Lexigrams of the Moment

Old scolds … Lord!

Our role is to order, rule or use others as a ruse to enable us to rise to be the richest on earth.

To do this, Rothschilds understand our children are the best.

Count on us to control the cash on all corners of the earth.

Rothschilds could take, steal or cheat, but also share - as it’s not nice to be too cold to others.

Our care is to our children.

Our doors are closed to others, to outsiders.

A Rothschild lecture:

Don’t let others enter our household.

As others enter … Oh, Christ! A house of cards.

As others enter our arena, the source, the core, is lost! This cannot occur.

The best ideas are our ideas as outsiders do not take care of our assets, our children, or our cash.

Don’t let others see our children, hear our children or hold our children.

DOUBT others, but USE others. Be cold-hearted to others.

Rothschilds should take care of their children, then send their children out to corners of the earth to do business in- house, in our banks!

TRUST us and care for us.

Hold our cash and the cash of others. Take care of it! Look after it!

Need it! Desire it!

Shut the doors on others.

Others do not care.

Build trains tracks, deal in oil, ride horses.

Be certain of this: Israel is the best, the source.

Build and run a business as if a stakeholder.

Take CARE about our business!

Don’t let others handle the lead roles.

Others do not care, so do not care for others.

Trust no one else.

Educate our children and use others as tools to let us rake it in and be the richest on earth.

CRIME HERE!

MURDER!

I plot to put the end to men.

Other men help me to do the plot.

Hit them! Pummel them!

Put them on their trip to the center!

Put them into the center!

There, let them rot!

Me? I need the protein-rich diet.

Let them dine on thin potato or lentil or rice.

The men need to die.

Let them continue? Then the men turn more rich!!

I meet men in the Reich.

I tell them: Don’t put the item in print or don’t tell other the plot!

The men in Reich cheer him on.

Other men die.

Let me do it. I did it. I told them to do it - to murder nine or ten million men.

Credit me, the cretin, the one to put implement the plot to murder nine or ten million men.

Evolution of man continues as men are free to create.

A free man is not a slave to a ruler; a free man cannot serve a ruler.

In verse, stories, articles, Voltaire is in resolve to ensure man can refuse to serve as a slave.

Reason alone reveals men are meant as free.

Voltaire wrote on it:

To maintain a slave is not love.

To enslave men is sinful.

Free men from artificial fears!

A truism in life:  As our courts free smart, artistic men, more are free to create a fantastic life for us.

Sort it out! Set men free!

A daft dolt had a role: hater.

He had a hold - the fat loaf.

He led, the fold floated.

Adolf led, later a lot fled.

A lot die - fire.

I told all to hate.

I hate filth!

Halt all faith.

I told all: HATE!

I failed at life.

I tried to lift the herd aloft.

Life for Hitler? Hell.

Life for all other? Hell.

Fated to die hated.

Death: A hit - to the head.

A strange green monster reigns among men as a master ’strateg_st.’

Robert McNamara arranges, sorts, sets targets, gets scores, no?

A mere brat, a rotten rat scares, strong-arms sane men, same as an ogre.

At best, Robert’s a mere gamer - see?

Robert sorts, arranges men, arms.

Robert arrange, sent men, arms to East as a strateg_.

Most near see Robert as a star, a mentor - a smart, stern man.

To most men, Robert seems best to create, steer, manage men/arms games.

Robert can scare men, see?

Robert became most men’s bane - an actor, a menace.

Robert’s not best; Robert’s STRANGE.

Robert’s got an art: create a name as a ’strateger’ to earn.

Robert brags, boasts, stammers as a great one to stage-manage Eastern terror games.

NO, Robert!

Men are not meant to act parts on Robert’s game stage.

To arrange scores on men as targets not a game, Robert.

As Robert reigns as an agent in games - errors emerge.

As a regent gamer, Robert comes near to mas[s]acre.

Robert’s macabre boast!

Robert robs men.

Some one! TAME Robert!

No one near can state to Robert to NOT arrange, sort, master men’s terror games.

As great gore goes on - at a great, great cost - most men stare at Robert.

So, Robert aborts strategem.

Robert goes, gets gone - becomes a stranger.

Robert beats breast, eats bananas.

Real hell here?

Helen seem same as all else.

Masked.

A sad dame made Helen learn.

She’ll hear as her hands are held.

She’ll see as hands lead her.

She’ll smell her area, her land, and hands.

She’ll seek, she’ll ask, she’ll read, and she’ll learn.

She’ll seek healers, and she’ll heal.

Helen learned and Helen shared.

Helen made a name, and made her mark as a leader.

I detest Rome, so must report to that merda pot, post-haste!

Our superior troupes must smite these most hated, murderous hoards!

Mis-reports state that I am mad as I mean to tear Rome apart!

I, mad?

Rather, I dare!

I set the date, the hour.

Our troupes must hit the Apian road!

At a point, the troupes must separate!

I must use:

Arms! Traps! Snares! Ropes! Darts! Spare Parts!

Archimedes! Do the math!

Oh, Archimedes hath die??

Spare me …

To harm them - mere sport, a parade!

Our horse teams stride paths under their hated arches!

The time is ours to triumph!

It is true, some desire to see me in demise!

I, die a premature death?!

Ha! I am spared murder as I sip a trusted soup!

So, amuse me!

A death as dear as mine is as I order it!

At this death, I am admired, e’re more, as a hero at home.

As masters share this histoire thru their tomes,

it is read - I hope! - that Mithradates Eupator had a pure heart.