Foreword
One, Two, Three – Blastoff!?
Jolly Good Fun
Extra, Extra, Red All About it!!!: King Charles the Turd Visits the 49th County of England, USA! USA! US-Atypical Ring Kissers! – in turn foreshadowing a “royal” bloodbath. A “royal” bloodbath – that could mean only one of a few things.
Time to belt out a bile tune from the ol’ Liveraci! Duodenum, duodenum of the gall, who has the fairest baby blood salivary sanguinary factors of them all!? Hemophilia to be discreet, gin and infant plasma treat, accompany transfusion the King must eat. Shaken then stirred, baby blood cocktails, so goes King Turd. “Make it a triple, servant lass, round three knockout, another plebeian soul to pass!” Maybe it’s all that concentration-cattle USDA Yankee growth hormone that makes that American baby blood so irresistible to a prim and proper and bland and limp-wristed and sausage-fingered Teutophile the likes of Mummy lovin’ King Charles the Turd? Or is it the aura of time and space geographical location definitive galaxy positioned whereaboutness of such sanguine sweetness? Hmm, sounds like multi-factor authenticity – milk the blood, milk the blood. Badness knows, not even during the Concorde rapid transatlantic milk-blood runs of yore would that Yankee baby blood have the same euphoric concoctive transformative universal potent potential Germanic ecstatic hemophiliac nullification properties of numerous manor higher piled demigod adrenalized meshing. Nope, straight from the vein is where it’s at – hit that Yankee home-run from the visiting platelet! Perhaps such is why Prince Charles had 19 stateside visits during his perverted tenure as “royal” aristocratic puke-stain?
And/or maybe ol’ King Howard Johnson Fingers came to pass this era’s “royal” sceptre fellator, Donald ‘McCracker’ Trump an official message on the warfront of what will come to be known as World War Three, now that the Teutonic Throne Sorcerers have divined the official and millennia old defiled child knuckle-bone astragalus way of the whirled? Those fuckin’ Teutonic Throne Sorcerers, the closer to the Throne that One gets, the stronger Their Faggot Sorcery powers seem to be. Maybe it is the Holy Grail, or perhaps only just mummified Pharaoh penis that they rub upon each others lips in ritualistic earthly destruction and populace brainwashing technique? Either way – Teutonic Throne Sorcery, be damned! Franklin Roosevelt, he was the “royal” sceptre fellator back in ol’ 1939 when King George VI came to visit in June of 1939 – about three months before World War Two officially started, after those Teutonic Throne Sorcerers laid a spell on Joseph Stalin and got those compartmentalized Commie misery producers to invade Poland with Corporate-America backed Adolph Hitler and Company on September 1st, 1939. Oh, those compartmentalized Commie misery producers – little did they know, the Nazi’s and their Numerable Reich trickery were the incubated and hatched Beast supposedly destined to wipe Soviet being out of being and recapture Fat Mother Russia for her resources and, in order to plant another inbred Teutonic “royal” on the Russian throne in order to germinate and exterminate payback for the Soviet Romanoving of the inbred Romanov’s, and after such doing, inbreed themselves further into the off-colour history books of palatial rapture squalor.
So what does King Charles Itinerary have in store besides the obvious mainlining and gin saturation of newborn baby blood consumptive measures on U.S. soiled? Well, is Yours “Royal” Ripper Truly ever glad that you unsophisticatedly pretended to ask. But first, what about ol’ Queen ‘Dog Face’ Camilla and Melania ‘Bigger Pecker Than Donald’ Trump going to do other than pretend to save humanity in their novel slime-light? Pass some feminine gas at 8 bucks a jargon seems about right to prove of anything left.
Maybe ol’ King Howard Johnson Fingers is also trying to arrange a marriage between Baron ‘Poor Son Of A Bitch’ Trump and a fair inbred aristocratic wench of Old World power games in order to fully and officially consolidate the last remnants of American braincells into the Beasts belly, duodenum down, down and a weigh.
Tea anybody? Geez, one could only imagine what a Trumpian tea time looks like? Yours Imagination Station Truly could picture it now: every single brand of Americanized and bastardized iced-tea would be laid out for Chuck and Camilla to choose from – sugar-water with synthesized “tea” flavouring and endless tablespoon lurking sugar dishes to be able to sweeten to taste. All the while Donald ’Sucraloser’ Trump is shotgunning Coke Zero’s with an endless array of Oreo cookied saucers for full USA! USA! US-Amoral! Shock and Awe effect!
Oh, right, that “royal” Trumpian salted State Dinner to be hosted, Hot-dogs, hamburgers, Big Mac’s, chicken McNuggets and some fish & chips so that Camilla and Chuck can feel at home, and a whole personal apple pie and injection of Ozempic for dessert.
Of course, a couple of Globalist Sluts would not be having a good time unless there was a traditional garden party at the British ambassadors residence! No, such a garden party is not a carbon copy of an official “royal” garden party, where half of the “royalty” bend over at the waist with their “royal” britches and “royal” man-panties around their swollen hemophilic ankles, then plant their heads in flora of choosing, so allowing the “royal” impregnation imitation ritual to play out in all jolly good fun. Ask J.D. Vance about those metal grate design garden benches – they call him Iron-Man in certain circle-jerks.
And then there was Virginia! Good ol’ Virginia! Virginia Is For Lovers, you know! Lube it up good! Crown In America: lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time! Enter the block party! Maybe it is the Holy Grail, or perhaps only just mummified Pharaoh penis that they rub upon each others lips in ritualistic earthly destruction and populace brainwashing technique? Either way – Teutonic Throne Sorcery, be damned! Hey, it’s no cruise on the Potomac! In retrospect, who would have thought that ol’ King George VI launched his “royal” cruise missile upon Franklin Roosevelt all those years ago! The mess of coming death!?
