From: darylkabatoff@yahoo.ca   
      
   Mary, Monkey, Sun, Tree and Penis Whoreshippers - Part G - Daryl Kabatoff   
   January 6th 2023 12:12 am 170,136 words (193 pages)   
      
   “The very concept of a nation founded by European settlers is offensive to   
   me. Old stock White Canadians are an unpleasant relic, and quite frankly,   
   replaceable. And we will replace them." - Canadian Prime Minister Justin   
   Trudeau, when asked to comment    
   on his Open Borders Immigration Strategy, speaking without preparation,   
   without the aid of a writer   
      
   “Christians are the worst part of Canadian society.” - Canadian Prime   
   Minister Justin Trudeau speaking without preparation, without the aid of a   
   writer   
      
   “If you’re not willing to embrace Islam, you’re not a part of our   
   society.” - Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau speaking without   
   preparation, without the aid of a writer   
      
   “Without writers, nothing speak so good in word stuff.” - Eddie Izzard   
      
      
      All the victims got three-week long government legislated torture sessions,   
   followed by an unsuccessful appeal, so the psychiatrist could bill the   
   province for six weeks of hard work instead of just three. Pretty much each   
   and every victim of the    
   psychiatric horror wants to flee the country, which costs money, and the   
   government passes out more money to psychiatrists, to the Islamic invaders, to   
   the farmers and middle-class and upper-class homeowners, while promising to   
   get clean water for the    
   Big-Nosed Cree.   
      
      People have such great compassion for their pagan fertility rites, they   
   stick Egyptian penises on the roofs of their churches and on the very top of   
   their blinkin’ evergreen tree idols, in front of Saskatoon City Hall, at the   
   entrance of the    
   University of Saskatchewan and at our cemeteries, and even use the pagan   
   penises as war memorials for the soldiers that gave their lives for us (to   
   keep us free), and they party and laugh. I said that it is no surprise that   
   your priests and ministers are    
   ramming their penises up your children’s arseholes for they already   
   advertise themselves with dinks on the roofs of their churches. They responded   
   by repeatedly arresting me and driving me past the Egyptian obelisks (penises)   
   at the front gates of the    
   University of Saskatchewan and delivering me to a Hindu psychiatrist who said   
   that I think too much about penises, but again, it is not me that thinks so   
   highly of penises that I would place one on the roof of a church, and besides   
   Hindus attain their    
   spiritual bliss via orgasm. The Indians at One Arrow First Nation responded to   
   it all by placing a statue of Chief One Arrow on top of an Egyptian dink and   
   by having their daughters sterilized with carcinogenic nasal swabs, deadly   
   hand sanitizers, masks    
   contaminated with any variety of pathogens and poisons, and so-called   
   vaccines. Other Indians responded by helping Graham Construction build new   
   psychiatric torture facilities in North Battleford. Happy families having   
   their “Christmas” (use of God’   
   s Name in vain, NOT His Mass) celebrations, united in pagan fertility   
   whoreship. It did not matter to the Indians whether they held traditional   
   aboriginal beliefs, or if they were Catholics, Protestants or atheists, they   
   all took part in the annual    
   celebration where they get their trees to blink. Those upper caste Indians   
   that obtained free grants of reserve farm land at Muskoday First Nation and   
   other reserves have among the nicest of the blinkin’ trees. They place their   
   traditions, themselves    
   and their family members above God. Even the atheists adopted the Catholic   
   fertility rites and so became Catholics. The Catholics not only like the   
   evergreen tree as a symbol of fertility, they build penises into their church   
   architecture, they place    
   Egyptian penises on the roofs of their churches, they have priests and   
   ministers that ram their penises up your children’s arseholes, and they have   
   Hindu psychiatrists that proclaimed that it is I who thinks too much about   
   penises, yet Hindus gain    
   their spiritual bliss though orgasm. Anyway, in defense of the Doukhobors,   
   they do not put Egyptian penises on the roofs of their Doukhobor prayer homes,   
   they only stick Egyptian penises on the very top of their blinkin’ trees,   
   then sometimes place a    
   pentagram on top of that Egyptian dink, and it was largely the Seventh-day   
   Adventists who taught them to adopt and embrace this pagan shit, at least that   
   is the experience with my Doukhobor and Adventist family and relatives.   
      
      Every three weeks I tried to defend my sanity by saying that the Bible   
   repeatedly condemns turning trees into decorated idols, once Dr. Gene Marcoux   
   heard me say this at a psychiatric appeal panel hearing and said I was deluded   
   because everybody does    
   it. The row of Catholics seated on the opposite side of the table smiled and   
   gave Dr. Marcoux permission to continue torturing me with the brutal drugs.   
   Dr. Marcoux once bluntly told me that my posters were crazy, and that if he   
   ever heard of me putting    
   up posters again he would have me hauled back to him at the University of   
   Saskatchewan where he would administer another round of “treatment”   
   (brutal horrid torture that went on year after year after year). This is all   
   after Crown Prosecutor Terry    
   Hinz and his friends maliciously prosecuted me, Terry Hinz was a close friend   
   of my girlfriend’s family. She left her parent’s home and we moved into a   
   suite together, an acquaintance of mine raped her in our home while I was out   
   working. The rape    
   traumatized her, she acted very strange and did not tell me she was raped. I   
   got a psychologist professor from the U of S to come to our suite and see her,   
   and shortly after he visited, Dr. Roger Martin blew his brains out with a   
   shotgun (that didn’t    
   help my mental state). More likely Dr. Roger Martin never blew his own brains   
   out with a shotgun, he was telling stories to his students about how the CIA   
   was funding torture research at the University of Saskatchewan and the CIA   
   decided to shut him up.   
      
      
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