Killing-Off Californians

I hate it when I sound like I belong there, but I did indeed say “If Carrie dies first, mom will soon follow” but I did not think it would happen that fast. Seems to me I looked at the old photo above a few days before Ms. Fisher’s murder. Yes, I said murder. Then I recalled for the IllumiNazi and NaziJew detention camp guards how Carrie was on the cover of the very first screenwriting magazine I purchased at World News in Clayton, Missouri where cops still try to peek at soft porn on lunch break. I saw ‘ya!

I’m going back to California? Only if the Chinese provide an invasion force, and rest assured someday they will. Many hard-living people die young, I was told by a 9/11 RatFink who needs a long prison term for his “help” out here in the Sho Nuff Me State. My allegation is Carrie did not keep her eye on that little airline cup, so let’s again review the .gov kill squad’s heart attack inducement options:

1.       The blood pressure spiker – You can go to the hospital bleeding from the nose with a BP that would break the old fashioned cuff like my daddy, or use some state hospital toilet paper on the bleeding and then go stare at Rebecca Radmanish, M.D. Richard Callahan fired yet? Not yet?

2.      The arrhythmia producer – During the worst cardiac event in Ohio I used jumping jacks by the side of the road to stabilize my heart rhythm. What was jackass Pence doing back then? How about Yale prick Kirk Williams?

3.      The capillary contractor – Get out and walk, drink two 20 oz. Sprite or 7 Up, take a few aspirin, say some prayers, and call Dr. Hughes in the morning if you are still alive. Carrie Fisher and her mom are not.

In late-breaking news, Charles Manson has been rushed to the hospital to be murdered. Need an open bed in the prison that bad? Bay Area boneheads, why not secede, so the rest can admit Puerto Rico as a state and bomb you Cali-Kooks back to the Stone Age. My room is “bugged?” This can be discussed with select guests when the cops are sent in to look for a gun. Don’t have one? As they say in Thousand Oaks, “No problem.”