilian and raptor mix (picture a raptor with Rink’s human head). There were several child clones and many embryos in vats. There were two dead tall grays in white robes and seven dead small greys and pieces of what seem to be a mantoid. Ina  compartment were found decapitated Q-37 rank humans.

Floating in space near the ship were two clones of Benjamin Fulford.

Computer records on both were erased.

Who killed these clones, Q-45s and 37s, and greys?  And why?  Was it the reptilians? Space Command? Greys? Annunaki? Laher People?

Did Alestair Crowley order their deaths?

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Khris Neal Genderless Clones with Plastic Bones!
February 8, 2013

As reported by Mr. FWH, we did stop two Khris Neal clones from doing a school shooting in Chicago.

What is weird is that the autopsies revealed the clones to have plastic bones and no gonads. Neither male nor female, whereas the Khristine Neal in Oregon is both, but prefers the feminine.

Girl, you got some issues! Subscriptions even!

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Is it Better to Rule in Hell Than Serve in Heaven?
January 29, 2013

After getting his ass-whooped by Chuck Norris and the crap literally frightened out of him by The Mongoose, Duncan O’Finioan releases a semi-literate statement (see below) that he is running away from the USA to Belize, where he has a clone…or he says “twin brother”…but a clone, in service to The Cabal.

We know that Duncan has told many people, “I don’t travel.” Now, how is he going to do all what he claims with a bum knee, a beer gut, and a bow and arrow?

The Milton quote at the end — well, he has never read Milton, wouldn’t even be able to comprehend Milton; he just got that quote from the “Star Seed” episode of Star Trek where Kahn (not Louis Nin) makes that references.

I just took out the sort of facility you speak of in Nebraska, Dunc…so where were you? On your 10th beer from that 12-pack?

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Duncan O’Finoan says,

2013 — A New Year? Or a Nightmare? … Part 2

Well, I did say I would write the second part of this — let’s just call it “My State of Affairs” — and then I was finished.

Finished.

And yes. I’m finished, alright. As in DONE.

As in don’t care anymore.

As in not my problem anymore. And why should I care?

People are going to do what people are going to do. They follow their nature.

Well “nature” on. I’m done with everything and most everyone.

Remember the Council I was forced to stand before several years ago? When I was forced to choose which side of this war

I would fight on (I chose the human race, in case all of you have forgotten.)? Where I stood and argued and screamed that the human race

had a right to continue and not be destroyed?

Well, I went back to them a few days ago. And I exercised my free will.

I quit.duncan dupe

I asked for and was granted release from my oaths and bonds.

In short, what this means is that I am not fighting for anyone anymore. It means I am not bound, as I was before, by rules and protocols set in place to hold the balance.

It means I now take orders from no one. It means I can do what I damn well please. It means I don’t have to to keep quiet

when spineless cowards sitting behind a computer keyboard spray vulgar lies and think they remain hidden.

It means I don’t have to help someone who has written me saying “I hope you burn in hell for what you have done” and then signs the letter

“In the light.”

In the light. Sure. Most of you people wouldn’t know The Light if it burned your arse.

Oh yes. I am well aware that the vast majority of you reading this are jumping for joy. Please, do keep jumping, and once you have tired out

you can go back to your tabloid news. Get your mouths filled with today’s juicy gossip. And don’t worry, because in the weeks ahead

you’re going to have plenty of news to read. A little birdie told me so.

Why?

You ask me why? Why I quit?

I say, Why not?

When I came forward all those years ago it was with one purpose. To stop the use of children in the black programs.

Was it successful?

Not just no, but hell’s no.

Do you want to know why?

There were not enough people who gave a fiddlers damn to even make a start.

Do you have any idea how disgusted that makes me? I really hope you people are proud.

Look at the noise you people are making over guns — and I’m all for owning firearms. I think everyone should be trained to use a firearm.

But, if you people had CARED as much about the children of this country and the world as you do about your guns, we could have made a

difference. But you do not.

I can not, and will not stand with or fight for anyone who cares so little about the torture, rape, and murdering of children.

You’re not worth it.

Some of you care more about your trashy porn novels than about the murder of children.

So here I am. On my own. Answering to no one. I think I will go have a little fun. Do some traveling.

I’ve got places to go, people to do — I mean see.

dunc cartoonI think the first place I want to go is Belize. I have a brother that lives down there.

Oh right, most of you don’t know. You see, I have an identical twin brother. He lives in Belize. He is still in “The Company”.

And, as a matter of fact, there have been a few people in the “alternative media” who have gone down to meet with him.

Some of them even made pacts with him. I hear that’s not working out for most of them, though. Can’t say that I’m sorry.

What can you say? You make a deal with the devil …

I also know where a large group of children are being held. Being tortured and trained … and killed. I’m going to fix that. My way.

Being that I now answer to no one, I can do these things. Damn, that feels good. Being able to do what I want, my way. No rules, save my own.

Going to set a few things right on my own, being as the human race doesn’t seem to care enough to at least try.

Now, I know most of you that have read this far are most likely frothing at the mouth with anger (How the hell do you think I feel?). Let

me make you a tad more so.

The “alternative media”. What a joke.

You have female show hosts offering sexual favors to get interviews. You have male show hosts offering drugs and pimping girls

for guests. You have hosts telling you only they have the truth. But it will cost you $49.95 (plus shipping).

Again, what a joke.

Then you have that few. That very small few that I call the “Truth Media.”

They are the ones out there mostly working for free, taking the knives in the back, being spat upon by the rest for telling it like it is.

I know a few of them. They’re the best. I don’t just call them friends, I call them brothers and sisters. Family.

Anyway. I’m done.

I am going out on my own and doing what I feel should be done and doing it my way.

I aim to misbehave.

We all have a dark side. I think it’s time mine came out to play for a while.

Been thinking about the words of Milton lately. “Better to rule …”

Chuck Norris Bitch Slaps Duncan O’Finioan
January 24, 2013

ChuckNorrisWe have learned that during Duncan O’Finioan’s most recent Las Vegas  “seminar,” Chuck Norris was also in the city and went to confront Duncan. When Duncan saw Mr. Norris, his face went pale.

Mr. Norris said to Duncan, “I hear you’ve been telling people you kick-box trained me while at The Farm.”

“I….uhh…umm…ughhh…platttzz,” mumbled Duncan.

“Care to explain yourself, punk?!” said Mr. Norris, and bitch-slapped Duncan hard. He said, “I never met you, I don’t know you, The Farm my ass! You? You train me? What a freakin’ joke!”

Duncan fell to his knees, whimpering like a whipped dog, and began to piss and shit his pants when staring up at the awesome power of Chuck Norris.

“Get with the reality of it, son,” Mr. Norris told the quivering broken down Omega Unit. “That screen you see me on, those are movies, I am playing a character; I was never in a Delta Force or Special Ops or the CIA. I’m a martial artist who got into Hollywood fiction to make a few bucks. We have never met, except in your delusions and warped booze brain, and you sure as hell never trained me in squat, O’Finioan or Fannin or whatever you call your worthless heap of skin and bones. I am sick of you con artists who like to pretend they live inside a comic book world making shit up about me. I should teach you a real painful lesson, punk.”

“Puh-puh-lllease don’t h-h-h-hurt muh-muh-meah, sir,” mumbled Duncan.

“Pathetic,” said Mr. Norris, spitting on Duncan. “Not even worth it.”

Mr. Norris walked away and Duncan feinted unconscious, as witnessed by dozens. His soiled pants made many go peee-euii!

 

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