The ultimate goal of Judaism is rule of the world by Satan, and to literally unleash hell upon the earth. 

Are you aware that Martin Luther wrote a treatise called "On the Jews and Their Lies", warning Christians in the most serious terms of the destructive influence of the jews, and advocating their banishment from European society? Luther was very knowledgeable of the religion, nature, origins, and influence of the Jews - having actually read the Talmud and written large parts of the Bible. Luther describes the Jews as an accursed, malicious, greedy, cunning, treacherous, thieving, and greatly evil people, who are descended from the very people who murdered the Messiah, who deeply hate Christianity and God's people, and are working in every possible way to undermine and destroy Western Christian civilization. Among other things, Luther rubbishes the Talmud, including its vicious hatred of Jesus and Christians, as well as relishing the many times Jews have been expelled from European nations.
ellauri083.html on line 410: Suomalaisen rupusakin jälkeläiset Michiganissa on siellä nyt amerikkalaista rupusakkia. Joku trumppilainen laiskapaska fasisti siellä kehuskelee suomalaisilla juurilla mutta ei sano tuntemattomille olevansa amerikansuomalainen vaan väittää olevansa 100% amerikkalainen. Onnexi, ettei tarvi niitä hävetä. Lähettäisin sille mieluusti seuraavan someviestin: oikein kiva että läxitte, älkää tulko takasin. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
ellauri108.html on line 309: Schindler rubbished the Goulds behind their back:
ellauri144.html on line 580: Patriotism. Combustible rubbish ready to the torch of any one ambitious to illuminate his name.
ellauri161.html on line 743: A rotten review for a rotten, virtue signalling Hollywood rubbish!
ellauri216.html on line 790: Uuden Valamon vetäjänä Haritonia vaivaa mala fides. Se jättää vasitenkin vanhan tyylin surffaajat flunssaisina kitumaan Kantokoskelle, good riddance for bad rubbish, riitapukarit. Ja sitten on pahastuvinaan when they call his bluff. Vitun pelle.
ellauri217.html on line 69: Central to the plot are the futuwwat (strongmen) who control the alley and exact protection money from the people. The successive heroes overthrow the strongmen of their time, but in the next generation new strongmen spring up and things are as bad as ever. Arafat tries to use his knowledge of explosives to destroy the strongmen, but his attempts to discover Gabalawi's secrets leads to the death of the old man (though he does not directly kill him). The Chief Strongman guesses the truth and blackmails Arafat into helping him to become the dictator of the whole Alley. The book ends, after the murder of Arafat, with his friend searching in a rubbish tip for the book in which Arafat wrote his secrets. The people say "Oppression must cease as night yields to day. We shall see the end of tyranny and the dawn of miracles." Haha, night follows day as surely as the other way round, and night wins out in the end. Valot sammuu, haju jää.
ellauri219.html on line 211: Bruce paved the way for kitchen counter culture-era comedians. His trial for obscenity was a landmark of freedom of speech in the United States. Vittu mikä vapaan puheen edustaja, helvetti. In 2017, Rolling Stone magazine ranked him third (behind Richard Pryor and George Carlin) on its list of the 50 best stand-up comics of all time. "Olen offensiivinen", kalansilmä narsisti. Virnuilee koko ajan omille vizeilleen. Good riddance of bad rubbish.
ellauri220.html on line 275: Klara SaxKlara Sax is a pop artist who recycles rubbish into fine art. As a married housewife, she has an affair with Nick Shay, 20 years her junior.
ellauri222.html on line 263: Saul rubbishes Roth's I married a communist on several counts, not least political:
ellauri244.html on line 331: Siziellä oli joku niistä Oulun paskanheittäjistä. Lähti sveduihin. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
ellauri247.html on line 108: Big fires were lit on the edge of the scrub, throwing light on the dancers as they came dancing out from their camps, painted in all manner of designs, waywahs round their waists, tufts of feathers in their hair, and carrying in their hands painted wands. Heading the procession as the men filed out from the scrub into a cleared space in front of the women, came Narahdarn. The light of the fires lit up the tree tops, the dark balahs showed out in fantastic shapes, and weird indeed was the scene as slowly the men danced round; louder clicked the boomerangs and louder grew the chanting of the women; higher were the fires piled, until the flames shot their coloured tongues round the ​trunks of the trees and high into the air. One fire was bigger than all, and towards it the dancers edged Narahdarn; then the voice of the mother of the Bilbers shrieked in the chanting, high above that of the other women. As Narahdarn turned from the fire to dance back he found a wall of men confronting him. These quickly seized him and hurled him into the madly-leaping fire before him, where he perished in the flames. And so were the Bilbers avenged. Good work, bare-butt boys, and good riddance for the bad rubbish.
ellauri300.html on line 824: Bears may play a significant role here, but the real animal in this overarching story is a serpent. His slithering and slandering tongue was inside the mouths of these mockers. The god whom they served, Baal, was just a mask for Satan. Good riddance, in a word, for bad rubbish.
ellauri300.html on line 866: Betel tarvitsi Elishalta kovat sanat näyttääkseen heille heidän syntinsä ja tuodakseen heidät takaisin Herran luo. Tämä oli heidän ainoa toivonsa, ja Saatana oli aktiivinen pysäyttääkseen sen. Elisa kykeni epäilemättä palvelemaan tiettyjen siellä olevien (jäännöksen) tarpeita, mutta kaupunki kokonaisuudessaan ei koskaan todella kääntynyt Herran ja Hänen Sanansa puoleen. Saatana oli juurtunut siellä hyvin, nehän olivat maajusseja ja palvoivat naisjumalaa. Tämä on toinen tosiasia, joka meidän on joskus kohdattava. Ja kun näin on, meidän on ehkä yksinkertaisesti edettävä kuten Elisa teki ja kuten Paavali ja muut tekivät. Eli good riddance for bad rubbish.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 375: Wyedeanin yläasteelle siirtyessään Rowling pääsi eroon inhoamistaan opettajista ja opettajat siitä. Good riddance from bad rubbish. Hän muuttui myös aikaisempaa sosiaalisemmaksi, ja hänet valittiin viimeisenä vuonna koulun johtajatytöksi. Se pääsi käskyttämään pikkutyttöjä, osat vaihtuivat! Tästä saat Voldemort, ja tästä matohäntä!
xxx/ellauri113.html on line 119: V. Jos ei voi, tuumaa Tapani, eli pitää jurnuttaa tätä yhtä reittiä, se on vapaa tahto hyvästi. Good riddance to bad rubbish, sanon minä.
xxx/ellauri120.html on line 359: "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo." I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10 And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20 You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30 Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind, Wo weilest du? "You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; "They called me the hyacinth girl." - Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40 Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Öd’ und leer das Meer.
xxx/ellauri273.html on line 324: Václav Havel kuoli onnexi kivuliaasti 18. joulukuuta 2011 kesämökillään Vlčicessä Pohjois-Tšekissä. Good riddance for bad rubbish.
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