There are many beliefs about the Greys. That they are aliens in space suits. That they are robots sent by other beings to monitor us. That they mean us harm. That their intentions are good. That they are observers. That they take an active part in human affairs. That they… the list goes on.
Here is the truth with not one bit of dramatic superficiality: the Greys are deformed Asian midgets in space suits.
Take a moment to ask yourself if you have ever seen a deformed Asian midget. You haven’t.
Asians are not natural to our dimension. They come from a world where everything is slanted and cheaply made. Despite being naturally inferior to the Aryan man they stumbled upon technology that allows them to shift dimensions. They have been sending members of their Earth to our own for generations. It’s why despite having a weak sexual drive there are so many Asians.
In their dimension deformed Asian midgets dominate the political landscape. They watch over their kindred spirits in dimension hopping space ships. Rarely ever do they partake in our activities on Earth… until now. In the last century they began anally probing Aryan men who live in the middle of nowhere. There is reason behind their perverted behavior. Now that we can travel across the globe more easily the Aryan has more opportunities to impressed the Asian female with his masculinity to the disadvantage of the effeminate Asian male. This has caused their Asian midget over lords to, as they say, “chimp out.” The consequences have been dire for Aryan men living in the middle of nowhere.
Here is a film depicting a real life abduction and anal probing but without the anal probing:
Notice how small and Asian-like are the Greys.
Is there a Reptilian connection? As of now deformed Asian midgets and Reptilians have kept their distance from each other but no one knows what these emotionless and excellent mathematicians are thinking...
I spend much time around twenty-somethings because I don’t want to bang women my own age. During my attempts at getting laid in hipster bars where twenty-somethings gather I discovered a truth: the vast majority of them have tattoos. At first I believed it was part of the reptilian conspiracy. I suspected tattoos were the ‘mark of the beast.’ A way for reptilians to spot each other easily in public. I was wrong. With some exceptions a tattoo is the mark of the douchebag.
Douchebags take what was once cool and ruin it. The flaw of the tattooed douchebag is assuming what is popular is cool when in reality the opposite is true. What is popular is never cool. Being cool now is not having a tattoo unless you belong to a small subculture of masculine awesomeness.
Military men, convicts, hardcore musicians and their fans ink themselves proudly to indicate their allegiance to a masculine subculture. There is nothing masculine about a whiny hipster douche sporting a Mandarin character on his frail arm. Unlike most fads this has nothing to do with the Jewish-Reptilian-Homosexual-Canadian conspiracy. Unfortunately the fad is a consequence of our own human foibles. A tattoo is a commitment. It should note your undying loyalty to a sub-cultural ethos. It shouldn’t be a way to shout to the world how much of a lame douchebag you are.
Ironically women can’t be douchebags. Only someone who was born with Aryan value but cheapen themselves can be a douchebag. A woman’s value is dependent on what the Aryan man decides upon. A tattoo on a woman is the equivalent of a sales tag. The more tattoos the less value.
The many faces of douchebags...
Get it? Gut... beer... beer gut... douchebag.
Mr. Douchebag
Two douchebags sharing a douchebag moment.
I said tattoos are cool in a masculine sub-culture.
Every generation is defined by a struggle of wills that could aptly be viewed as good versus evil. Whether a generation leaves a positive or negative imprint on human culture is dependent on whether the good can hold the line against the waves of evil combatants led by General Jew and then successfully counter attack. For generations what was objectively good in the world was able to stand strong against a large nose, physically frail opponent. The Jew could only mumble his resistance and influence only the weakest of Aryans to do their bidding. How quickly times have changed. Like a tick on our balls the Jew sucks away at our life blood gradually until we feel too weak from the disease to hold the line. We are now aware of the Jewish-Reptilian-Homosexual-Canadian conspiracy against the American male but few know of how the Jew was able to weaken the American to its current state of apathy, cowardice, and effeminate gheyness.
After generations of butting their awkwardly shaped heads against the wall of Aryan manhood they have breached the wall. In a different era the Jewish-Reptilian-Homosexual-Canadian planned invasion would be unthinkable. The Jew is arrogant but he is no fool. He is also clever. Clever in a very Reptilian homosexual Canadian type way. While we toiled these past decades he slowly chipped away at our wall of masculinity. Many nails were hammered into our coffin before the final nail, the northern invasion, was slowly but gradually developing.
This was once you... once upon a time....
But now... this is you...
And eventually... this.... will be you....
Now that I no longer have a girlfriend I'll be spending more time masturbating and consequently sharpening my insights on the problems facing humanity and perhaps, yes... perhaps, countering these problems with solutions. Perhaps I'll have a final solution to the world's problem.
This is an excellent example of Jewish-Reptilian use of attractive Aryan women to promote bad mating habits.
Lets take a deeper look at the lyrics, shall we?
Katy: Should I call Johnny? What else to do? Alone on a Saturday night Cassie: Let me tell you one rule I always live by Katy: Cassie, you're always right You've got to take it as it comes You'll never get a guy, now If you chase a guy down You'll never get a guy If your heart always tells you what to do You've gotta think with your head, girl Not with your heart If you ever want a love so true Oh girl, take my advice, take it as it comes
Cassie is giving bad advice. Katy should not only call Johnny, she must also tell him how naughty she has been and that her oral fixation is driving her insane. She must also place emphasis on how Johnny is the only man she can turn to for a righteous spanking or otherwise he'll hang up. Johnny doesn't have time to waste with a woman who doesn't understand him. Cassie will appear correct on the surface when he blows Katy off. That's why references to oral sexual pleasure is a must when calling him along with a hard spanking, Katy. Don't hold back your naughtiness.
Katy: But if I don’t call him now What if he ends up in a date with another girl? Cassie: Well let me tell you To find true love, you gotta first look like yourself
Is she even listening to what Katy's saying? Johnny is like me, a ManGod, and he's totally going to be banging other chicks if Katy doesn't call.
She's really fucking Katy's shit up royally.
Katy: Johnny's not picking up I gotta make him see If I show up at his house he'll fall in love with me Cassie: You gotta be strong girl don’t bring yourself down Katy: But he's the only boy I want around
Damn... Katy is... creepy but creepy is okay if you're not fat and reasonably attractive.
There is no .... I can’t get … you gotta take it as it comes you will never gonna find out … You will never get it by If your heart always tells you what to do You gotta think with your mind not with your heart If you wanna someone true .. my advice take it as comes You will never get it by If your heart always tells you what to do You gotta think with your mind not with your heart If you wanna someone true .. my advice take it as comes
It's obvious Cassie wants to be all up in Katy's vagina. Otherwise she wouldn't be giving such horrible advice.
Young impressionable girls will listen to this song and walk away thinking their suspected lesbian friend who gives them advice on what to do with the opposite sex is looking out for them... but they're not. This is how straight Aryan woman become lesbians. It starts with, "I'm looking out for you, girl. I don't want to see you get hurt" but ends with a muff diving expedition during a slumber party. She'll slowly chip away at your true sexuality, Katy!
It should be noted, however, if they get all bi-sexual with Johnny we're all good. But I don't trust the Jewish-Reptilians. They might toss a strap on as the ace up their sleeve. What started out as Johnny showing his masculine power ends with Cassie taking his masculinity from him by force. Even worse is Katy watching Johnny being dominated by the lesbo that has eyes only for her. She will feel attracted to Cassie's dominance and repulsed by Johnny's weakness.
To avoid the Jewish-Reptillian agenda have your daughters listen to good Aryan music raging against the evil alliance.
Please excuse my absence. Mother unfortunately was mauled by a polar bear at the Central Park Zoo during a family reunion. Why mother hopped over the rail to swim into the jaws of death can only be explained by the Jewish-Reptilian-Homosexual-Canadian forces of evil slipping her LSD in hopes of causing me to be too emotionally devastated to fight further against their wicked agenda.
They underestimate me.
Mother would want me to push forward by using the substantial life insurance in her name to reveal the evil lurking under every yamaka. If she understood how the world really worked while she lived the word “crazy” would be replaced by courage and “disappointment” with hero. She left us too early. Unfortunately the family reunion also ended early. I was looking forward to the softball game.
I dedicate a poem to the woman who carried me in her tummy for 7 months. She didn't understand my sacred mission but I know Jesus, Elohim, and Joseph Smith are explaining it to her in a way I couldn't in Valhalla.
No Softball Until Next Year
By ManGod
There is no softball this year
Mother is gone
There is no softball this year
Jews took mother away
There is no softball this year
Mother was fed to the polar bear
There is no softball this year
Uncle Walter isn’t drunk at first base
Cousin Bobby isn’t wearing a jock strap inside out for giggles
Aunt Mina isn’t calling strikes that are balls
Cousin Paula isn’t rolling her eyes at shortstop calling everything ‘ghey’
There is no softball today
The Jews took mother away
