NAZI VOTING

DESERT GOD

Aton blinked his little eyes that were set deep in their rolls of fat, and then raised them from the bao board laid out between us. He turned his gaze on the two young princesses of the royal house of Tamose who were disporting themselves naked in the limpid water of the lagoon.

'They are no longer children,' he remarked casually, without a trace of lascivious interest in the subject. We sat facing each other beside one of the lagoons in the backwaters of the great Nile River.

I knew that his reference to the girls was an attempt to distract my attention from his next move of the bao stones. Aton does not enjoy losing, so he is not overly scrupulous about how he wins.

Aton is now the chamberlain of the royal palace of Pharaoh at Thebes, but he is also a master of spies who administers a network of informers and clandestine agents across the civilized world. There is only one organization that exceeds his, and that is my own. In this, as in most things, we are in friendly competition with each other and very little gives us greater pleasure and satisfaction than to score a coup, the one over the other.

Now both of us studied Bekatha, who was the younger of the royal princesses by almost two years, although already her breasts were beginning to swell and in the cool lagoon waters her nipples perked out jauntily.

I love her, but truth to tell I love her elder sister a shade better.

Tehuti was the senior and the more beautiful of the two sisters. Tehuti's hips were full but her waist was narrow as the neck of a wine jug. Her breasts were round and taut.

The parents of my two princesses were Tanus, he of the fiery red curls, and the bright blonde Queen Lostris. They had bred true and the beauty of their two girls was becoming renowned across the entire world. The Sumerian King Nimrod and the Supreme Minos of Crete sent envoys.

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I began to worry that I had taken on an impossible task.

The solution did not come to me at once, and even I had to wrestle with the problem for almost an hour. Then suddenly the solution struck me like a thunderbolt. It was so ingenious that even I was stunned by the beauty of it.

I thought [nyet!] I would explain it all to Zaras, but then I decided not to overpower him with [euphemism for I decided not to disclose it to him or to others] something so simple and yet so devilishly complex.

I looked up at the sun. I looked back at the TRIO [TRINITY] of treasure ships and I GRINNED. I sensed that Zaras was WATCHING me intently. I think he knew [he sensed] that I was on to something at last, which I was not yet ready to reveal to him [I was NOT IN A HURRY to reveal anything to him or to others of his ilk].

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I saw the Supreme Minos. He was standing in the opening of the cavern facing the clouds of steam which obliterated the place where Mount Cronus had once stood.

The Minos was holding the frail body of his mother in both hands high above his head. I saw that her skull was crushed and her eyes were bulging out of their sockets. She had been struck and killed by the rocks falling from the roof of the cave.

'Why have you done this to us? I am your own son, mighty Cronus,' the Minos bellowed. 'My mother was your lover and your wife. Could you not have accepted the sacrifice I offered you and spared her?'

I knew that I had to kill him before he was able to let loose more evil upon our world. This time I knew he would destroy us all: my princesses, my friends and companions and me.

I threw up my bow and shot the arrow across the cavern. It struck the Minos in the centre of his golden backplate. It transfixed his body, and black blood sprayed from the hole that my arrow had ripped in his armour. The stench of it filled the temple like that of rotting corpses that had lain ten days in the sun.

The force of my striking arrow hurled the Minos bodily through the opening in the cavern wall. He fell from my sight. His mother's corpse lay where he had dropped it, like a pile of old black rags.

I reached the opening of the cavern wall through which my arrow had thrown the body of the Minos.

I stood on the verge of the drop, and
looked down three hundred feet to where he lay spreadeagled on the rocks below in a pool of his own congealing blood. My arrow stood out of his silver breastplate. His helmet still covered his head. I could see nothing through the dark eye-holes that seemed to stare up at me.

'What were you?' I pondered the question aloud. 'Were you man or monster, devil or godling?'

The body of Pasiphae, the mother of the Minos, lay at my feet. I picked it up and dropped it over the cliff. When I looked down again I saw that they lay together with arms and legs obscenely tangled like those of lovers, rather than mother and son.#

(From WILBUR SMITH: DESERT GOD,  HarperCollinsPublishers.)

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G]

# Eve/Mary/Margaret/Marian/Eva Braun & Satan/Lucifer/Peter/PF/Hitler?

চৰিত্ৰহীন নাৰী

কোটি কোটি চৰিত্ৰহীন loose s. ছোৱালী/নাৰীবোৰৰ কাল্পনিক অশ্লীল Target (in a vulgar sense) হ'ল তেখেত ৷

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BIGGEST RIVALS

"Sita, Radha, Mary, Meera etc. out of the race হ'লে বৰ ভাল আছিল ৷"

ইহঁতৰেই বা কিবা "chance" আছে বুলি ভাবা নেকি? চবৰেই তো দেখোন same history of promisc. চবৰেই তো same God-given v. - there is no difference, it seems. "Gosh, is this just another of Your notorious pep talks?"

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TORTURE IN HELL

Satanic trinity and their evil gang of brutal clones and mistresses have given inhuman torture to male and female humans in underground Nazi HELL for billions of years. God and psycho-technologists know how to retaliate violently.

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SUNSTORM

Arthur C. Clarke and Stephen Baxter: "SUNSTORM", G (Gollanz/Orion) is a scary and realistic technology-based  "sci fi" (science fiction) novel about the end of the world which conveys the panic felt by Eva Braun, Stephen/Hitler, and equally vicious daughter Perdite (Perdition)/Pamela, and all the other vicious male and female NAZIS living in panic on and inside Earth.

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G]

WIDOW AND CLONE

Mr. Himanta Biswa Sarma (and the West Bengal BJP President Dilip Ghosh) were "mercilessly attacked" by an angry mob in West Bengal a few days ago. I suspect that Mr. Himanta Biswa Sarma was lynched (or kidnapped or went inside Earth) and a CLONE who was seen on TV speaking in Hindi acted as his proxy in West Bengal. I have not yet seen any clone of "Himanta Biswa Sarma" on Assamese TV news channels of Guwahati probably because a clone has not yet been trained who can speak Assamese exactly like him and imitate his funny mannerisms. Widow Mrs. Riniki Bhuyan Sarma could unknowingly have s. with a clone. (Compare Danielle Steel: "THE KLONE AND I" about Peter and his wife and Peter's clone.)

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G]

May 19, 2019 A.D. (Sunday) 8:14 a.m. IST

CLONE OF MODI ?

I wonder if Modi has been replaced by a clone of Modi.

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May 19, 2019

জ্বালা

জ্বালা - ज्वलन - heartburn

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টাটকা

"যদিও তোমরা আমাদের চেয়ে বেশি টাটকা, মনে রাখবে we are superior to you কারণ আমরা তোমাদের চেয়ে বেশি অভিজ্ঞ ৷" - তাই নাকি? - আমার ত মনে হয় এই কলি যুগে কে বেশি টাটকা, কে বেশি অভিজ্ঞ, তা একমাত্র অন্তর্যামী জানেন ৷

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NAZI VOTING

Fucking Nazi voting system is the biggest cheating system - সবচেয়ে বড় cheating system - invented by f. Nazi cheats and supported by f. male and female Nazis.

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