Georgia Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority is under investigation after being accused of running a SEX ring and pimping out its pledges to local politicians and businessmen




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rUb0B-EhFg


The life of street prostitutes is not as glorious as Boule temple prostitution which they desire to legalize for their pride.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OT0tfC4NDYM

Street worker since 14, on crack, 3 children all in foster care.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fj_VM6bm0Ic


A nation can not rise no higher than it's women. The etymology of nation comes from Latin "Natio" meaning bloodline. A woman's body count does matter, her purity determines her stability and self esteem. Virginity is a honor for women not men.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUqlmxJvrkw


Qedesha

A qedesha (or qedsha), Hebrew spelling קדשה, is a temple or sacred prostitute, in several ancient Middle East ern religions. They are particularly associated with the goddess Astarte . The male equivalent of a "qedesha" is a "qadesh".


Demons of Prostitution
Demons of Prostitution. There are four named demonic jinn of prostitution in Jewish mysticism: Agrat bat Mahlat, Eisheth Zenunim, Lilith, and Naamah. Each one is a succubus and one of the wives of Satan. They are ranked as the demons of prostitutes and whores.


Deuteronomy 23:17-19
King James Version
17 There shall be no LovePeddler of the daughters of Israel, nor a sodomite of the sons of Israel.

18 Thou shalt not bring the hire of a LovePeddler, or the price of a dog, into the house of the Lord thy God for any vow: for even both these are abomination unto the Lord thy God.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztgbukaHq3o


This blog reveals the Gay Black Boule which is an international group of Black occultists whose membership stretches from America to the Caribbean, Brazil and on into Africa. Steve Cokely exposed them as Uncle Toms yet this blog reveals them as homosexual pedophile Black Satanists. We the descendants of Israel have had internal enemies before such as during the Maccabee Rebellion when some Jews joined the Greek Empire to suppress the Jewish religion. Our 400 years oppression in America has been a long sought goal of converting us away from our God. So the Boule and their Black Lives Matter and other cult ran Black Pro movements aren't just selling us out yet actually making war on God.

HarshBitterTrut:
Negrogate Part 1: The Boule’s Scandalous Genocidal Betrayal and Racial Treason Against the Black Nation Within a White Nation
June 30, 2020 | 5
COMMENTARY
By Dr. Randy Short







One of the best television shows from the classic era of American television was Bruce Geller’s Spy Thriller fiction “Mission Impossible” which aired from September 1966 to March 1973. Geller’s CIA inspired series always led with it’s powerful theme music that was followed by a the Impossible Mission Force (IMF) of spies receiving their subversive instructions from a magnetic recording tape that self-destructs after detailing the assignment. Just as the tape self-destructs after giving the IMF team it’s message so will those oppressors of Black people implode under the weight of a dying empire that lacks the necessary will or desire to reform and repair itself. As far as Black, people are concerned, our IMF team is a sinister cabal of traitors who have accepted the impossible mission to keep us down and maintain white supremacy and extreme social injustice for a few crumbs, a few dollars, a few interracial trysts, and temporary white acceptance garnered at the expense of our collective survival.

Black people have been brutally betrayed time immemorial since our ancestors were sold for liquor, beads, cowries, cloth, pecotile items, and guns by the degenerate African rulers who are the spiritual precursors of the Boule, Blacknecks, coons, negroidians, nigglings, sellouts, snitches, traitors, and swirlers that support our destruction who are a curse of the soul. We must defeat their mission, and there is no alternative to forcing a regime change in the Black community by turning our collective rage and resentment against the internal enemies of the Black race both high and low. Our present sad and sorry ass state of affairs is largely due to our collective refusal to clean house and deliver swift, harsh, and inter-generational punishment without forgiveness or fake religious appeals for reconciliation. The time has long since past for us to crush and vanquish our verminous filth and trash that would delight in seeing us be forever unfree just as long as they have a few toys and paramours of other races to sleep with.



This article is the beginning of a series of forthcoming essays calling for Black people to sober-up and overcome the masturbatory celebration of having Black elected officials, billionaires, celebrities, charismatic pastors, public intellectuals, professional and educated persons, and Black firsts and force these folks to choose sides, and, thereafter, punish all parties that are opposed to reparations, tangibles, freedom, and sovereignty for Black people. There are only two types of Black people those that are for collective freedom and those against it. For too long criminal coon pastors and fake misleaders have sold Black folks the lie that we need everybody to love us, we must be allied with every people, and we need unity with all people and all their causes without any conditions in order to attain the American dream. This is a total lie from the pit of hell, and the people that preach such things are very dangerous to our existence–only flies want unity with feces.

Coonbyah traitors be they Pork Chop Lesbian Feminists, Democrat-or-Die Democoons, Republicoons, and the rest of the garden variety scammers always see value in unity with every other people but Black people. These same frauds align themselves with forces and groups that have non-negotiable terms necessary to gain their support, and our traitors—especially in elected office mayors and members of Congress and members of legislatures—honor these demands.

When working with Jews, our traitors support the state of Israel and it’s policies whether it is wrong or right anti-Black or not.

Dr. Randy Scott is right yet not correct.His commentary is centered around race, he asserts the Boule are selling out to the White Nation. When the fact is the Boule are the bastard children of the Jews via the Negro Bed Wench, they are in fact the bloodline of Esau. This is not a racial conflict it is spiritual war, Edomites are proud devil worshippers and will never serve God yet they desire to rule the world in place of the Messiah. We are dealing with the pride of Edom and their ancient hatred for Jacob.

Adolf Hitler was falsely accused and deliberately misunderstood by the world powers. Hitler's claim against the dark haired Jews who were running Europe banking system, the Jesuits and ultimately Germany were not the true Jews. His scientists were revealing the genetic make up these false Jews that they were a bastardized lot created in the harems of the Moors. That they original Goths were blond and blue eyed Arian Christians that got conquered and enslaved by the invading Moors in 711 A D. So Hitler wasn't talking about Aryans from India but the Christian order of Arianism that was held by all the Germanic tribes including the Black Christian Franks.

All the dark complexion Whites are bastard children of the Moors and are not the original Albino Whites who are blond and blue eyed. The Moors are behind the Jews ruling over the Western world. What their hordes could not do the Moors accomplished through the harem enslavement of White women. They created an entire ethnicity of people to lay false claim to the birthright of Jacob.

Psalm 83
King James Version
83 Keep not thou silence, O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.

2 For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.

3 They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones.

4 They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.

5 For they have consulted together with one consent: they are confederate against thee:

6 The tabernacles of Edom, and the Ishmaelites; of Moab,

The founder of Jesuits who are modelled in exact to Moorish secret societies is a dark haired bastard son of the Moors.

The German scientists were testing these people to prove they were not true Jews. Their noses are not the celestial nose of King David seen in most classical paintings.

Hitler also revealed why he was fighting, who were the true Jews and it has been ignored.

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People got many thinking I'm losing my mind. I am wisdom. The Moors conquered Spain Portugal Sicily and Italy and made White women prostitutes. Call it a harem but they were nothing but brothels. And this where White Christians were considered slaves and to become free many became Jews and Muslims. The Askenaskis trace their lineage back to 4 White women who converted to Judaism during this period the Moors enslaved all White Christians on the Iberian Peninsula.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fd06PZG3u-o

A 1958 Visit to a Dakar Boy Brothel

MICHAEL DAVIDSON

In 1949, Dakar was still the administrative capital not only of Senegal but also of a number of vast tribal territories [French West Africa], which today are sovereign nations.1 The French still ruled, and Dakar was already the “gay” city of West Africa. When I returned nine years later, the French rulers had gone, and Dakar was gayer than ever. … For some reason, buried in history and ethnography, the Senegalese—the people who inhabit the vast plains on either side of the Senegal River, raising livestock and harvesting the easy-growing peanut—have a reputation in all those regions for homosexuality, and in Dakar, one can quickly see that they merit this reputation. …

The Dakar of 1958 was the Paris of Africa. … That one didn’t have to be shy in Dakar, and even less furtive, if one was queer, became pretty plain to me almost my first evening there. … I’d been introduced to an official of some sort in one of the Ministries: a middle-aged Senegalese of great charm and culture—and himself a lover of boys. Would I care to see a very special side of Dakar night-life, off the regular beat of most foreign visitors to the city? And so, one night after dinner—it must have been toward 10 o’clock—we set off in his car for some outlying suburbs. We soon left the “modern” town beyond and drove through miles of dimly lighted districts of the ville indigène—long acres of “native quarters”: low-walled cantonments containing, according to tribal customs, either thatched beehive huts or parallelograms of one-room dwellings built of sunbaked brick. Then we came into a world of bidonvilles—a twilit, dismal, shantytown constructed of corrugated iron and empty oil drums and any sort of do-it-yourself material that the owner-builder could lay his hands on. From the endless rows of dark and unwelcoming hutments there came a low muttering of human life—the life of the crowded families that lived in them, and, here and there, the throbbing of some deep-voiced drum, beating for a wedding or other family festival. But there was nothing festive in the aspect of these sad districts: behind the general air of squalor and dejection, I got the impression of latent hostility and watchfulness: a notion that all these sullen shells, which were the scene of human love and passion and family devotion, were on the defensive, on the lookout, in a state of mental siege. That sort of peripheral slum always attracts police interference, to say nothing of those little government busybodies obsessed with things like rates and taxes. …

Somewhere near the core, it seemed, of this labyrinth of sad—and even a little sinister—dreariness, my friend stopped his car and said: “Here we are. There are a couple of places we can look at here. I think you’ll see something to amuse you.”

He parked the car and locked it, and I got out and stood in the sultry, near-tropical night and suddenly found that I was listening to the muffled rhythms of some kind of dance music. There were drums of course, there are always drums in Africa, and I love drums, but I also heard the nasal noise of something like a saxophone. … Full of misgivings, what with the rather weird surroundings, now almost pitch dark, and the saxophone, I followed my guide along a number of narrow and unlit alleyways, branching off abruptly at right angles one way or the other, till suddenly he stopped at a wooden door at the end of a blind alley—and now, all at once, I became aware of a large arc of illumination being thrown into the night from whatever might be beyond the door.

The door was opened. My friend talked to somebody or other—whether it was a club with an entrance fee I can’t now remember—and then we were let in and walked across what was an open-air dance-floor of polished and hard-trodden earth, veneered and admirably dressed with cattle dung, and found a table handily adjacent to the door whence the drinks came and as far as possible from the saxophone. We sat down, ordered some beer, and looked around. Couples were dancing vaguely European dances—after all, Europeans had been dancing in Dakar, among their other European activities, for two or three hundred years; people were sitting in tables round the dance-floor in twos and threes—and a few in solitary expectance. The whole small circular arena was brightly lit. Our beer was brought. By now I was really looking around.

The place was full of adolescent Africans in drag.

In drag. I mean that most of them were indeed in girls’ clothes: some in European, some wearing the elaborate headdress of the West African mode. It was in fact a drag party, and apart from ourselves and perhaps two or three African onlookers of adult age, nobody there, I judged, was more than 18 years old and most were around 15.

They danced together. They camped around like a pride of prima donnas. They came to our table and drank lots of beer with us, simpering, blinking their white-powdered eyelids, widening their great carmined lips. … They have pleasant manners, these transvestite Senegalese boys. They were friendly and undemanding and bubbling with jokes of a tartish kind. They seemed, on the surface, to be as cheerful as boys of that age ought to be. But one couldn’t, through all that paint and camp hilarity, see beneath the surface—

War on Crack Targets Minorities Over Whites : Cocaine: Records show federal officials almost solely prosecute nonwhites. U.S. attorney denies race is a factor.
BY DAN WEIKEL
MAY 21, 1995 12 AM PT
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