Who Cares If I’m a Mean S.O.B?

All my real troubles began when I released this group photo that my ex-girlfriend took at the White House; I later found out she was working as a Mossad “honey trap” for Bill Clinton — the little minx. But she did bring home some good cigars, maybe a little funky-smelling at times.

If you were in my shoes (which I promise the NSA/FBI/DHS Internet monitors are NOT filled with plastique explosives), you’d be doing this blog, too. Fortunately, I’ve documented everything and can now share it with you. By going public, hopefully I can avoid sleeping with the fishs, or end-up as cellmate to that real ugly shoe bomber guy they got locked up in Supermax (right).

Yep, as you’ll see in the following photos (click “read the rest of this entry” button below), old INCOG MAN has had a rough life. And hell no, I haven’t been a choir boy — I’ll admit it — but I hardly think I warrant the JDF Joos going all “Jihadi” on my butt because they think they’re on a mission from God, nor Keith Olbermann calling me “the worst person in the wooorld,” only because he wants to hook-up with that hot new summer intern from Tel Aviv. Read on.

I’ve always been a mean SOB, even as a widdle baby.

I just can’t understand why people care so much about my humdrum and boring personal life.

Even having a cup of joe with my pals is now impossible with all the Joo harridans going batshit about it.

The Joos once paid Reverend Negro and some crackhead party dancer big bucks to falsely accuse me of rape — not of her, but him!

But I put a stop to Reverend Negro and the Joo’s nefarious schemes, with a little help from my Nazi friends.

A little after “AKTION” relaxation with the crew. I’m sure the Nazi-obsessed Joos will be yapping AND wanking up a storm when they see these photos!

And I know that the blood-sucking, Moloch-worshipping, Joo ILLUMINATI have been keeping a wary eye on me — if they could just see fit to give me New Zealand and a small cut of big pharma action, I’ll shut the hell up.

The friggin’ CIA-slash-MOSSAD now waterboards my ass so much I have gills.

Of course, it didn’t help one bit when I hit on Fred Thompson’s buxom trophy wife on the campaign trail…

…or when I sacrificed my bod for the cause by setting-up Hillary for a press ambush.

While looking to get some payback for Ron Paul, I ”outed” Rudy at the Republican convention. I just didn’t expect the homos to get so excited about it.

During the campaign, I tried screwing-up The Mulatto One with the Israel Lobby by switching out “AIPAC” with “TUPAC” on his teleprompter, but it back-fired on me when the Joos dug his new “edgy” ethnic image.

His Holiness once depended on me for his “special” cigarettes, but now as Chimp-in-Chief, he’s got even better Afghanistan connections than I do.

My pal and I tried to frog-march that 9/11 rat, Larry “Pull-it” Silverstein down to jail, but Mayor Bloomberg had me — of all people — sent to Riker’s island instead. Those Joos sure do stick together!

Yeah, sure, I’m a mean SOB and I do sometimes get a mite torqued-up. But hell, when you think about what these real-life bastards are now doing to America and us White people, I’m the Mr. Nice Guy here.

These people want pro-White viewpoints like mine described as nothing but baddie “White supremacist” talk and ignored. But really, any White who dares breathe a word is automatically branded a “Hater,” “NeoNazi” and now sometimes even “domestic terrorist.” You know that’s true.

But think a minute here: If they can intimidate you to keep it zipped, they can freely get away with whatever evils they want. So you had better take notice and start fighting back, instead of just sitting there on your fat behind!

— INCOG MAN