Post by mesolzhenitsy on Aug 17, 2010 20:23:35 GMT
HEATHEN CHILDREN HOSPITAL
OR
THE HUN-HUNE SLAUGHTERHOUSE
By
PROF. MES SolzhenItsy
“The Child of the Europe:
Beware of the Turkish Red Generals and Iranian Despots
That shall be after your implantable organs”
A “To be continued” type of “Reality Story”
Ankara2009-2010
PREFACE
Ach! That Persian name: HUNE, meaning home; and Turkish word-HUN for consuming disease! The complex word “HUN-HUNE” does come to the meaning of “Home for helpless disease” and seemingly has been found projectile in constructing a bizarre hospital intimately special for the Heathen-namely-Christian and Jewish Children who would serve there as involuntary organ donors after having been abducted and placed in their no-exit wards which should look obligatorily like cells of those toppled down Soviet Empire’s prisons. Inasmuch as after the KEMALIST red generals of The Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture and Iranian Despots had given start to their post-modern “terror product” collaboration in their war on all the Judeo-Christians as a whole they would inaugurate several institutions of EVIL none of them could be inhumanly amoral than that center called HUN-HUNE which happened to be active before the last quarter of the year 2009, and is about to be more peril –internationally- regarding especially east and west European Children’s safety. Since early October or late September we were being told that many Turkish Children –their ages varying from 4 to 10 years old–who may be of Greek or Armenian or even Jewish stock have been abducted and send to that HUN-HUNE center alongside with the absentees from Iraq, Syria and even Iran.
We Pro-West Turkish and Kurdish Muslims are being told too today more about the ominous, officially and personally immoral, and Satanic HUN-HUNE center. If the readers glance over it through the pure coming descriptions of mine which are to be more detailed step by step as the story progresses, they’ll see not one only chain of cells in which at evenings times the children are to be imprisoned and to be left lonely till the adolescent-if not mature-lights of a morning sun rejoice everybody: guards, little victims, director of the administrative departments, nurses, doctors, and care-takers who are in charge of burying the little dead bodies after they gave their souls because of they would be no more kidneys or heart valve to donate the rich clients who provide the siblings with pocket-money to buy cheap wafers covered with chocolate but several play halls, barbed wires and high walls surrounding gardens for fresh air, cheap canteens selling lemonade and wafer like retails, rooms to watch limited television stations and to listen full-music induced frequency modulation radios-run by Turkish KEMALIST soldiers and Iranian revolution guards-viz. their schizophrenic broadcastings! Nonetheless the reports say that there is no child has been absolutely exhausted to be put death with endless operations in order to steal their organs for the purpose of implantations: illegal, Godless, barbaric, and relentless. In addition to that we Pro-West Turkish and Kurdish know exactly that there are at least 80-100 children still alive there. Yet we know also that some of them went under operations, and lost their eyes, kidneys, livers-partly-and some legs’ veins!
The hospital expenditures of the little victims-fed and boarded very well for the sake of keeping them enough robust for their being able in giving or involuntarily donating their organs without any health problem within a long term of inching towards their graves-are afforded by Radical Muslim celebrities and Turkish KEMALIST rich people like the relatives of R. K. or A. D. or high rank Turkish red generals, red judges, and red scholars and the like!
PART I
(DAILY LIFE SLICES OF THE HUN-HUNE CHILDREN)
The readers of this “to be continued” type story-no doubt-will not enjoy reading THE DIALOGUES AND INTERACTIONAL IMPRESSIONSS” between the inhabitants of the JUDEO-CHRISTIAN CHILDREN’S DEATH ISLAND, namely, HUN HUNE HOSPITAL as an all reflection purveying photographs of that weird building which is particularly to be marked by the bitter memories of the last four months of the year 2009. The contents of aforesaid slices aren’t naturally limited in strictly pronounced hours and scene of actions and the nightmares in broad daylight of sibling heroes of my telecommunicated notes. But in the very writing of mine here, maybe I shall put my first steps in the international literature forever, and-who knows?-one day in my life of observations scrutinizing the common crimes of Iran and the Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture, my impressions will turn into a classical painting which reflects unbelievable vividness and remote-sensing the deep realities of its sibling characters. Hence purified from speculations and putting a good distance betwixt the inclination to exaggerated impression and my style. Everybody can obtain for himself more lessons to translate the more secret feelings and sensations of the little people that couldn’t find the chance to be depicted here in the tragedy of HUN-HUNE interrelations and in other inter-influences! They will be the same little victims who by the obligation of unnatural inflictions have been put to severe physical and moral tests under special and extremely conditions of the HEATHEN CHILDREN SLAUGHTER-HOUSE, and made open to free interpretation from the point of their dramatic destine. I’m well known by my own self estimation as ultimately sensitive about the protection of children and defenseless animals in my narration of HUN-HUNE there’ll be no affectation to make the reader’s concentration much more evoked about the terrible facts of the cruelty, torture, and barbaric attitudes that are obviously the result of the violation of international legality by Iran and the Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture. Now at this point in order to draw up my sermon brief let me say that the morning of 12th September 2009 came as usual. Anyway, where would you get down a good breakfast in a place like this, with the windows of the stables owned by the local tribe families where the people live with their cows and sheep opening to the HUN-HUNE Gardens’ walls and dusted all over and the gray cobwebs of dust all along them show to the passersby that the great majority of Iran and East Turkey’s children are devoid of breakfast at all!
The 7 years old male inhabitant M. of the slaughter didn’t get up yet. He lay there in his room on the second storey of the three storied hospital, his whole body including head but the eye which could see still-because the other’s cornea had been dislocated for transplantation-buried in a quilt covered with a sheaf ornamented by means of flower designs. He couldn’t see with the operated one, but the untouched eye-which regarding the medical procedure shall serve him for-relatively of course- a long time show him everything going on even in the cornered details. He heard the sound of the servants carrying the plates, flagons, pans, glasses, heap of Turkish sausages, bread, forks, spoons etc. to the breakfast tables along the passage outside bridging the kitchen’s lift to the tidy restaurant on the first floor.
Is it a lovely work? Yep? Not, if that were considered philosophically, a feeding job represented to the little human sacrifices but just to keep them healthy, and to carry the victims to the operation tables without loss of any drop out of their blood, weight briefly from their absolute health. He heard occasionally the rap-raps of the Turkish Soldiers commanded by the Red-West officers’ boots onto the floor from the first station of abduction THE GARRISON OF HEAVENLY VOYAGE as the TURCO-IRANIAN coalition of would be ANTI-IMPERIALIST BEASTS name impudently. Now it must have been that his-particularly own- playmates were preparing themselves for the breakfast after washing hands and faces, and saying “good morning” to each other! His most intimate 8 years old friend-Scarlet girl P. put on their her cardigan awkwardly long and large regarding her height without a word but he heard her beds springs creaking-while she jumps on it not only to satiate an ordinary need of play but for the sake of illegal surgery aches’ assuage she needed after the operation after which she has been bereft of her right kidney- slightly from behind the walls of adjacent room belonging to the Scarlet Girl-the name she answered. Now P. would be going off to the baby doll wearing toys storage to the children’s breakfast quarters in the daily procedure of ETIVPD: Enlivening TURCO-IRANIAN VIPS Planning Department. Had someone been told that those VIPS are in need of organ transplantation there should be no requisition for furthermore explanations about the ET-Turkish ETÖ of which one could find many good hits in ‘GOOGLE’-and IVP-Iranian venerable Personage-, and D-Department-methinks. Ah, but it is not easy to report the Heathen Children Hospital as usual to the authorities within the daily correspondence… I assure you that as to the everyday tasks regarding the fate of the European and Semitic stock citizen children of theirs in which they are in charge of defend against all sort of assaults from the Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture and Iran equal to each other in balance: they want to ignore on purpose!
The changing horizons over the evil projects of Turkish red generals and Iranian despots induce turning a hospital to a children slaughter house, the “So called Anti-Imperialist Way of Life” trade center of human organs to be torn from innocent siblings. Nowadays the building lay in open country covered with watery snow or sleet as Azerbaijan people calls , and before anything else could be done there the children would have to press their nose towards the panes of the jail style windows and watch the steps’ landscape absentmindedly. The lattices limit windows panorama power, so that they couldn’t see the world as a whole escaping from the black lines crisscrossing horizon take aside to run away. Only then would they start building an imaginative world within the boundaries of their jail-hospital. There wouldn’t be a greater imagination corner for a whole life they are to live there. Not even a king’s palace. And free actions in the open air were out of the question. There was nothing to reconcile them with. Let your imagination carry you freely to the moors, lanes, parks, circuses, and limitless play grounds that was your only salvation.
No wonder the Scarlet Girl P. looked so worried after her exercise that was her job to repeat at times. Of course without friends you could get nowhere to breakfast. The children-M.and his girl friend P.- have to share their bread, butter, cheese-adding to them eggs for two days in a week- tea, jam, honey, milk etc. There would be happiness in trying routine feeding, so why not have a meeting at the table and get a few special feelings off if you can? Instead of good board services from first class broth used in the lentil soup to the goose feather cushions, the children of the slaughter-house would feel frequently dismayed to death as though every fiber of their muscles were being dissected out of body. Then M. and P wondered which of their playmates was going under operation to donate of his organs no matter eye or kidney or a part of liver that day. It might be “Half eye one kidney” S.’s turn, they recalled. S. was a slim Syrian boy 5 years old, extremely taciturn, blue eyed, and straw haired like Russians or Baltic region German… At first sight he looked like a real child, but when you got to know him he turned out to be the oldest soul living there: he wasn’t able to put up with the operational traumas in this slaughter-house named after blood and torture as HUN HUNE which I had hauled the reader you off learning the real meaning of HEATHEN CHILDREN HOSPITAL run by The Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture, and Iranian despots. So the intimate little friends M. and P. decided they could prepare themselves to share the delicious dishes and drinks of a magnificent breakfast table lie in his bunk after a little while, at least while the old S. who was worn out by the dog’s life he has been sentenced for nothing at all was at the hall.
In the dining several colorfully designed stools, chairs, tables and even very comfortable banks began to clatter while shaken and swayed by little souls. Two of its occupants I. and A-both of them were 10 years old brunette girls- were used to get up and to haul there at the same time; they are also neighbors occupying adjacent rooms at the first floor; A.-the Kurdish girl has been mutilated after the operations on her liver and left kidney, and I. a Georgian little maiden has donated one of her eye before a week! The last victims conveyed there within some days were apparently suffering from home-sick, after leaving both their homes and friends behind, began to quarrel about which of them should sit on the childishly favorite colored chairs. They quarreled restlessly, like Iranian Despots who would be very eager to burn the World with their newly hatched Nuke-Head long range missiles.
-“Stop to make noise you little devils” A.-with a second bellicose nature in her character- started to scold them; “Sit down quietly.” She even flung a tea spoon at them. The miniature utensil thudded against a tray put vertically on a table. The quarrel stopped.
There was still some grudge induced sounds are boiling and a boy amongst them-seeming relatively a leader around 7 years old-growled quietly: “Hey chaps, none of you could cheat me again at the table, you jackals. They should have given us sufficient bright colored chairs here: why anybody ought to be going to go short?” He kept his voice down, but of course everyone in the dining hall heard him and laughed at the probability to teach the green horns which one of them would be losing a bright red chair that morning. I. and A. went on with having their breakfast as peaceful as pussy cats they should remember from past-from those good days-if only it could be possible to let-without shedding tears-such things come to mind! Meanwhile A. was murmuring her prayers and I. resumed sipping fresh fruit juices which would be served incessantly during the breakfast saying with a sort of childish glee: “Well, friends, grit your teeth. There are bright red chairs in a limited number, for sure.”At that very moment her gaiety was jerked off her because of an instant swallowing-phobia which is particular with her while laughing. She flung his good humor away from his face and sat up. Looking up at her friends, her head at a level so much high from those of theirs, was as if the top figure of The Victims.
THE NEWEST EPISODES (1)
Jewish Children Whose Father Has Been Killed by the Second Soviet
And Who Are Put by the Red Official Organ Mafia at the Target…
By whom? By civilians wearing military boots used in the Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture’s Red Troops! What’s the occupation of their deceased dad? Dentist! He had a silk heart, and as a dentist was giving medical service to his patients in Istanbul… then!
He was not completely philanthropist, however, all the time he was at work; yet he was always in a self-sacrifice state, sometimes excessively tender, sometimes half devoted to his patients even when they couldn’t afford the payment of clinical service at times. Nonetheless he didn’t remember a great deal afterwards about the poor Muslim clients who would be behind their payment in installments.
Before he had been murdered it seemed as though there were a number of Iranian Agents around the facilities of Turkish General Staff Psychological War Departments ; they were in contact with the semi-officially hired murderers of the28th February Red Movement somewhere hidden behind the garrisons or the like, there was a great deal of discussing and even disputing about the plans to murder the innocent Jewish Dentist.
Iranians then would be feel themselves alone in such operations of slaughtering Judeo-Christians in Turkey as if the Turkish military agents of 28th February Red Movement could all go away afraid of being seen together with the murderers of Mullah Regime. And only now and then opened a new argument to look at main principles of well hidden cooperation between the KEMALIST Turkish Generals and Iranian butchers who have been giving political slaughter instructions to Turkish Hezbollah-The central body of Al Qaeda-under the control of fake secular secret state-The Second Soviet! They threatened each other, plotted something together, laughed, and mocked at The USA and its allies who has been deceived by the secular mask of Turkish Red Generals and Red Judges-the Jackals of KOÇ HOLDING namely the sworn enemy of American Democracy.
They remembered those days in the happy year of 1997 when Major Red General ÇEVÝK BÝR constructed murder-Annihilating Jews and Christians- planning process fed by both Iranian Mullahs and Red Generals through a fake fight to beguile the Americans as if there were an enmity between twin Red-so called friend of Jews and Yankees as defined by the Newspaper of Al Qaeda: VAKÝT GAZETTE**- Turkish and Green Iranian brothers ; they distinguished the slain Jewish Dentist’s Children, too, with whom they would be very happy in Child Organ Market be to know very well from the point of their private lives from their chose in consuming patisserie to their favorite plays***!
** A SAMPLE RECENTLY PUBLISHED BY THE VAKÝT GAZETTE:
19 th Apri 2010 Genel Baþkanlýðý’na Hüsamettin Cindoruk’un geçmesinden sonra Demokrat Parti’de (DP) büyük deðiþiklikler yaþanýyor. DP, artýk dýþ politikada halkýn tercihlerinin deðil, 28 Þubat sürecinin politikalarýnýn sürdürülmesini istiyor. DP tarafýndan yayýnlanan Mart 2010 tarihli “Stratejik Derinliðe Düþen Türk Dýþ Politikasý” adlý kitapçýkta, terör devleti Ýsrail’e yönelik politikalarýn yumuþatýlmasý, Ýran’a yönelik politikalarýn ise sertleþtirilmesi istendi.
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(TO BE CONTINUED)
OR
THE HUN-HUNE SLAUGHTERHOUSE
By
PROF. MES SolzhenItsy
“The Child of the Europe:
Beware of the Turkish Red Generals and Iranian Despots
That shall be after your implantable organs”
A “To be continued” type of “Reality Story”
Ankara2009-2010
PREFACE
Ach! That Persian name: HUNE, meaning home; and Turkish word-HUN for consuming disease! The complex word “HUN-HUNE” does come to the meaning of “Home for helpless disease” and seemingly has been found projectile in constructing a bizarre hospital intimately special for the Heathen-namely-Christian and Jewish Children who would serve there as involuntary organ donors after having been abducted and placed in their no-exit wards which should look obligatorily like cells of those toppled down Soviet Empire’s prisons. Inasmuch as after the KEMALIST red generals of The Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture and Iranian Despots had given start to their post-modern “terror product” collaboration in their war on all the Judeo-Christians as a whole they would inaugurate several institutions of EVIL none of them could be inhumanly amoral than that center called HUN-HUNE which happened to be active before the last quarter of the year 2009, and is about to be more peril –internationally- regarding especially east and west European Children’s safety. Since early October or late September we were being told that many Turkish Children –their ages varying from 4 to 10 years old–who may be of Greek or Armenian or even Jewish stock have been abducted and send to that HUN-HUNE center alongside with the absentees from Iraq, Syria and even Iran.
We Pro-West Turkish and Kurdish Muslims are being told too today more about the ominous, officially and personally immoral, and Satanic HUN-HUNE center. If the readers glance over it through the pure coming descriptions of mine which are to be more detailed step by step as the story progresses, they’ll see not one only chain of cells in which at evenings times the children are to be imprisoned and to be left lonely till the adolescent-if not mature-lights of a morning sun rejoice everybody: guards, little victims, director of the administrative departments, nurses, doctors, and care-takers who are in charge of burying the little dead bodies after they gave their souls because of they would be no more kidneys or heart valve to donate the rich clients who provide the siblings with pocket-money to buy cheap wafers covered with chocolate but several play halls, barbed wires and high walls surrounding gardens for fresh air, cheap canteens selling lemonade and wafer like retails, rooms to watch limited television stations and to listen full-music induced frequency modulation radios-run by Turkish KEMALIST soldiers and Iranian revolution guards-viz. their schizophrenic broadcastings! Nonetheless the reports say that there is no child has been absolutely exhausted to be put death with endless operations in order to steal their organs for the purpose of implantations: illegal, Godless, barbaric, and relentless. In addition to that we Pro-West Turkish and Kurdish know exactly that there are at least 80-100 children still alive there. Yet we know also that some of them went under operations, and lost their eyes, kidneys, livers-partly-and some legs’ veins!
The hospital expenditures of the little victims-fed and boarded very well for the sake of keeping them enough robust for their being able in giving or involuntarily donating their organs without any health problem within a long term of inching towards their graves-are afforded by Radical Muslim celebrities and Turkish KEMALIST rich people like the relatives of R. K. or A. D. or high rank Turkish red generals, red judges, and red scholars and the like!
PART I
(DAILY LIFE SLICES OF THE HUN-HUNE CHILDREN)
The readers of this “to be continued” type story-no doubt-will not enjoy reading THE DIALOGUES AND INTERACTIONAL IMPRESSIONSS” between the inhabitants of the JUDEO-CHRISTIAN CHILDREN’S DEATH ISLAND, namely, HUN HUNE HOSPITAL as an all reflection purveying photographs of that weird building which is particularly to be marked by the bitter memories of the last four months of the year 2009. The contents of aforesaid slices aren’t naturally limited in strictly pronounced hours and scene of actions and the nightmares in broad daylight of sibling heroes of my telecommunicated notes. But in the very writing of mine here, maybe I shall put my first steps in the international literature forever, and-who knows?-one day in my life of observations scrutinizing the common crimes of Iran and the Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture, my impressions will turn into a classical painting which reflects unbelievable vividness and remote-sensing the deep realities of its sibling characters. Hence purified from speculations and putting a good distance betwixt the inclination to exaggerated impression and my style. Everybody can obtain for himself more lessons to translate the more secret feelings and sensations of the little people that couldn’t find the chance to be depicted here in the tragedy of HUN-HUNE interrelations and in other inter-influences! They will be the same little victims who by the obligation of unnatural inflictions have been put to severe physical and moral tests under special and extremely conditions of the HEATHEN CHILDREN SLAUGHTER-HOUSE, and made open to free interpretation from the point of their dramatic destine. I’m well known by my own self estimation as ultimately sensitive about the protection of children and defenseless animals in my narration of HUN-HUNE there’ll be no affectation to make the reader’s concentration much more evoked about the terrible facts of the cruelty, torture, and barbaric attitudes that are obviously the result of the violation of international legality by Iran and the Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture. Now at this point in order to draw up my sermon brief let me say that the morning of 12th September 2009 came as usual. Anyway, where would you get down a good breakfast in a place like this, with the windows of the stables owned by the local tribe families where the people live with their cows and sheep opening to the HUN-HUNE Gardens’ walls and dusted all over and the gray cobwebs of dust all along them show to the passersby that the great majority of Iran and East Turkey’s children are devoid of breakfast at all!
The 7 years old male inhabitant M. of the slaughter didn’t get up yet. He lay there in his room on the second storey of the three storied hospital, his whole body including head but the eye which could see still-because the other’s cornea had been dislocated for transplantation-buried in a quilt covered with a sheaf ornamented by means of flower designs. He couldn’t see with the operated one, but the untouched eye-which regarding the medical procedure shall serve him for-relatively of course- a long time show him everything going on even in the cornered details. He heard the sound of the servants carrying the plates, flagons, pans, glasses, heap of Turkish sausages, bread, forks, spoons etc. to the breakfast tables along the passage outside bridging the kitchen’s lift to the tidy restaurant on the first floor.
Is it a lovely work? Yep? Not, if that were considered philosophically, a feeding job represented to the little human sacrifices but just to keep them healthy, and to carry the victims to the operation tables without loss of any drop out of their blood, weight briefly from their absolute health. He heard occasionally the rap-raps of the Turkish Soldiers commanded by the Red-West officers’ boots onto the floor from the first station of abduction THE GARRISON OF HEAVENLY VOYAGE as the TURCO-IRANIAN coalition of would be ANTI-IMPERIALIST BEASTS name impudently. Now it must have been that his-particularly own- playmates were preparing themselves for the breakfast after washing hands and faces, and saying “good morning” to each other! His most intimate 8 years old friend-Scarlet girl P. put on their her cardigan awkwardly long and large regarding her height without a word but he heard her beds springs creaking-while she jumps on it not only to satiate an ordinary need of play but for the sake of illegal surgery aches’ assuage she needed after the operation after which she has been bereft of her right kidney- slightly from behind the walls of adjacent room belonging to the Scarlet Girl-the name she answered. Now P. would be going off to the baby doll wearing toys storage to the children’s breakfast quarters in the daily procedure of ETIVPD: Enlivening TURCO-IRANIAN VIPS Planning Department. Had someone been told that those VIPS are in need of organ transplantation there should be no requisition for furthermore explanations about the ET-Turkish ETÖ of which one could find many good hits in ‘GOOGLE’-and IVP-Iranian venerable Personage-, and D-Department-methinks. Ah, but it is not easy to report the Heathen Children Hospital as usual to the authorities within the daily correspondence… I assure you that as to the everyday tasks regarding the fate of the European and Semitic stock citizen children of theirs in which they are in charge of defend against all sort of assaults from the Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture and Iran equal to each other in balance: they want to ignore on purpose!
The changing horizons over the evil projects of Turkish red generals and Iranian despots induce turning a hospital to a children slaughter house, the “So called Anti-Imperialist Way of Life” trade center of human organs to be torn from innocent siblings. Nowadays the building lay in open country covered with watery snow or sleet as Azerbaijan people calls , and before anything else could be done there the children would have to press their nose towards the panes of the jail style windows and watch the steps’ landscape absentmindedly. The lattices limit windows panorama power, so that they couldn’t see the world as a whole escaping from the black lines crisscrossing horizon take aside to run away. Only then would they start building an imaginative world within the boundaries of their jail-hospital. There wouldn’t be a greater imagination corner for a whole life they are to live there. Not even a king’s palace. And free actions in the open air were out of the question. There was nothing to reconcile them with. Let your imagination carry you freely to the moors, lanes, parks, circuses, and limitless play grounds that was your only salvation.
No wonder the Scarlet Girl P. looked so worried after her exercise that was her job to repeat at times. Of course without friends you could get nowhere to breakfast. The children-M.and his girl friend P.- have to share their bread, butter, cheese-adding to them eggs for two days in a week- tea, jam, honey, milk etc. There would be happiness in trying routine feeding, so why not have a meeting at the table and get a few special feelings off if you can? Instead of good board services from first class broth used in the lentil soup to the goose feather cushions, the children of the slaughter-house would feel frequently dismayed to death as though every fiber of their muscles were being dissected out of body. Then M. and P wondered which of their playmates was going under operation to donate of his organs no matter eye or kidney or a part of liver that day. It might be “Half eye one kidney” S.’s turn, they recalled. S. was a slim Syrian boy 5 years old, extremely taciturn, blue eyed, and straw haired like Russians or Baltic region German… At first sight he looked like a real child, but when you got to know him he turned out to be the oldest soul living there: he wasn’t able to put up with the operational traumas in this slaughter-house named after blood and torture as HUN HUNE which I had hauled the reader you off learning the real meaning of HEATHEN CHILDREN HOSPITAL run by The Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture, and Iranian despots. So the intimate little friends M. and P. decided they could prepare themselves to share the delicious dishes and drinks of a magnificent breakfast table lie in his bunk after a little while, at least while the old S. who was worn out by the dog’s life he has been sentenced for nothing at all was at the hall.
In the dining several colorfully designed stools, chairs, tables and even very comfortable banks began to clatter while shaken and swayed by little souls. Two of its occupants I. and A-both of them were 10 years old brunette girls- were used to get up and to haul there at the same time; they are also neighbors occupying adjacent rooms at the first floor; A.-the Kurdish girl has been mutilated after the operations on her liver and left kidney, and I. a Georgian little maiden has donated one of her eye before a week! The last victims conveyed there within some days were apparently suffering from home-sick, after leaving both their homes and friends behind, began to quarrel about which of them should sit on the childishly favorite colored chairs. They quarreled restlessly, like Iranian Despots who would be very eager to burn the World with their newly hatched Nuke-Head long range missiles.
-“Stop to make noise you little devils” A.-with a second bellicose nature in her character- started to scold them; “Sit down quietly.” She even flung a tea spoon at them. The miniature utensil thudded against a tray put vertically on a table. The quarrel stopped.
There was still some grudge induced sounds are boiling and a boy amongst them-seeming relatively a leader around 7 years old-growled quietly: “Hey chaps, none of you could cheat me again at the table, you jackals. They should have given us sufficient bright colored chairs here: why anybody ought to be going to go short?” He kept his voice down, but of course everyone in the dining hall heard him and laughed at the probability to teach the green horns which one of them would be losing a bright red chair that morning. I. and A. went on with having their breakfast as peaceful as pussy cats they should remember from past-from those good days-if only it could be possible to let-without shedding tears-such things come to mind! Meanwhile A. was murmuring her prayers and I. resumed sipping fresh fruit juices which would be served incessantly during the breakfast saying with a sort of childish glee: “Well, friends, grit your teeth. There are bright red chairs in a limited number, for sure.”At that very moment her gaiety was jerked off her because of an instant swallowing-phobia which is particular with her while laughing. She flung his good humor away from his face and sat up. Looking up at her friends, her head at a level so much high from those of theirs, was as if the top figure of The Victims.
THE NEWEST EPISODES (1)
Jewish Children Whose Father Has Been Killed by the Second Soviet
And Who Are Put by the Red Official Organ Mafia at the Target…
By whom? By civilians wearing military boots used in the Second Soviet-Turkey Vulture’s Red Troops! What’s the occupation of their deceased dad? Dentist! He had a silk heart, and as a dentist was giving medical service to his patients in Istanbul… then!
He was not completely philanthropist, however, all the time he was at work; yet he was always in a self-sacrifice state, sometimes excessively tender, sometimes half devoted to his patients even when they couldn’t afford the payment of clinical service at times. Nonetheless he didn’t remember a great deal afterwards about the poor Muslim clients who would be behind their payment in installments.
Before he had been murdered it seemed as though there were a number of Iranian Agents around the facilities of Turkish General Staff Psychological War Departments ; they were in contact with the semi-officially hired murderers of the28th February Red Movement somewhere hidden behind the garrisons or the like, there was a great deal of discussing and even disputing about the plans to murder the innocent Jewish Dentist.
Iranians then would be feel themselves alone in such operations of slaughtering Judeo-Christians in Turkey as if the Turkish military agents of 28th February Red Movement could all go away afraid of being seen together with the murderers of Mullah Regime. And only now and then opened a new argument to look at main principles of well hidden cooperation between the KEMALIST Turkish Generals and Iranian butchers who have been giving political slaughter instructions to Turkish Hezbollah-The central body of Al Qaeda-under the control of fake secular secret state-The Second Soviet! They threatened each other, plotted something together, laughed, and mocked at The USA and its allies who has been deceived by the secular mask of Turkish Red Generals and Red Judges-the Jackals of KOÇ HOLDING namely the sworn enemy of American Democracy.
They remembered those days in the happy year of 1997 when Major Red General ÇEVÝK BÝR constructed murder-Annihilating Jews and Christians- planning process fed by both Iranian Mullahs and Red Generals through a fake fight to beguile the Americans as if there were an enmity between twin Red-so called friend of Jews and Yankees as defined by the Newspaper of Al Qaeda: VAKÝT GAZETTE**- Turkish and Green Iranian brothers ; they distinguished the slain Jewish Dentist’s Children, too, with whom they would be very happy in Child Organ Market be to know very well from the point of their private lives from their chose in consuming patisserie to their favorite plays***!
** A SAMPLE RECENTLY PUBLISHED BY THE VAKÝT GAZETTE:
19 th Apri 2010 Genel Baþkanlýðý’na Hüsamettin Cindoruk’un geçmesinden sonra Demokrat Parti’de (DP) büyük deðiþiklikler yaþanýyor. DP, artýk dýþ politikada halkýn tercihlerinin deðil, 28 Þubat sürecinin politikalarýnýn sürdürülmesini istiyor. DP tarafýndan yayýnlanan Mart 2010 tarihli “Stratejik Derinliðe Düþen Türk Dýþ Politikasý” adlý kitapçýkta, terör devleti Ýsrail’e yönelik politikalarýn yumuþatýlmasý, Ýran’a yönelik politikalarýn ise sertleþtirilmesi istendi.
*** SEE THE DOCUMENTS FROM ERGENEKON TRIAL:
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