Ray’s Hell Burger and the Drink of the Green Fairy

“You gonna eat those Freedom Flies?”

 

Last episode of Iron Chef: WTF? we tastetested Swineflu Primavera at Smithfield Foods in the State of Virgin(ia), heavy condiments courtesy Todd at TTLG and AF, the latter’s most recent jambalaya extending the SwineAmerica/(H)arlington/Bubalon men you.

On Toozday, VAWA Joe (“Doin’ Her”) Biden and Barack the Slack hunkered down at Ray’s Hell Burger in Arlington, Virginny, to devour fresh hathorgash cowflesh and show the unsleeping dead citizenry what Common Folk our Two Boys are.  Rully.

Extruding from the back of VAWA Joe’s sold and soggled noggin is MA bedecked in crimson, whose lefthanded blade dangles just above Joe’s occipital bun, reminding him whence his VPness cometh, and who can “rescind his delegates” . . . as if they hadn’t re-ascended into lunar orbit long ago.

The Swine Flew, like ephah storks from Old Babylon.  Landed everywhere.

As AF discerned, our April 11 post, De Queen of De Sowf  “anticipated” the outing outbreak of global porkerness.

On April 23, at St. Francis Prep School in, ta Da, Queens, NY, seventy-five young citizens of Columbia were swabbed for Swineness.  Green mean time

as last post chirped, Global Elder Muhammad Yunus, the “Banker to the Privileged Poor”  recently canvassed Queens, New York, shovelling out greenbacks to female-only businesses.  Shit how many queens is that?  AF, help.

In Howen Nowen Browen Cowen, aforesaid welds the first U.S. Swineflu death, a 33-year-old woman (Christ’s death-age; Masonic numeral) in Harlingen, Texas, to

1) Harlingen in the NetherLands (=Kore, Sowf, sexmagick)

 2) Harlingen, England; and

3) various cognate Arlingtons, in sacrificial/burial contexts

 

You can trust your car
to the man who wears the star
the big, bright Texaco Star! 

 

Lee Harvey Oswald is buried at Rose Hill Memorial Burial Park in Fort Worth.  Again, the Dea-ley/Rosy Cross keyname, set in a high place.

Probly got groves there too!

Arlington, Texas, latitude 32/42/18 N, formerly was called Marrow Bone Spring. 

The U.S. National Cemetary is, of course, at Arlington, Virginia, and purportedly holds the bones of  JFK, kingkilled brown-as-dirt near the Triple Overpass and Trinity River in the Metroplex trident of (Pallas) Dallas-Fort Worth-Arlington.

Ain’t fur from Peckerwood Hill.

And, of course, the Virgin’s Burger Boys in Arlington last Tuesday, munching on the kin[E], another Unworthy Joke around the French Plantation dinner table in Apocalypse N.O.W.

 

It’s like this: when you want a burger, you have to have a burger.

In this state of mind on Tuesday, President Barack Obama and Vice President Joe Biden took a short — but wholly noticeable — motorcade ride from the White House to Virginia and pulled into a small, independent burger joint called Ray’s Hell Burger.  [Source:  AP, Ben Feller; emphasis added]

 

As implied by surfeit Queens and Virgins and Little (H)arlings above, America and Her Majesty Mom are settling down to the Sirius Biznuss of New Woman Orderdom.

 

 

The endless onslaught of pigpenish Some More Equal Than Others legislation and cultural codification in the U.S., while G.B.’s Equality TripleSpeaker, Harriet Harman(hater) wants to stock the boards of nationalized banks with the Approved Gender.

‘Sometimes we have to take scary methods in order to achieve worthwhile results,’ she told a mainly female audience.

‘It is about saying, “because you are a woman I’m going to put you in this promotion.”

 

Krazy Aunt Harriet is klearly Krippen Kin!!

And don’t we have laws everyfuckingwhere specifically to prohibit gender from being the reason for any hiring, placement, or promotion?

Ooops.  Silly l.d.  Dea Ley.

With slithertongue akimbo and in absolute controversion of the facts of job loss and “economic dislocation” in Great Britain, Ireland, and the U.S., Ms. Harman declared:

We have to worry more than men and we are definitely worrying more about the recession than men are.

 

The girls “worry” and the guys suffer.  Which, that must be remediated by more female privilege and power.

Then we’ll all agree not to talk about it.

More from Harriet as she champions DNA databasing, bringing Holy Equality to the Unblessed Isles.

But what, you queerie, of Brother Baal de Bub?

 

 

Global Elder financier and mastermind [dildo] Richard Branson, chumling of Muhammad Yunus and Oprah, will offer its Virgin Airlines victims passengers absinthe, Green Fairy Gator-aid, on its bloodwinged flights.  Pictured below, a Virgin Spokesfairie, looking decidedly Khemish.

 

 you don’t drink the Green Fairy

 She drinks you

 Rev. 17

 

The herbal “hub ingredient” of notorious absinthe is Artemisia absinthium, commonly called grande wormwood.   Artemisia, of course, from Artemis, the Greek “virgin” goddess of libidic frenzy, war, and blood-ritual.

Wikipedia:

That Artemisia absinthium was commonly burned as a protective offering may suggest that its origins lie in the reconstructed Proto-Indo-European root *spend, meaning “to perform a ritual” or “make an offering.”

 

Predictably, Wikipedia reports that the absinthe revival traces to, well gosh, elements in the European Union. 

Got us that time.  We’d have guessed Guatemalan peasants.

Co-standardly, Allie Crowley was an absinthe guzzler.  Absinthe and wormwood are essentially interchangeable, in philology and practice.   Revelation 8:11 references wormwood as a star or heavenly object that poisons one-third of humanity.  This interpretation doesn’t exclude manifestation on Earth of an ”angel” or other ”celestial figure.”  “Myths” come from somewhere.

As discussed recently herein:

A Dictionary of The Holy Bible states, “the star called Wormwood seems to denote a mighty prince, or power of the air, the instrument, in its fall, of sore judgments on large numbers of the wicked.”

 

So eat hearty, VAWA Joe and B.O.  Two steers gnawing manflesh.  Cow patty or salmon steak, when you want one, you just gotta have one.

Even when it ain’t your ranch.  Or your critters.

Hey, the tab’s on l.d.  Dig in!  Long as you don’t dig out.

All the condemned deserve a last meal.  We won’t be serving your kind any more.

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