When I arrived in Paris with my virgin French wife from Provo, Utah for the first time, which was actually my second visit to France. The first time coming via Dr Evil's Belgium homeland, after our prophetic circa 2011 charter flight via Ellen Page's Canadian hometown airport went bankrupt. We were sitting inside a cafe espresso at the future HUGO train station of my new 15ish virgin wife, circa 2011, waiting for our EURO TRIP train to Nancy. When suddenly the two plain clothed policemen of Judah and Ephraim literally jumped on top of some Arab dude at the bar and wrestled him to the floor right in front of us, demanding to see his papers [read birth certificate].
That was before the sons of Israel had completely fainted in 2NEPHI 8 after so many packs of niggers had attacked them from behind inside their own church sanctuaries that they just threw up their hands, like the ones at:
http://www.silive.com/northshore/index.ssf/2011/12/9_arrests_in_staten_island_inc.html
In confirmation of the black Irish "myth busters" in Dublin, CA who tried to prove that Obama's birth certificate is the real deal. Even if every single computer graphics expert out there who has looked at it for 5 seconds says that the thing is an obvious blow job. And therefore it really is true that the American media is dominated by Marxist homosexual Finks who sympathize with the enemies of the more polite and white race of the real Bible's Kingdom of Israel.
Per:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/tvandradio/8942164/Cannonball-hits-house-after-TV-experiment-goes-wrong.html
No wonder that "...the first queer [childish half Jew boy] president of the United States..." cancelled his 17 days vacation to America's FANTASY ISLAND immediately after he got word that Mitt Romney is taking a second hard look at Joseph Smith's WHITE HORSE PROPHECY. Even though he didn't have the Spanish nuts to join Trump's Republican Party debate for who is going to be on the American Independent Party ticket.
GSR/TWN
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