You know, it really seems that there were three assassins that killed JFK. No, really. There is a sinister Jewish Zionist power that secretly controls the world's government. Yes, THOSE Jews. The bad, brushy-faced hook-nosed semi-cannibals that held the world hostage for actually, ever since fucking David nailed Abraham. Oh, sorry. Goliath. Same difference.
Did I mention that the whole fucking moon shot thingy was all an elaborate hoax? No Shit, Sherlock, Fuckin' Francis Ford Coppola directed the whole fucking thing. Right on Pad 9 in Hollywood. Neil Armstrong was a standup comic hired by Irving Veivovitz (again, the Zionist plotter) and, believe it or not, Jerry Lewis (France's beloved comic) was heavily involved.
Fuckin' A, let's not stop there. George W. Bush Jr. PERSONALLY orchestrated the Twin Towers attack. Like he could fucking orchestrate his own fucking boiled egg on a fucking Sunday morning at Camp David..
Yep, thousands of Zionist conspirators went down in a blaze of sacrifice so that the rest of the fucking six million could live.
Oh, wait. No. No Jewish person checked into the Twin Towers that day; they knew beforehand from emissaries from George Bush that "Mohammed Atta" was a pseudonym for the vicious perpetrators of mercilous destruction. Can you say "Cantor"? I know you can if you only put a little fucking effort into it. No, can you say "Cantor" and "Fitzgerald" at the same time? I knew you could. Guess, no, seriously, guess WHO FUCKING OCCUPIED THREE STOREYS OF WTC. I think you may have guessed right. I think you can count, and if you can, you'll realize that a FUCKING THOUSAND JEWISH PEOPLE DIED THAT DAY. Just do the fucking Google. I know you can. Finger, point, press, press again.
Did you know that GW personally hired a team of explosive experts who strategically planted seven thousand carefully-placed explosives to personally assure that 1.86 billion people could be deceived? To this day?
The Jews fucking did it. Them and the gays. I say nuke 'em all.
Oh, yeah, what was my point again?
Fucking Facebook has your fucking number and if you think sending a drunken email and regretting it the next morning was a a Bad Thing, boy, you have another think coming.