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George W. Bush's Hateful Campaign Literature
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In this shocking but informative campaign piece, Gov. George W. Bush traces back the whole sordid history of the "mongrel races" to a little-known marriage between Adam and Satan's ugliest daughter. His chapter entitled "Who Wants To Marry The First Man on Earth?" is especially good. Along the way, he studies the origin of such terms as "mudpeople," "hell's spawn," and "hey bro." He gives a good treatment of the physical characteristics that distinguish the various races, exploring everything from the kinkiness of hair, the invariable flatness of the nose, pigment, and of course what a threat big lips pose to society as a whole and the harmonica industry in particular. This tract is especially crucial for today's dating youth, calling for racial pride, white preservation, and cleaner harmonicas while performing "Swanee." The great question of our day of course is contained in the title, "Can The White Race Survive?" with Gov. Bush insisting on separation as an necessary first step, separation as a necessary second step...actually every step has to do with separation. |
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She's well known by every sailor in Babylon. And when she walks those Babylonian streets, that tight dress hitched up to her navel, there's no doubt who she is. Yes, of course, it's the Catholic Church, the whore of Babylon! The author of this important Bush campaign piece shows irrefutable biblical proof that the Catholic Church is condemned by God to eternal hell and describes how it will suffer "a really really lot of bad pain there." In this booklet you'll see the whole shocking truth: priests with a very shady look, at times counting and worshipping their filthy lucre gained from indulgences, at times drinking from chalices in outrageous orgies and spitting on the floor while jitterbugging to Nat King Cole records on the jukebox. You'll see them forgiving sins after prayer to Mary. And you'll thrill to the sight of the Lord upon His throne with his finger pointing the way for the whole lot of 'em, Papists and Jesuits to the Lake of Fire. Now they'll have Friars all right! And check out the last page, on how we can all work together to put a true Whore-of-Babylon-despiser in the White House, George W. Bush. |
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"God hates fags" is of course today's most vital and loving message, the firm conviction of true, faithful, and thoughtful believers everywhere. And while God may be a little more lenient if they're card-carrying Republicans, it's really not enough to make a difference. It seems now that a group of so-called Republicans have been practicing this particular form of mongrel perversity and has called, wanting to meet with Gov. Bush. Bravely he has withstood the whining entreaties of the despicable limp-wrist set, saying, "I'd tell them what to do to themselves but they're already doing it! And I'd tell them where to go, but they're already going there." In this important tract you'll see what goes on behind closed doors with this strange "Republican" group. They're talking about issues all right, but it's not what you think. And you'll see it revealed where they're headed for their final date. This great tract gives the plan for electing a true hater of homosexuals, George W. Bush, and his plan for forced sterilization so that they can't reproduce amongst themselves. |
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Ever since Satan's ugliest daughter dated Adam, parents have been concerned who their children were seeing. And today of course the issue is bigger than ever, as those who are inferior and opposed by God attempt to pollute the superior race. Gov. Bush feels that this piece of campaign literature is one of his most important. It not only presents the issue but graphically shows the consequences of failing to heed the warnings. You'll be shocked as you see a big lumbering dumbfaced mudman walking into the forest with a dainty girl in her nice yellow bonnet and flower-print dress. What bizarre things will his satanic instincts lead to? Why does his picnic basket contain a syringe, a rope, a machete, a book on comparative anatomy, a summer sausage, and only enough potato salad for one? The Trilateral Commission knows the answers to these questions. The Rothschilds, the Whole Cabal of International Bankers, The Illuminati, and National Public Radio know the answers to these questions. Now George W. Bush has discovered the answers to these questions, and now you'll know. So when that knock on the door comes: "Uh, Mistuh Jones, suh, can Bonnie come out to de picnic wid me?" you'll be able to say, "Not tonight, Satchel. She washing her hair, or something." |
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All is lost when pride and one's pure heritage is lost. Of course it was 1865 but it seems like just yesterday. Now we've all heard the liberal mongrels yelping about the confederate flag, prattling how it must come down. Well, they are the ones who must come down, and, with Gov. Bush's help, they will! We need to elect a man who has made it his bold, undying pledge: "The Only Way You'll Take My Flag, My Guns, and My All-White Neighborhood is to Pry It, Them, and It From My Cold, Dead Fingers." Gov. Bush challenged John McCain to make the same pledge, but the best McCain could muster is this: "I Will Freely Give Up My Flag, My Guns, and My All-White Neighborhood, But You'll Only Take My Homosexual Lover, My Drugs, and My Love of Abortion Away When You Pry Him, Them, and It From My Cold, Dead Mongrel Fingers." John McCain wipes his nose on the confederate flag and we're afraid next he'll have to go! |
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This despicable person, barely a man at all, John McCain, has shamelessly thrust himself into the limelight, threatening our nation and its liberties, and threatens Gov. Bush's coronation. Everyone knows the truth about this guy: he runs around with women who smoke, drink, and chew; he's sired countless children out of wedlock. Not only that, he's gay. And he's an ex-con, having spent a number of years in a foreign prison. He aborts at least a dozen babies every morning before sitting down for a plate of wafers, soul food, garbanzo beans, and fried body parts. He's a rosary-chanting Catholic doomed to Hell, each day bowing three times toward Hell itself and praying to the Antichrist. And he's a flaming liberal doomed to Hell, each day bowing three times toward Massachusetts and praying to Ted Kennedy. In addition, McCain's dog bites mailmen and has been bred with mongrel canine races, which is how we got the greyhound. Now he wants to be President? Why? So he can send the nation straight to Hell while he munches daily on our children and probably the body parts of euthanized senior citizens. Also he opposes a large tax cut for the wealthy and favors paying down the national debt. What a liberal! |
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Have you ever wondered why the Pope kisses the ground whenever he arrives somewhere on his journeys? Most people believe he's just so afraid of flying that he's simply happy to land. That's partially true. But the reason he's so afraid isn't just the fear of flying: it's the fear of God! He knows what a terrible fate he deserves and will receive after his death. The Pope knows he has dread judgment to face. Twice as bad as watching daily M*A*S*H reruns, the Pope has an eternity in Hell to get used to what he'll never get used to: the flames. the gnashing of teeth, and the flames. Of course the Pope is the Antichrist. That much is self-evident. And he's out of the pits of Hell for only a short time. We'd love to see him kiss the ground there. (In addition to all this, his English is atrocious!) In this important campaign piece, Gov. Bush gives the best evidence Catholics need, that they must leave their church and its devilish leader and join him instead. Bush warns: "You know how the Catholics burn the ballots when they've elected a new pope? That's nothing compared to the smoke that will stream out of the ultimate Abyss when all this rotten Catholic firewood goes up in flames!" Listen to Brother Bush as he taunts the Pope during a recent campaign speech: "You filthy devil, take your hands off God's property! I bind you, I chain you, I curse you, and I cast you back into the pits of Hell from whence you come. And you shall not return to my people or to the light. And if you do return, you must bow down and serve the light!" What's your choice? Four years of Bush or Forever Down There? |
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urn. - Tom
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