Anton Kiss – Professional’s chef d’oeuvre /Part 2/

Kolonel Menachem Golev to General Shlomo Rastah – Zozen likviditu, Sefe.

Here, this is a non linear assymetric formula to the phrase
*get rich or die tryin*

Menachem Golev to Captain Avraham Onofrijus Traore – hned vedla Mikiho bude stat Zid, slobodomurar, byvaly minister privatizacie za Meciarovej garnitury do roku 98 a ekonomicky zlocinec. Ty vies koho Ondrej myslim.

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Me n Skeri at the bar, discussing one of many details.
-We need a truck.
-Where do we get such a truck.
-Derry.
-Free Derry?
-Free fucking Derry.

I hereby admit to support some political parties, such as RAAD, Sinn Fein, Gimmel, Tamil Tigres, Scottish National Párty, Labour Párty in UK – please take into consideration that I was present when Chief Rabbi of Slovakia said that if Corbyjn wins the following elections back then, whole Neturei Karta from Stamford Hill would be so to say absorbed by Bratislava kehillah, that is about it for now. /paraphrase/
My first thoughts were, how do I make it so that Jeremy, the antizionist antiyiddo cunt, I do not give a flying fuck whether you are leftist or centrist or whatever, I even downloaded a paper where an Israeli scholar used virtual bulletproof argumentation to get him out of the guilty parties, if rebel rabbies, just google that document from VICE, btw, the reason why they do not let the reporter sit in the middle is the rule m-m-f authorised, m-f-m not. I wonder if Sholom Dovber Myers SHLITA, my former chavrutah, such a beautiful human being that was sittin in Kollel in Crown Heights and me, through Orange flatrate subscription. after I concluded that Chief Rabbi of Slovakia could score D- in the field of giyur sponsoring rabbi, we kind of fell apart and I switched to O2 then Tesco Mobile, pathetic rebellion from me, then finally consolidated at 4ka, the inner joke is not explained but it was my rebellion, not yours. Mind one thing, when having a repetitive work sitting in front of the computer, you have plenty of time and space to go through 20+ hours of shiyrim in the week, still, Rebbe’s shiur around the second Amidah were dabbed the Keter HaShiyurim, his structure, the proximity and his Chossidische approach, they were priceless. Up to one point, he used biyearly a repetition, his own invention

Korach the Anarchist

With the witness impersonated by the most appropriate person, Dr Eliyahu Dremencev, I ran up the stairs and mildly informed him were he to try this one more time, there can be a fierce verbal opposition. Mind you, some antiauthorian leftists such as Howard Zinn Z“L or Avram Noam Chomsky, ze best majnd in ze uorld, in my own understanding a dog rag compared to the likes of HaRav Moshe Sternbuch Shlita, Ponovitsher Rebbe whose only appearance in my life had this consequence, I have seen three football matches in last 20 months or so, Szetmer Rebbe and similar, compared to them, Mr Chomsky in all fairness can go lick donkey balls, front and back. The introduction ends here. In my own understanding, the descendant of HaGaon Chatam Sofer, I had the privilege to be sitting behind him in the Nissan van while Rebbe kind of threw in the word Maamische way too often, my only conern was that he dined at Yallahummus. Anyway…

Inserted note – Rebbe was right, I conclude as some time passed. Korach has undermined Moshe’s authority in order to push for his own vile agenda, damaging klal yisroel unity such as many anarchist do.


Read on.


Actors of this chara
Actor A – me, the commander.
Actor B.
Actor C.
Actor D.
Chauffeur

A made up quote for the starters – I personally think society owes us, bigtime, Comrades. Big time.
/if you do not follow, stream some Peter Gabriel, matey/


In the stolen panzer vehicle we speed to the very clownesque meeting of the so very rich in our homeland, Bal v SND, Gviezdoslavovo Platz, where all the fuckfaces that mean something for the masses meet, “the poor adore keep fiending for more“, as one song goes, and we are about to short circuit their caviar n champagne session. It happens this way.
In the car, in its back, the four of us, we are seated and safety belts press us into the seats. We are not adventurous types, we are minimising the downfalls of the displacing from point A to the National Theatre where all the backchanalia happen.
We are seeking one person though. You are about to find out whom.
Sitting in the back of stolen police vehicle, we look at each other.
All of a sudden, we are thrown into the air, through the fountain in front of the builing we are to attack, we storm through the pillar, it collapses.
We look at each other, wait till the noise of the falling mäss of Stone stops then I undo my seatbelt and command
-Idemo.
We storm out and start shooting towards the entrance. We clear the space, neutralizing all the security service at the door and we proceed towards the main hall. We look for the culprit while occasionally shooting at the coming guard, with milimeter precision.
-Kde je Dzurinda? Kde je Mikulas Dzurinda?
I ask the participants who are so lost in their amazement that they are not able to guide me so I proceed to my own search and I find the mutherfucker, holding a milkshake, himself quite of a douchebag milkshake, and pure donaldo*d he looks at me, what do I want from his highness, I reach out to my Glock and I run a bullet through his knee.
-To je za vsetkych Srbov ty hajzel, I scream, then I look at my ensemble.
-Slobodno.
And we start shooting all the participants, sick masacre, one two shots and they are done, we clear the area, me with actor B we went upstairs on the staircase and there, we shot up the balcony party people, then I ran down to MikiPremierDzurinda, who happened to be the last one standing and looked at him
-Ja som nechcel ani do NATO, ani do EU. a tie prelety, tie ta budu stat toto.
And I feed his body with several bullets from my automatic rifle, then we ran away, all of us actors in the same direction to the stolen Derry panzer from now on getaway car, to
our designated hideout.

Luckily, these sociopath madeup stories are no longer vivid in my memories and I live my life day to day with ideas that nurture rather positive side of mine.

But these were my daydreams for long, I admit.