A red sports car was parked in front of Little Iran today. Came in late last night and stayed until the afternoon. Wally and I walked by it today and I took a peek. There was something very strange inside. A cover concealed the entire back seat and passenger's seat. A thick foam type of cover so that nothing, not even strong light could peer in. Very strange.
The Greeter hasn't been seen. His car comes late, too late for me to see when he comes in and then leaves early. Always, always a car is parked up against the garage door. And, when I had seen the Greeter, he checks it, first thing when he gets out of his car, he checks the damn car blocking the garage.
Now, why does he check it? It never fuckin' moves. Yet he checks to see if the doors are lock and shit like that. Weird, and I think they are making rockets. Rockets to fly to Little Israel over the Gaza Strip and then us Queers of Gaza get the blame. That's where they all disappeared to a month or so ago. They were taking their homemade rockets to Egypt to smuggle up the back ends of camels so that the Palestinians could fuck with the orthodox Jews. Now they are readying for the real thing.
Once the missiles fly over Gaza and land on Little Israel, Mean Queen and Daddy are gonna shit. And it won't be kosher shit either. I can see it. An all out fucking Armageddon right here in Gaza with us fucking queers caught between Mad Jews and Insane Fucking Iranians.
We Are Fucked.
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