Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:34 PM EDT on October 1, 2019
John Kreese: Fear does not exist in this dojo, does it?
Cobra Kai: No, Sensei!
John Kreese: Pain does not exist in this dojo, does it?
Cobra Kai: No, Sensei!
John Kreese: Defeat does not exist in this dojo, does it?
Cobra Kai: No, Sensei!
John Kreese: Prepare! What do we study here?
Cobra Kai: The way of the fist, sir!
John Kreese: And what is that way?
Cobra Kai: Strike first, strike hard, no mercy, sir!
John Kreese: I can't hear you!
Cobra Kai: Strike first, strike hard, no mercy, sir!
We do not train to be merciful here. Mercy is for the weak. Here, in the streets, in competition. A man confronts you, he is the enemy. An enemy deserves no mercy. What is the problem, Mr. Lawrence? - John Kreese
If you ain't cheating, you ain't trying – Joe Montana
You got a problem with that?......No mercy – John Kreese
And that brings us to tonight’s word: SWEEP THE LEG
So what’s it this week, Heis? What new way are you going to paint the 4th reich pig tonight? Hasn’t that poor pig been thru enough? You’re running out of 80’s movies. Red Dawn? Naw. The Outsiders? Not today. Desperately seeking Susan? I’m not ready yet. My heart is still brokern. You know what you did. So what is it? What lipstick are you going to pull out to deliver the same truth you’ve recycled over and over. Cause you know…sheep have such short attention spans now a days. If there’s not one picture or one gif in there, they tune out. Have you SEEN twitter? Ross Geller boom. It’s a small span. Very small. Very very small. You just brought a tear to Goebbels eye. The good one.
Think…there’s still a billion starfish stranded on the beach that need your help. Not all heroes wear capes. Right green arrow? Without smashing a sledgehammer into their flat screen, how are you going to wake them up? It’s premier week. Hulu is on overdrive. Miss ya Gotham. Whatcha got? Think. WWJED? Would Jeffery reach around the utility belt for the right tool? Pretty in pink? Dirty Dancing? No…those are a tad too innocent. We need something bold. We need something that steps on the neck. One that there’s no coming back from. Off the cliff. Got it, Jeffery. You a genius. Karate Kid. Cobra Kai. Go for the kill. It’s dog eat dog out there where reputations are made and destroyed. Strike first. Strike hard. Sweep the leg, Johnny. You got a problem with that?
Would you do that? Would you sweep the leg of poor Daniel Larusso at the All Valley Karate Tournament ‘84? In front of this mom? His girlfriend? Would you sweep ole Heisenberg’s leg? For wanting to throw another starfish back in the ocean? Is that such a leg sweeping offense? I guess it is. If you like to eat baby starfish that is. If you like to torture starfish and drain their blood at the height of adrenaline production. If those starfish cross the desert to vote blue that is. If those star fish wake up to the big Goebbels lie because of your big mouth it is. Big mouth strikes again. If those starfish realize they far outnumber the sharks you bet your life that’s a sweep the legging. If I lose my country club membership cause you have a Robin Hood complex, we might just have to sweep your leg, Heisenberg. It’s either you or me. Get him a body bag.
See you at the All Valley Karate Tournament, Tommy….
Remember…use defense
But seriously, folks…..you would sweep my leg? I thought we were friends. Boot edge edge, you’ve never looked better. Ouch. But I like my leg the way it is. It’s my lucky leg. It’s been like a leg to me. Why does this world have to be so dramatic. Sweeping legs. Going for the throat. Why can’t we all just get along? Why is all fair in love and war? Why am I a Jedi? Why are you a Sith? How did we get this way? How did you become a Sith? We talk about selling the soul to the devil, but maybe it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe some rapper got super tired of seeing his family go hungry every day. Next thing you know, he’s got a contract signed by none other than big Shug and hitting the clone zones every night. Preforming someone’s else’s work. Let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen. And you know these future stars aren’t as woke as us going into this life changing contract of servitude. There’s not a lot of sheep out there as woke as us. Just saying. And I’ll bet a steak dinner the cabal doesn’t drop everything to this naïve rapper all at once. They turn up the heat liddle’ by liddle’ until one day that young kid who just wanted to feed his three little sisters, wakes up a full blown satanic priest from the 70’s. Dumb*ss.
Now I don’t think anyone argues the Illuminati cheat. The cabal cheat. The deep state cheat. They are the bullies that hit you and cry when you hit back. They project. Think mirror. They’ll project a life you could have full of luxury and power meanwhile choking out your world and your family. All to make the hard sell a soft sell. Gotta fill that unfillable cup. Gotta sign that contract. They made it so bad for humans, they’ll sign any contract. We know that. Enter it into evidence, you honor. But what gets me is how far some are willing to cover up the lie once it’s known. Once you learn how far the rabbit hole goes down, who has the strength to walk away? And who stays behind? Who cries the loudest?
You looking at me? You looking at me?
Kinda. I guess once you’re in that deep there’s no going back. Career Hollywood. All the elite movie stars got blood under their fingernails. All the ones who only know one way of life by now. All the old friends and family have faded. It’s all Hugh Hefner and handlers now. And any threat to that way of life is subject to a sweep of the leg. No mercy. Strike hard. Strike fast.
Fukc em….fcku em…
Being ruthless takes time to master. Stepping on the neck gives out a crunch you can’t drink away. Is that why mandatory attendance at the clone zones is so important? Step on the neck. Sweep the leg. Try it on. See how it fits. Sir you look stunning in that cobra kai gi. You hit below the belt like a natural. It only comes in black. Desensitize any humanity one may still cling to. We always hear how Hollywood changes people. That’s an understatement. Have you SEEN Jim Carrey’s art? I’m pretty sure some might be born messed up, but I doubt he was born this way.
This is a learning planet is it not? We are all here to learn. Did you ever think we came here to learn to sweep the leg? To play a little dirty pool? Put out disinformation? That’s kinda like a white lie, right? How do you fight an enemy who just won’t stop until you are dead? An enemy with Guillotines R Us on speed dial? An enemy with a couple kids in the basement at home and a pocket full of adrenochrome? How many times do we turn the other cheek before our teeth show thru? How far do we have to go down the forgiveness road before a proboscis penis penetrates my eye vagina? Jesus prepared us for this day. That’s a thinker. Andrew isn’t that a thinker? Andrew?
Still think taping Larry Lester’s buns together is funny? That joke was never funny. Do you think he forgave you? Do you deserve forgiveness? Do the nazis deserve forgiveness? Or do they deserve forgiveness right before the punisher steps on the neck? This is a learning planet is it not? Has the time come for patriots to rip a page out of the nazi play book? Would the universe blame us? Does self defense violate do no harm? I’ve never been a sweep the leg kinda guy, but whomever wants to redo this in 100 years, raise your hands. 5th reich anyone? Beuller?....Bueller?....Bueller?.....
I’m just glad I’m not going to be in the jury at those Nuremberg 2.0 trails. I’m such a softy. Little sob story and crocodile tears and here comes that catholic guilt. I’m glad I don’t have to sit in that seat. Mainly for the ones at the bottom of the pyramid. Those ones at the very top….no brainer. Those worst of the worst…I would have no problem handing down swift justice. They will know His name is the Lord when He lays His justice upon them. But still….glad that won’t be my job. Giving away God’s blessings sounds like a lot more fun.
Sweeping the leg has become standard issue for both sides of no mans land now. They won’t stop. They can’t stop. We won't stop. We can't stop. There’s no other future for the nazis if the patriots win. It’s either kill or be killed. Impeach or be impeached. Suicide or be suicided. Sweep or get swept. Any peaceful negotiations have been met with deuces. 911 was an inside job. Right, Assistant Principal Vernon?
The frog had to learn the hard way not to give the scorpion a ride. But don’t blame the scorpion. He's just doing his job. Befehl ist Befehl. Nothing personal. It’s just in his nature.
“A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream. The scorpion asks the frog to carry him across the stream on its back. The frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion says, "because if I sting you while you cross the stream, surely I shall drown too."
The frog is satisfied, and they set out. But in midstream, the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of paralysis and starts to sink, but has just enough time to gasp. "Why? Why would you do this to me?"
The scorpion replies: "Because I'm a Scorpion. It's in my nature." - The Traditional Tale of the Scorpion and the Frog
Get him a body bag
Yea I know you're right
I see it in your fierce eyes
But me I've never thought straight
Since the day I had the first doubt
Yea I know you're right
And I'll back you to a point pal
But I'll never be constrained
By another man's ideas now - The Proclaimers
Sweep the leg indeed…..
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Most wanted
Big country
Shoplifters of the world unite
For reasons unknown
Games without frontiers
Lazy eye (Not embedded below)
Panic
Disarm
Words you throw away
Ties that bind
Big girls are best
You’re the one for me, Fatty
Big girls don’t cry
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection, baby
To be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and Uno cards
I'll be your best friend, and you'll be mine
Valentine
Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers, and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late and dark outside
I need to be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
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John Kreese: Fear does not exist in this dojo, does it?
Cobra Kai: No, Sensei!
John Kreese: Pain does not exist in this dojo, does it?
Cobra Kai: No, Sensei!
John Kreese: Defeat does not exist in this dojo, does it?
Cobra Kai: No, Sensei!
John Kreese: Prepare! What do we study here?
Cobra Kai: The way of the fist, sir!
John Kreese: And what is that way?
Cobra Kai: Strike first, strike hard, no mercy, sir!
John Kreese: I can't hear you!
Cobra Kai: Strike first, strike hard, no mercy, sir!
We do not train to be merciful here. Mercy is for the weak. Here, in the streets, in competition. A man confronts you, he is the enemy. An enemy deserves no mercy. What is the problem, Mr. Lawrence? - John Kreese
If you ain't cheating, you ain't trying – Joe Montana
You got a problem with that?......No mercy – John Kreese
And that brings us to tonight’s word: SWEEP THE LEG
So what’s it this week, Heis? What new way are you going to paint the 4th reich pig tonight? Hasn’t that poor pig been thru enough? You’re running out of 80’s movies. Red Dawn? Naw. The Outsiders? Not today. Desperately seeking Susan? I’m not ready yet. My heart is still brokern. You know what you did. So what is it? What lipstick are you going to pull out to deliver the same truth you’ve recycled over and over. Cause you know…sheep have such short attention spans now a days. If there’s not one picture or one gif in there, they tune out. Have you SEEN twitter? Ross Geller boom. It’s a small span. Very small. Very very small. You just brought a tear to Goebbels eye. The good one.
Think…there’s still a billion starfish stranded on the beach that need your help. Not all heroes wear capes. Right green arrow? Without smashing a sledgehammer into their flat screen, how are you going to wake them up? It’s premier week. Hulu is on overdrive. Miss ya Gotham. Whatcha got? Think. WWJED? Would Jeffery reach around the utility belt for the right tool? Pretty in pink? Dirty Dancing? No…those are a tad too innocent. We need something bold. We need something that steps on the neck. One that there’s no coming back from. Off the cliff. Got it, Jeffery. You a genius. Karate Kid. Cobra Kai. Go for the kill. It’s dog eat dog out there where reputations are made and destroyed. Strike first. Strike hard. Sweep the leg, Johnny. You got a problem with that?
Would you do that? Would you sweep the leg of poor Daniel Larusso at the All Valley Karate Tournament ‘84? In front of this mom? His girlfriend? Would you sweep ole Heisenberg’s leg? For wanting to throw another starfish back in the ocean? Is that such a leg sweeping offense? I guess it is. If you like to eat baby starfish that is. If you like to torture starfish and drain their blood at the height of adrenaline production. If those starfish cross the desert to vote blue that is. If those star fish wake up to the big Goebbels lie because of your big mouth it is. Big mouth strikes again. If those starfish realize they far outnumber the sharks you bet your life that’s a sweep the legging. If I lose my country club membership cause you have a Robin Hood complex, we might just have to sweep your leg, Heisenberg. It’s either you or me. Get him a body bag.
See you at the All Valley Karate Tournament, Tommy….
Remember…use defense
But seriously, folks…..you would sweep my leg? I thought we were friends. Boot edge edge, you’ve never looked better. Ouch. But I like my leg the way it is. It’s my lucky leg. It’s been like a leg to me. Why does this world have to be so dramatic. Sweeping legs. Going for the throat. Why can’t we all just get along? Why is all fair in love and war? Why am I a Jedi? Why are you a Sith? How did we get this way? How did you become a Sith? We talk about selling the soul to the devil, but maybe it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe some rapper got super tired of seeing his family go hungry every day. Next thing you know, he’s got a contract signed by none other than big Shug and hitting the clone zones every night. Preforming someone’s else’s work. Let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen. And you know these future stars aren’t as woke as us going into this life changing contract of servitude. There’s not a lot of sheep out there as woke as us. Just saying. And I’ll bet a steak dinner the cabal doesn’t drop everything to this naïve rapper all at once. They turn up the heat liddle’ by liddle’ until one day that young kid who just wanted to feed his three little sisters, wakes up a full blown satanic priest from the 70’s. Dumb*ss.
Now I don’t think anyone argues the Illuminati cheat. The cabal cheat. The deep state cheat. They are the bullies that hit you and cry when you hit back. They project. Think mirror. They’ll project a life you could have full of luxury and power meanwhile choking out your world and your family. All to make the hard sell a soft sell. Gotta fill that unfillable cup. Gotta sign that contract. They made it so bad for humans, they’ll sign any contract. We know that. Enter it into evidence, you honor. But what gets me is how far some are willing to cover up the lie once it’s known. Once you learn how far the rabbit hole goes down, who has the strength to walk away? And who stays behind? Who cries the loudest?
You looking at me? You looking at me?
Kinda. I guess once you’re in that deep there’s no going back. Career Hollywood. All the elite movie stars got blood under their fingernails. All the ones who only know one way of life by now. All the old friends and family have faded. It’s all Hugh Hefner and handlers now. And any threat to that way of life is subject to a sweep of the leg. No mercy. Strike hard. Strike fast.
Fukc em….fcku em…
Being ruthless takes time to master. Stepping on the neck gives out a crunch you can’t drink away. Is that why mandatory attendance at the clone zones is so important? Step on the neck. Sweep the leg. Try it on. See how it fits. Sir you look stunning in that cobra kai gi. You hit below the belt like a natural. It only comes in black. Desensitize any humanity one may still cling to. We always hear how Hollywood changes people. That’s an understatement. Have you SEEN Jim Carrey’s art? I’m pretty sure some might be born messed up, but I doubt he was born this way.
This is a learning planet is it not? We are all here to learn. Did you ever think we came here to learn to sweep the leg? To play a little dirty pool? Put out disinformation? That’s kinda like a white lie, right? How do you fight an enemy who just won’t stop until you are dead? An enemy with Guillotines R Us on speed dial? An enemy with a couple kids in the basement at home and a pocket full of adrenochrome? How many times do we turn the other cheek before our teeth show thru? How far do we have to go down the forgiveness road before a proboscis penis penetrates my eye vagina? Jesus prepared us for this day. That’s a thinker. Andrew isn’t that a thinker? Andrew?
Still think taping Larry Lester’s buns together is funny? That joke was never funny. Do you think he forgave you? Do you deserve forgiveness? Do the nazis deserve forgiveness? Or do they deserve forgiveness right before the punisher steps on the neck? This is a learning planet is it not? Has the time come for patriots to rip a page out of the nazi play book? Would the universe blame us? Does self defense violate do no harm? I’ve never been a sweep the leg kinda guy, but whomever wants to redo this in 100 years, raise your hands. 5th reich anyone? Beuller?....Bueller?....Bueller?.....
I’m just glad I’m not going to be in the jury at those Nuremberg 2.0 trails. I’m such a softy. Little sob story and crocodile tears and here comes that catholic guilt. I’m glad I don’t have to sit in that seat. Mainly for the ones at the bottom of the pyramid. Those ones at the very top….no brainer. Those worst of the worst…I would have no problem handing down swift justice. They will know His name is the Lord when He lays His justice upon them. But still….glad that won’t be my job. Giving away God’s blessings sounds like a lot more fun.
Sweeping the leg has become standard issue for both sides of no mans land now. They won’t stop. They can’t stop. We won't stop. We can't stop. There’s no other future for the nazis if the patriots win. It’s either kill or be killed. Impeach or be impeached. Suicide or be suicided. Sweep or get swept. Any peaceful negotiations have been met with deuces. 911 was an inside job. Right, Assistant Principal Vernon?
The frog had to learn the hard way not to give the scorpion a ride. But don’t blame the scorpion. He's just doing his job. Befehl ist Befehl. Nothing personal. It’s just in his nature.
“A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream. The scorpion asks the frog to carry him across the stream on its back. The frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion says, "because if I sting you while you cross the stream, surely I shall drown too."
The frog is satisfied, and they set out. But in midstream, the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of paralysis and starts to sink, but has just enough time to gasp. "Why? Why would you do this to me?"
The scorpion replies: "Because I'm a Scorpion. It's in my nature." - The Traditional Tale of the Scorpion and the Frog
Get him a body bag
Yea I know you're right
I see it in your fierce eyes
But me I've never thought straight
Since the day I had the first doubt
Yea I know you're right
And I'll back you to a point pal
But I'll never be constrained
By another man's ideas now - The Proclaimers
Sweep the leg indeed…..
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Most wanted
Big country
Shoplifters of the world unite
For reasons unknown
Games without frontiers
Lazy eye (Not embedded below)
Panic
Disarm
Words you throw away
Ties that bind
Big girls are best
You’re the one for me, Fatty
Big girls don’t cry
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection, baby
To be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and Uno cards
I'll be your best friend, and you'll be mine
Valentine
Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers, and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late and dark outside
I need to be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
______________________________________________________
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______________________________________________________
All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
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