Islam vs. Christianity

The strategy of the Vatican led NWO elites is simple. I have been saying it for years and backing it up with example after example. Pit Islam against Christianity. Flood the West with Sharia law followers. Watch the chaos erupt. The video below went viral. Either it’s meant to whip of hatred and violence or the guy speaking is giving the truth as he sees it. Here is the intro sent to me and the video, which was aired on Right Wing Fox US News TV. With that in mind, I think the video is cointel produced.

Retired Marine Steven Gern’s Immigration Video went Viral! 44 million hits in one day! I wouldn’t want to meet this guy in a dark alley when he’s having a bad day! His arms are bigger than my legs. Must spend his life in the gym.

The globalists want to saturate America with the very people that hate us. Now why would they want to do this? SIMPLE !!! They want to wipe out Christianity, so they can reign in their antichrist one world leader, over a one world government. And then set up a one world religion. (Luciferism) the global cabal are just going to use Islam as a means to destroy Christianity, but they hate Muslim as well, they have been deceived also. Its just a means to their end and final goals.

Max And Harvey

The clip is from Harvey, I think Jimmie Stewarts best performace was perfecto. You can say what you you want about Hollywood, but he is a gem, a diamond in the rough. His voice, not eloquent but with this unique quality only God gave him. I always thanked God for giving us this man, a hero both on the battlefield ,his career and his marriage. A nice man, long since gone from Sunset Blvd.

I am going to play the clip and tell you Harvey lives today. He just changed his name to Max. I will play the clip, be patient no internet rage, first Max’s story

It started like this, simple truth. I was in the parking lot of a Calimax, a Mexican grocery chain. Let me stop here. I should add, this chain sets up a free cooking facility with a hot cooker for those who cannot afford to eat. Nice, America take notice.

As I closed my car door, a voice said: leave the windows open.
I knew it was Max and I said you can come on in now.
So he did.
We strolled down the isles together.
And as we were strolling, I asked: how’d you learn to speak.
He looked at me with a rolling eye, could never get a word in edge wise before now.
We ambled and scrambled down those endless grocery lines. I was thinking get me back to Italy. I don’t like shopping like this!
So this is what you guys eat , Max blurted out.
Yes,
Take me to the  fish section.
Why?
I tell you later.
We checked out and I bought my usual bottle of wine with dinner.
While I was paying, Max said:
Thanks for keeping me out of these places all these years. You are a good guy.
We rode home in the same car, the same way.
I opened the door He jumped out.
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Night Watch

 

The night someone close to you dies is like no night you will ever experience. It drags you into the deepest parts of hell, taking you on a journey of unimaginable physical and emotional pain, worse –much worse – than if you died yourself.
Parts of your body and soul that you never knew existed hurt so bad it would be easier to end it all right there. But we don’t. We stay. We endure. We recover. But do we?
I have never been the same since my mother died when I was 10. We were extremely close. It changed my life’s direction and still does today. There is no getting over it. We cope. We yield to reality. But the mortal wound, the scar left comes with a price, comes back in the deep of the night to rattle your very existance.
For me after my mother’s passing, I never wanted to see anyone close to me die again. So I made sure of it. All my close relationships lasted a short time. The idea of growing old with someone and watching them die was out of the question.
No more Night Watches and I was fine with that. When she left, I looked for her every night. I stayed awake thinking she would return. I heard her voice in the pillows. I saw her face in the window’s reflection. It was as if she was there but she wasn’t.
Then the morning came. The world set in on its pace and she was gone.
This Night Watch went on for months, years. And it  lasted, went on and on,  until I could no longer remember my mother’s voice. Her face faded from the window’s reflection and I was on my own.
Looking back, I believe Eugenia remained with me until she knew I would be OK, able to take it on my own.
Only way to put it is she then flew off to heaven to await my arrival. The Night Watch was over. Jean was in heaven and I was left on earth with some memories and always the lingering thought of why did she have to die so young.
I didn’t have any Night Watches for a long time. I traveled, wrote articles, moved quickly, never getting too attached and always finding a way to escape. This went on for a couple of decades. I successfully achieved my goal until I finally got tired of moving around.
Of course, by this time, the last thing I wanted to do was start what I call a twi-light romance. Meet an older lady, talk about our failures and then hobble around the bedroom trying to bring back the good old days.
By this time, I had chosen my companions carefully and they were a Red Fox Lab and an Alaskan Malamute. During our time together, we had intermittent human female companionship but nothing that lasted very long.
But the three of us were together and I mean together every day for 14 years. We were growing old together and I had forgotten about the Night Watches until Ms Moose died in January. She stayed for about four days until flying to heaven. I think she left quickly because she knew Max was with me and would take care of me
Then a week ago Max left this earth. It has been a week but he is still here with me every night. I am back in the Night Watches and I am in the thick of it again. He will stay until he knows I can handle it, get through the night without losing my mind. I don’t know how long that will be but I don’t expect him to leave anytime soon.
I will let you know when Max flies off to heaven.

Greg Interviews Tony Gambino of the Gambino Crime Family

I learned of Vatican corruption and connections with the organized crime when I worked in Rome. I saw it firsthand there and in the little town I lived in, Campagnano di Roma, I had dinner on a few occasions with a Mario Cuomo. He wasn’t the political guy here in the states but a top dog in the Naples Mafia, the Camorra. He was, to me, a nice guy, bought me a lot of dinners. I thought he was a wealthy landowner but later learned when I saw him splattered in blood on the front page of the Rome papers, he was in deep in the Naples mob. I will tell you the full story if you come back to the site.  Mob people don’t talk much but I found one and did an interview and radio show with Tony Gambino. This show has been spread over the internet like wildfire. Even today, almost a decade ago, someone downloaded it. I will play his version for you

 

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Max In Movies

I call him the miracle dog. When my acting career floundered, running to auditions left and right, Max got a job. He made $30,000 in about a month and let me and Ms Moose, my other dog, tag along. He played a shopkeepers dog in Alaska, sitting on the front steps while the other sled dogs had to work. The director thought he looked too elegant to pull a sled. The movie ended, we returned back to California and he did several other jobs and was with an agency called Hollywood Paws. I could have pushed his career but enough was enough and Hollywood takes its toll. That one movie bought our second boat and Max loved it on the docks. I promised simply to give him a great life. In fact, we were together most everyday and night for 10 years and, wow, he listened to all my radio shows besides. Now he is faced with an illness that he is fighting. I have him on medication. I will let you know. Tonight, he is wobbly. I’ve reached out for help on what to do. There is no good answer.

If I may, add a comment. The rise of cancer and other illnesses in both humans and our animal friends is a direct result of the Vatican led NWO polluting our skies with Chem Trails, polluting most everything we eat and drink. The question is how do the Vatican Roman Empire elites get around it. They have the money, honey!

 

 

The Symphony In Black of Jesuit Wars

The orchestration is calculated, almost like a death hymn. Now it is ready for Act III, or should we call it WWJ3.

Here is North Korean Jesuit stooge, Moe. Curly, Larry Fatty Pants all rolled into one:

Here is what he said today:

North Korea’s intercontinental ballistic missile test was a “gift” to “American bastards” on their independence day, Pyongyang’s official news agency on Wednesday cited leader Kim Jong-Un as saying.
After personally overseeing the launch, the Korean Central News Agency reported, “he said American bastards would be not very happy with this gift sent on the July 4 anniversary”.
Breaking into peals of laughter, it said, he “added that we should send them gifts once in a while to help break their boredom.

The fix is in folks…Get ready for some bombs a blazin. Trump, Jesuit controlled. Kim, Jesuit controlled. Powder keg event, maybe. Or will it come from somewhere else. Like a chess game, America is cornered. How do we get out?