Khazarian~Radhanites

Wha?...Who dat?

Just the mofos who’ve been messing up the world for the last thousand years. And they’ve been pouring it on strong, especially since the mid-1800s.

Here’s your history lesson—five and a half hours of documentation:

SYNAGOGUE OF SATAN Full documentary 1878 - 2006 by A C Hitchcock, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hycbl-fSbt4

Lest you jump to conclusions, screw your courage to the sticking place and click onward, Pilgrim. Don’t be a knee-jerk libtard like this guy:

That's about 5 hours and 25 minutes too long, Jacqueline. Nice for bored lady men, perhaps, but a real man can boil it down to one word: Jews. There, I saved you some time. Go get a facial. And speaking of real men, here's one for supplying 5 minutes of manly humor:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulR_Qri8uM0

Can you imagine girly men like Nick Fuentes and Keith Woods enjoying this guy? And notice how he affirms smoking right off the bat, establishing a kind of litmus test. Bet he could do a hilarious ten minute riff on girly man xxxxxx's tobaccophobia. OK, nice that I've f**ked the two of you once again, think I'll light up a smoke. 

My reply to lib-fool-fobs like this is quite simple:

Funny how lib-fobs always project their own foibelissimos onto others...sad, but at least it's funny. (And then maybe send him off to watch the latest version of Intellectual Froglegs.)

And in my mind I conjure up this guy’s own mindset:

Hi, I'm [so-and-so], gnostic socialist and clever subhuman funny boy. I'm here to wordplay everyone whose hysterics level is sub-par. Because we are all dead zombies and God is dead we need to take a knee to my [insert pet project]. Now you over there, Mr. Furry Phoofighter, finger me while fawning my sublingual signal box, or thumthing thimilar. Great googly-moogly my sugar smacks just went boolistic! 

~ Five and a half hours later ~

 Well, screen-gazer, what did you learn? Once seen, it cannot be unseen.

Oh how our minds have been subtly guided, manipulated, entrained to “authority”! Yes, grab the organs of money, media, law and medicine; bribe and blackmail stooges to do your Talmudic-style bidding and then: PRESTO-CHANGE-O…

But not to worry: Conspiracy Therapists, unincorporated, is here to help you untangle all and everything.

CTs present the pre-fab world of shadow reality, brought to you by legalese-style twilight language—nothing short of revelation of the method, sheltered in the indoctrination that you knew as “education” and "entertainment" growing up.

Old James Shelby Downard would be proud. Never heard of him? Then stop what you’re doing and go order one of his books. Here’s the latest:  https://www.amazon.com/Stalking-Great-Whore-Writings-Downard/dp/B0BTRQ3GNZ

Not convinced? CTs suggest that you think about all those broken treaties with the American Indians, resulting in their genocide. Wasn’t that carried out by those same U.S. Army blue-coats that burned, raped and pillaged the sunny South back in 1864-1865? 

Yes, beginning with that brutal mercenary pogrom of our Native Americans, the reign of terror by an illegitimate corporate federal government "military" went on a continual spree, an ever-escalating rampage. 

Ever since we the people lost our one and only constitutional Republic to Great Pretenders things have been dicey, to say the least, say us CTs. Think back on all of the “wars” up until now—and right now we are witnessing the western slave states supporting a criminal money-laundering and bio-lab pedo-enterprise called Ukraine, the ghost of Old Khazaria. Is this something we should support, let alone be proud of?  

Do you smell a rat-Radhanite? This CT sure does: smells like organized-crime-commerce; sinister motives fueled by money and corrupt power.

So…learn from history, the real history of truth; heed us Conspiracy Therapists and do your own sleuthing, weigh the evidence, discard the fluff, let reason and intuition guide you, hone your discernment, always re-evaluate and keep on keepin’ on.

Take a tip from this Conspiracy Therapist: stop getting your party on—instead, get off that party merry-go-round—get-off on Truth. Bracket the unreality of reality and move forward; be certain of your uncertainty as deep lies more and more become known to you (and of course, pray for grace and comfort). You won’t be disappointed. 

And guess what? People won’t call you a “Pilgrim” anymore (as in the Sabbatean Frankist Satanists and the British Pilgrim Society. What an insult!) Yes, step out of those Pilgrim shoes and walk a mile in John Wayne's boots. 

And all you ladies out there, you'll all be OK if you do like Peggy Lee and let the lyrics to this tune run through your mind—this tune.