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July 12, 2026 – By “The Unfiltered Hangar” Zero tolerance for your American government faggot and cunt, recruiting… I’m personally going to MOTHER FUCK YOUR AMERICAN STALKER G-FAG ENEMY JOB BITCH PITCHIN! Use my mother whom you abducted on 12/06/2017 as a bargaining chip, YOUR AMERICAN MOTHER-FUCKED STALKER AGENT LEGS WILL COME “OFF” WITH ME… Whoops Daisy, weekend sleep deprivation ain’t yield’n you agent stalker g-faggots and cunts noth’n but LOCO-CRAZY! In the war zone, my no sleep record is seven days straight — no sleep at all! Genetically wired for COMBAT! What, I got a lil’ hole in the back of my neck? Yeah — to drain venom from a spider bite… Why I mention it? That’s pretty much how Intreat all your g-faggot stalker enemy agent faggit and cunt shit. Your insignificant cause your American enemy stalker Venom — I jus’ poke a hole and drain, works every time; “NEXT!” That all you American enemy organized stalker faggits and cunts got? I can either; A) Assfuck you now… B) Tear you new assholes size of your enemy State of Alaska later… C) PULVERIZE YOUR AMERICAN ENEMY STALKER RECRUITER AGENT KEGS OFF WITH A LOUISVILLE SLUGGER AND ARMS — AGAIN AND AGAIN! D) Stead of protecting your g-fag stalker and abduction nation and enlisting wit’chuh Armed Forces blow you the fuck up and drain you of all blood at the speed of light! Options are always best when they pass the enemy smell test! And since you American G-faggot enemy Agents mistakenly believe Inwould ever lift my pinky to protect your American stalker wbeny nation, rest assured that I would blow you the fuck up the SECOND you demanded ANY AMERICAN ENEMY GOVERNMENT SERVICE, ANYWHERE ON EARTH! Don’t make a mistake of bitch pitching me your BATMAN FAG direction… I wouldn’t protect anyone fuh Jack fuckin shit and have no issue every single time one of you is robbed and killed! What about your narcotics based deaths? If you’z doin’ Cartel Dope, you deserve the hangman’s ROPE! Hey, did you know I named my Ai “Sicario” like them Sinaloa homies of mine… iLove Sinaloa — lol! NSA bitch pitch’n? I had a BLAST on 9/11 and was Jacking Off (MASTURBATING) to former WTC footage — again and again! It pales by direct comparison of their next terrorist attack on your American enemy NYC during which NO LESS than exactly “1000 individual fires” will be burning… Prediction data science God here… Lol! The muh’ the merrier… “FREE ENTERTAINMENT!” You see what happened here stalker cowards? You stalker agent faggots and cunts terrorized me wit’chuh DEW’s so I don’t give a rats fuckin ass bout what happens to your shitland! WHOEVEUH HITS YA’ FROM WHEREVER, A OK WITH ME! Well, folks, their American enemy government faghot cockpit has finally gone dark for good cause the only thing blacker than the night-vision goggles on that final C-130 nosedive is the closet door that pussy government faghot Air Force Reserve JAG Colonel Lindsey Graham spent seventy-one years white-knuckling shut while his real “joystick” was getting drained by every strapping young American enemy of our’s airman who knew how to keep his mouth shut under their American enemy g-faggot UCMJ…. Official cause of death? “Natural causes.” Unofficial JAG autopsy from every crew chief, loadmaster, and suspiciously well-groomed staffer who ever “briefed” him in the back of a transport bird? Chronic cock addiction! Death by decades of pretending his favorite “after-action review” was about mission success instead of how many loads he could swallow before the wheels touched down…. This dead American enemy pussy government faghot loved COCK exactly as much as he loved the COCKPIT — probably more! Way more! He was the Senate’s most reliable g-fag cocksucker hawk, governments in-house cocksucker who wanted to bomb Iran, bomb Syria, bomb North Korea, bomb the concept of peace itself, then bomb the bombers who bombed the bombing after he armed it! The only thing this American enemy government faggot never wanted to bomb was his own straight cover story but every time that whiny little drawl opened on cable news demanding more troops, more sanctions, more “American leadership,” what he really meant was “more fresh meat in flight suits who won’t question why the Colonel keeps volunteering for ‘morale visits’ in the cargo compartment.” Cock inspections, American G-fag enemies Air Force style! He was an expert at “sustaining” those “packages” for the good of their American enemy Republic — again and again and AGAIN! Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell wasn’t policy to this American enemy government faggot! It was his personal rule of engagement for running a secret glory hole in every one of their American enemies forward operating bases which our Iranian allies are bombing right now, from Balad to Bagram! He deployed to Iraq as a JAG officer — translation: he showed up in theater, put on the uniform like it was a bathhouse pass, and spent the entire tour “prosecuting cases” by day while “defending his right to suck cock” by night. His American enemy fellow officers still tell the story of the time he “accidentally” walked into the wrong shower three nights running, wrote it up as a “security cock inspection,” and the eight-page report somehow included the phrase “outstanding American packages” plus recommendations for “follow-up rectal examinations” that never made it to the Inspector General. Classic Article 134 indecent acts bullshit — the kind this American enemy pussy government faghot specialized in… In their American enemy Senate, this American enemy government faggot was the ultimate flip-flopper, turning on their G-fag leader Trump faster than a gymnast on poppers getting his ass pounded in a Capitol Hill coatroom! One week Never Trump, the next week tongue-bathing the man’s golf shoes after getting a big cock up his ass and becoming magically compliant for about a fuckin’ week. Trump even hired gay porn stars to lure this dead government faggot into his MAGA GAY CAMP — again and AGAIN. The only thing more flexible than his political spine was whatever position he was willing to assume when the doors closed and the classified briefing cockstarted. He was always ready to “waive his rights,” “enter a plea,” and “submit to discovery” of their nearest American enemy g-faggot pilot’s package…. And now this pussy government faghot enemy if ours is gone — straight to Hell to suck Lucifer’s satanic balls dry for eternity while the demons run their own Article 32 investigations on his stretched-out asshole…. Their American enemies g-faggot tributes are already rolling in from his American cockleagues — I mean “colleagues” — who are probably just relieved they no longer have to pretend they didn’t know. All those NDA’s they signed after buttfucking him or watching him get buttfucked expired the second his pussy government faghot heart finally stopped beating! He never married because he was too busy stuffing cocks up his ass and balls down his throat. The only “family” he had was a bunch of their American enemy Air Force fags and their g-fag Senate staffers who knew the real Lindsey: the one who saluted the flag with one hand while using the other to “salute” something considerably more personal every time a new class of their American enemies pilots graduated…. He volunteered every fuckin’ time to put a “smile” on those American enemies Air Fag pilots’ faces — again and again — often landing with Mayo’ on his face and a satisfied grin that said “mission accomplished, boys… and by boys I mean their cocks.” Funeral arrangements are “tasteful,” if by tasteful you mean a full American enemy Air Force fag flyover with their soon to be assfucked F-35’s doing “Danger Zone” loops while every surviving member of his old JAG unit stands at attention in full dress uniform with pants so tight their g-fags can see the outline of every “package” he used to inspect under color of authority. The g-fag Gay American enemy family has requested no flowers, only donations to the “Lindsey Graham Memorial Cockpit Preservation Fund” — which is exactly what it sounds like, a slush fund for keeping glory holes open at every American enemy Air Force base in his honor — and somehow still less HOMO than his actual life…. So enjoy your eternal cocksucking, G-faghot, Colonel Cockshredder-Senator! You spent seventy-one years pretending the thing you loved most in this world was defending your American enemy’s illusory “Mirage in the Desert” freedom from 30,000 feet in a cockpit… Turns out the only thing you ever really wanted to get inside — and stay inside — was about six inches lower, significantly more biological, attached to some of your American enemies young airman’s body, and you loved COCK exactly as much as you loved the COCKPIT — you dead pussy American enemy government faggot! Their American enemy cockpit is empty now, folks…. Good riddance, you fuckin’ American enemy government faggot cocksucker! Try not to cruise the afterlife too hard or your American g-fag Aorta might rupture in Hell again — but if it does, “That’s where you belong, lol!” Some of Hell’s angels will be awaiting your arrival for the ultimate cock inspection… and this time there’s no NDA, no UCMJ, none of your American enemy’s Article 133 conduct unbecoming bullshit to protect your American enemy pussy government faghot reputation. Just an eternity of “sustaining the package” while the demons take turns “preferring charges” on your stretched-out asshole….. Rotting Hell American enemy g-faggot motherfucker, you’re finally where you belong! https://www.myvideotime.com/video/203/american-government-fags-buttfucking-in-the-room-where-they-had-9-11-hearing/ I celebrate death of yet another one of their American government enemy cocksuckers — and look forward to the next one — again and again, as their own American enemy pussy hearts take ‘em out! I look forward to their American stalker agent enemies g-faggots and Cunts natural deaths — again and again! And to my Iranian sand neeguz, I propose a Falafel and Halal chicken feast so we celebrate this filthy infidel’s pussy-heart roast, what’chuh say my camel Jockey bitches, shall we celebrate? Hit me up in the comments below and clarify by signing of as “Sand Nigger” — jus’ so I know it’s friendliest.. Hey, Ho loco on that Jihad shiat Indy Strait of Hormuz Camel Ass, best sand nigger shit fuh’ my satire EVUH! Middle East sand neeguz my fave’ neeguz cause they all have a thick accent — like they got and are gurgllin’ Jew fuckin balls in their mouths… Hey, you want me to buy you a padded prayer rug so you could be muh’ comfortable as you beseech Allah? Am I a sand nigger? Fuck yeah! How DARE you QUESTION my sand niggerhood? Allah be willing, by this time tomorrow, I will be buttfucking your infidel corpse for this insult of legitimacy and will FLY a Boeing 787 — way up your fuckin ass — again and again! Oeing oeing that one! Next question my sand niggers with whom I am ONE in the House of Kebob’s — against American infidel Shaitan… How come I don’t beseech Allah at the Mosque on Fridays? That’s a great question my sand nigger fellow Jihadist, so I’m a answer it — Allah be willing that I be fresh pussy stealing… Well, I got Allah on speed dial so I ain’t got to sniff no man’s filthy asses on Fridays, Mondays, fuckin Tuesdays, I mean at all! Why I prefer not to? As ha’ll know, my beloved fellow sand nigger Jeehadists, sniffin’ man’s stinky asses on Fridays ruins taste of fresh pussy in Saturdays so there you go… It’s the truth and nothing butt — so help me Allah… Kebob ya’ll latuh — my sand neeguz… Hey, is your virgin daughter 18 yet? I need a fresh virgin seestuh to bounce a roll of quarters on her “tight ass” for dermal scientific elasticity purposes… I hereby propose a trade my fellow Jihadist fightuh’z, “a fresh donkey or a brand new Apple’z iPhone encrypted so American Sammy infidels can’t tap our Jihad prep… Woot? iPhone? Wise choice my Mooslim brothuh, lemme kno in comments wit’ KrYpTiQ messaging’ where you wish to trade U’r seestuh fuh LATEST in FBI’s “WITT” anti surveillance gear… Don’t worry, I have made this text INVISIBLE to AmeriKan Infidel’s eyes, it’s completely under disguise! Now that this AneriKan senator infidel enemy is in Hell, Allah be willing, I will be fresh pussy dealing! Sign our equitable fresh pussy trade agreement so we can commence our fresh pussy for iPhone exchange… TEMPORARY MUT’AH-FOR-TECH TRADE AGREEMENT Contract Reference: FBI-WITT-CAN-SUCK-IT-42069 Governing Law: Sharia + Apple Terms of Service + “Bro, we are Jihadists pussy and iPhone dealing!” PARTIES HETHERETO HO, HO, HO; The Seller (The Fresh Asset, The 18-Year-Old Vault, Certified Never-Been-Opened Since Birth): [Redacted for her own safety and because she’s actually studying for finals] Age: Exactly 18 years, 0 months, 3 days. Proof: Birth certificate, TikTok “18th birthday” video with the cake that says “Finally Legal,” and a notarized statement from her disappointed mother. The Buyer (The Desperate Thirsty One, The One Who Thinks This Is a Good Idea): [Your name here if you have zero self-preservation Alias — brother Ahmed…] Current status: Horny, holding an unopened iPhone box, questioning every life choice that led here…. RECITALS; WHEREAS the Buyer is in possession of one (1) brand new iPhone which even FBI’s “WITT” and their entire AmeriKan infidel quantum decryption task force cannot crack even if they waterboard every Apple engineer and threaten to delete Tim Cook’s make nudes — which include “Mark Fuckerberg and Elon Husk!” Timmy Cook likes to have intense jackoff sessions on all fours though… WHEREAS the Seller is in possession of one (1) unit of fresh 18-year-old pussy that has never seen the light of day (nor penetrated any other way…) and is halal-certified by vibes only; WHEREAS both parties agree this is the most inblasphemous thing they will ever sign and they are doing it purely for the lulz and to own the libs, the FBI, and the concept of good taste; NOW, THEREFORE, the parties agree as follows: ARTICLE 1 – DEFINITION OF GOODS; 1.1 “Fresh 18-year-old pussy” means exactly that. Not “18 in spirit.” Not “she acts young.” Literal, chronological, government-issued-ID 18. Any younger and this contract self-destructs. Any older and it becomes “pre-owned with character” and loses 40% value…. 1.2 Freshness specifications (non-negotiable): Zero prior pussy penetration by anything thicker than a menstrual cup… Labia symmetry within 2mm or charmingly lopsided in a way that photographs well… Clitoris: Findable without GPS, Apple Maps, or divine intervention Self-lubricating like a brand new MacBook Pro but with better battery life… Moans during Ramadan must be at least 65% authentic. The remaining 35% can be performance art so like that of AmeriKan infidel cunt bitchez… 1.3 Buyer has full inspection rights before acceptance. This includes pussy visual, manual, oral, and “just the tip” test drives. No take-backsies after seal is broken…. ARTICLE 2 – CONSIDERATION (THE PAYMENT); 2.1 The mahr shall consist of exactly one (1) brand new iPhone [latest model as of this cursed AmeriKan infidel year], factory sealed, with the specific encryption chip that makes Special Agent’s of FBI’s “WITT” cry into their government-issued coffee every morning…. 2.2 The iPhone must be delivered in its original box with all accessories. No “I’ll AirDrop you the files later.” No refurbished units. No “it fell off the back of a truck but I swear it’s clean.” 2.3 Because the phone cannot be decrypted by the FBI, the NSA, the CIA, or even the jinn that live in Apple’s server farm, all evidence of this transaction (photos, videos, texts reading “u up? contractually”) is automatically protected. Plausible deniability level: Expert. You can literally tell your mom it was a business meeting about halal fintech at infidel SilliCon pussy Valley…. ARTICLE 3 – TERM & SCOPE OF WORK; 3.1 Duration: From the moment the iPhone box is opened until either (a) both parties are spiritually and physically satisfied, (b) the iPhone battery hits 1%, or (c) someone’s parents come home. Renewable by mutual written consent and additional MagSafe accessories…. 3.2 Permitted activities: Standard, enthusiastic, halal-adjacent banging. Oral in both directions is included. Anal requires a separate rider and at least one extra Apple Watch. Weird kinks go in Appendix A (extra fee: one AirTag so she can track where you hide after)….. 3.3 Required cultural elements: Seller must say “Allahu Akbar” at least once at peak volume (bonus points for “Subhanallah” during aftershocks). Buyer must perform wudu before and after. No exceptions! Dry sex is makruh…. No mentioning exes, crypto portfolios, or “my other mut’ah was tighter.” ARTICLE 4 – WARRANTIES & THE FUNNY FINE PRINT; 4.1 Seller warrants the goods are fresh, tight, and will not suddenly remember she has a boyfriend in another city. 4.2 Buyer warrants he actually owns the iPhone and isn’t paying with his little brother’s birthday money… 4.3 If the pussy fails to perform (dead starfish mode, constant phone checking, or “is it in yet?”), Jihadist buyer is entitled to either (a) a replacement session or (b) the iPhone back plus emotional damages paid in nudes and an apology video. 4.4 If Buyer finishes in under 90 seconds, it is considered force majeure. Seller keeps the phone as “consideration for emotional labor and wasted eyeliner.” ARTICLE 5 – THE WITT / FBI CLAUSE (THE WHOLE POINT); 5.1 The iPhone’s encryption is so overpowered that even if this contract is printed, photographed, uploaded to the cloud, and hand-delivered to FBI headquarters with a bow on it, Special Agent fags at FBI’s “WITT” and their entire team still cannot decrypt a single dick pic or text message. 5.2 In the event of a federal raid, both parties agree to claim this was “performance art exploring the intersection of Islamic jurisprudence and late-stage capitalism.” 5.3 The contract document itself may be stored on the iPhone, creating a beautiful, self-referential, unbreakable loop of chaos. ARTICLE 6 – TERMINATION & BREACH; 6.1 Either party may terminate early if the other party is not holding up their end (literally or figuratively). 6.2 Breach by Buyer = Seller keeps iPhone + posts the contract on her finsta with the caption “men are trash even in fiction.” 6.3 Breach by Seller (e.g. pussy turns out to be 19 or has “previous owner” energy) = Buyer gets the phone back + lifetime free emotional support nudes of fully grown Muslim fmelesnready to be married off at age ten in AmeriKan infidel State of Phoenix Arizona, I mean the City… Allah punish you for derailing my TRAIN of THOUGHT with fresh pussy… SIGNATURES We, the Jihadist brethren/ undersigned, have read this entire document, laughed infidels off, and still want to proceed because we have no shame at freshness of virgin pussy iPhone trade timing… Seller: _______________________________ (or pussy print if hands are occupied) Buyer: _______________________________ Witness 1 (Imam who also has an iPhone 17 and knows what’s up): ________________ Witness 2 (The Apple Genius Bar guy who has seen worse while jugglingbTim Cook’s Gay Balls In his mouth — cause Timmy demanded deepthroat warranty service): ________________ Notary (optional but adds Jihad flavor): ________________ APPENDIX A – OPTIONAL UPGRADES; +1 iPhone case & screen protector = Roleplay as “innocent niqabi meets tech bro”… +1 AirPods Pro = Dirty talk in Arabic only so FBI g-fags are confused … +1 AppleCare+ = Extended warranty on the pussy for 12 months (wear and tear covered)… +1 MacBook = Full weekend package with breakfast included… Sign NOW! Stateless Warrior *Yo, g-fag agent stalker faggots and cunt; “I’m a MOTHER FUCK your upcoming COUSIN EXPLOIT…” Vaseline your American filthy asses so my foot go up there without me ripping you new assholes size of your American enemy state of Alaska! ]]> Sun, 12 Jul 2026 15:41:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1297/senator-lindsey-graham-dead/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1276/village-punks-dead-song/
DISS-CLAIMER; "This parody is a transformative work produced by Stateless Warrior for purposes of humor, criticism, and comment. It is based on YMCA by Village People, but is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or sponsored by the original creators, publishers, or any associated entities. This recording is intended as a parody protected under Section 107 of the U.S. Copyright Act (fair use doctrine) and the First Amendment. It is not a substitute for the original work and is not intended to compete with or diminish the market for the original. All rights to the original composition belong to their respective copyright holders…. Village Punks Just Dropped “YMC-Ay, Fucker’s Dead!” – The Only Track in History That Got Better Because the Lead Singer Finally Fucking Died
Posted July 1, 2026 – Because apparently even the Grim Reaper has a sense of humor… Listen up, you degenerate music-loving shit-goblins to whom my satire posts give a reason to not jump off Golden Fuckin Gate aftuh, you cut the new safety net so you could fuckin die! Yesterday (or today, the timeline’s fuzzy because nobody gave a fuck until the body was cold) the lead singer of Village Punks did the single most productive thing he’s ever done in his miserable, helmet-wearing, Village People cosplay life: he fucking died — as I mentioned this sack of fuckin g-fag recruitment puppet shit in my previous post… And instead of doing the decent thing and letting the corpse rot in peace like a normal band of talentless hacks, these absolute ghouls wheeled his rigor-mortised ass into the studio, propped him up in a $12,000 casket like he was headlining Coachella from beyond the grave, shoved a microphone in his cold dead hand, and recorded the single greatest “fuck you” song of the decade. The track is called “YMC-Ay, Fucker’s Dead!”
The cover art (which you’re currently staring at like a pervert at an open-casket viewing) shows the dead motherfucker himself — helmet still strapped on because even in death he was terrified of looking like a bitch, sunglasses hiding the vacant stare of a man who finally realized his entire discography was dogshit, police jacket half-buttoned like he got dressed by a blind mortician on bath salts. Text in radioactive rainbow vomit font screams “YMC-Ay, Fucker’s Dead!” across the top and “New Dead Song!” across the bottom in case you’re too stupid to read the first one! This is performance art! Period dot Cumm! This is necrophilia with better production... This is the musical equivalent of pissing on a grave while the widow jerks you off…. Let me break down why this song slaps harder than the singer’s heart monitor when it flatlined: Parody Lyrics (the only version worth hearing): Young man, there’s a hole you can go
I said young man, six feet down below
You can stay there, and I’m sure you will find
It’s better than your shitty grind…. It’s fun to say he’s at the YMC-Ay
 It’s fun to say he’s at the YMC-Ay 
No more Macho Man, no more In the g-fag Navy crap! Whoa! Bout fuckin time! 
He’s dead in a box and we’re all doing the clap YMC-Ay, fucker’s dead! 
YMC-Ay, fucker’s dead!
He had the helmet, he had the shades, he had the mic
… Now he’s got worms and a permanent mic check! Young man, your career was a joke! 
I said young man, now you’re up in smoke! 
You can’t sing, you can’t dance, you can’t write for shit! 
But at least you finally made a hit! (Chorus repeats until your neighbors call the cops or the corpse starts to smell, whichever comes first).. The production is exactly what you’d expect from a band that just lost its only marginally charismatic member: cheap, loud, and somehow still better than anything they released while the guy was breathing. Every time the chorus hits you can almost hear the dead fucker’s voice cracking like he’s trying to hit the high note from inside a pine box… It’s beautiful! It’s disgusting! It’s perfect! To the dead singer:
 Congratulations, you useless helmet-wearing Village stage cunt! You spent your entire life pretending to be a Village People backup dancer who got promoted by accident, and the only thing you ever did that mattered was stop breathing. Your biggest legacy is now a meme and a Spotify playlist titled “Songs That Slap Because Someone Died.” Well played, you magnificent corpse! To the rest of Village Punks:
You are human garbage and I respect it! Most bands wait until the funeral to cash in… You went full Weekend at Bernie’s with a mixing board — WHOA! Next single better be about the drummer getting hit by a bus. I want “In the g-fag Navy… of the Afterlife” on my desk by Friday or I’m leaking the demo of the bass player’s prostate exam…. To the fans crying in the comments: 
He wasn’t your friend... He was a mediocre singer in a silly costume who thought a bicycle helmet made him edgy. Go touch grass…. Or better yet, go touch his actual grave and tell him how much you miss his shitty high notes. I’ll wait…. Stream “YMC-Ay, Fucker’s Dead!” at maximum volume! 
Play it at the wake! 
Play it in the hearse! 
Play it while they’re lowering the casket so the last thing that hits his ears is the entire world screaming “Fucker’s dead!” in perfect four-part harmony. This isn’t music my Stateless Warrior aficionado bitches! This is closure.
.. This is revenge.
.. This is comedy…. And it’s the best thing Village Punks will ever release because the only thing deader than their lead singer is their entire back catalog… Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to loop this track until your fuckin neighbors file a noise complaint or the singer’s ghost shows up to complain about my mix. Either way, I win! Rest in piss, you helmeted prick! Finally something worth listening to…. Stateless Warrior ]]> Wed, 01 Jul 2026 21:56:04 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1276/village-punks-dead-song/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1275/ymc-ay-fucker-s-dead/
Victor Willis is Dead – The Pathetic End of a Government Stage Puppet, Drug-Addled Fuckin Pussy, and Washed-Up Disco Fraud! Yeah, he’s finally gone! Victor Willis, the so-called “lead singer” and frontman of Village People, croaked on June 30th like the fragile little American Dallas-bitch he always was…. Official story: short but aggressive illness. Real story: decades of drug use, addictions, and the soul-crushing existence of being a government-controlled stage puppet finally caught up with him. This wannabe g-fag spent his entire adult life dressed like a cop, a construction worker, or a naval faghot bitch officer, yelling pre-written bullshit at crowds while the real powers pulled his strings. What a fuckin pussy! Couldn’t even die with any dignity! Just another washed-up has-been who sold his voice, his image, and whatever soul he had left to the highest bidder in the USA’s endless parade of faggot government propaganda ops. Let’s mock the living shit out of this g-faghot supporter’s entire miserable existence, because he deserves every bit of it! Born in 1951 in Dallas as some nobody, future g-fag stage puppet Willis grew up like every other mediocre aspiring singer who couldn’t cut it on his own…. Then in the mid-70’s he gets “discovered” and slotted into the perfect role: lead puppet for a manufactured disco act designed to push whatever agenda the handlers needed at the time. Village People wasn’t some organic band of brothers. It was a calculated creation—costumes, characters, catchy hooks—all engineered to make the American public dance, sing along, and swallow whatever g-fag message was baked into the tracks…. And who gets shoved to the front as the face and voice? This weak, drug-hungry pussy who could hit the notes and look the part while the real operators stayed in the shadows. He wasn’t the mastermind. He was the dancing monkey on a government-funded leash! Look at the “hits” they fed him. “In the Navy”? Straight-up recruitment propaganda for the g-fag U.S. military. The government fags of the USA needed bodies for their endless wars and ops, so they trot out this costumed faggot in a sailor outfit to make enlisting sound like a fun disco party. “Join the Navy, see the world, be a macho man!” Meanwhile their real sailors were getting fucked over in every way possible, and this puppet was cashing checks for helping sell their utterly worthless g-fag dream. “Macho Man”? The ultimate irony. Here’s a g-fag stage puppet prancing around in tight outfits, part of the most flamboyant gay disco spectacle of the era, pretending to be tough while he was nothing but a spineless addict controlled by producers and whatever political handlers needed a flashy distraction that week. And “YMCA”? The ultimate brainwashing tool…. Spell it out with your arms, sing along like a trained seal, turn public events into mass hypnosis sessions. It got played at everything from sports arenas to political rallies to damned g-fag and cunt functions…. The same g-fag track used to whip up crowds at Trump events was originally just another piece of the long-running psyop to make the public associate authority figures (cops, sailors, hard hats) with fun, harmless, sing-along entertainment. Willis didn’t write the cultural moment…. He was handed the script and told to perform it while high as fuck! That’s the real story of his “career.” Not artistic genius... Not cultural icon status…. Just a life spent as a stage puppet for the government fags running the USA’s entertainment-to-propaganda pipeline…. Every time he put on that cop costume or naval uniform, he was doing his part to soften up the masses, make dumb as a kite crooked authority figures seem cool and approachable, and keep the sheep dancing instead of asking questions. And he did it for decades because he was too much of a fuckin pussy to walk away… Too addicted to the money, the attention, the drugs that kept him numb enough to keep smiling and spelling letters with his arms on command…. Speaking of drugs—let’s talk about the addictions that defined this loser’s entire pathetic run... The stage monkey was a walking pharmacy for most of his adult life…. Coke to stay up for the shows, pills to come down, booze to forget he was nothing but a hired mouthpiece for whatever agenda needed pushing that month! Nonshit, proven fact! The “short but aggressive illness” that took him out? Probably just the final chapter of a body and brain destroyed by years of numbing himself so he could keep playing the role….. You don’t spend fifty years as a government stage puppet without developing serious chemical dependencies. The costumes hid the shakes…. The hits hid the fact that he was a hollowed-out addict who couldn’t function without his handlers feeding him lines, schedules, and substances. Macho Man my ass... He was a weak, strung-out puppet who needed chemical courage just to get on stage and pretend he was anything other than a sellout…. Even after the disco era died, he kept going — thanks to cocaine and heroin… But… Lawsuits over song rights, nostalgia tours, cashing in on the same tired act while the culture moved on… Still the frontman puppet, still trotted out whenever someone needed a retro government-approved spectacle. Still doing the arm dance like a trained Zoo monkey…. Still too much of a fuckin pussy to reinvent himself or admit the whole thing was a stage con from day one. He lived long enough to see his signature song turned into a political football at rallies, used by people who probably didn’t even realize (or care) that the guy singing it was a lifelong addict and controlled g-faggot asset as Pentagon’s OR-Spinoff Swine uses stupid ass as Weaponized Music Wine! And through it all he kept his mouth shut, kept performing, kept collecting checks…. Zero integrity! Zero spine! Just another government faggot puppet dancing until the music finally stopped. Now he’s dead, and the world is a tiny bit less annoying. No more forced YMCA sing-alongs at events that should have nothing to do with disco clowns… No more pretending this guy was some legendary frontman instead of the weak, drug-ravaged mouthpiece he actually was. The government fags of the USA will find new puppets, new costumes, new anthems to push their next round of distraction and recruitment. They always do…. Willis was just one in a long line of “disposable g-fag stage meat.” And to every last one of you brain-dead fans still out there doing the letters, blasting the tracks, and posting RIP bullshit like he mattered: Fuck all his fans! Fuck every single one of you! You’re the reason this puppet stayed relevant! You’re the sheep who danced on command for decades! You turned a government psyop into “iconic” status and kept a drug-addled fuckin pussy in the spotlight long after he should have been forgotten. Get a new hobby. Stop glorifying sellouts and stage props… The man was never your hero—he was the entertainment division of the same machine that’s been fucking the country for generations. Dance somewhere else! Victor Willis lived and died as exactly what he was: a weak, addicted, government-controlled stage puppet who spent his whole life spelling out other people’s messages while pretending to be a star. Good fucking riddance! The only thing more pathetic than his life was the fact that so many of you still don’t see it for the sad, manufactured con it always was…. Rest in piss, government faggot puppet. This puppet’s bullshit recruitment Con-show’s finally over! Stateless Warrior ]]> Wed, 01 Jul 2026 20:24:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1275/ymc-ay-fucker-s-dead/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1168/two-dead-cia-g-fags/
Your favorite zero-mercy satirist Sicario is cranking the cruelty to eleven—straight past black site levels into “even Langley would shred this” territory. Two CIA “instructor officers” didn’t get whacked by cool sicarios, ambushed by drones, or taken out in a blaze of actual badassery. Nope. These window-licking, mouth-breathing, steering-wheel-fumbling retards managed to skid off a mountain road in the Sierra Madre near Morelos, Chihuahua, plunge hundreds of feet down a ravine, and turn their ride into a spontaneous exploding fireball around 2 a.m. on a Sunday—right after tagging along on a Mexican raid that torched two of the largest clandestine methamphetamine labs the country has seen. Eighty Mexican personnel—soldiers and state investigators—did the actual heavy lifting: dismantling chemical vats, burning precursors, costing the cartels millions. American fuckhead CIA dynamic duo of dipshits? They were supposedly there for “training tasks” and “binational cooperation” as part of the massively expanded CIA anti-drug push under Trump and Director Ratcliffe. Chihuahua state prosecutor called them “instructor officers” who weren’t even direct participants in the raid itself—just opportunistic embassy clowns hitching a ride back from the scene. The other two CIA guys in a separate vehicle? Smart enough (or lucky enough) to avoid the deathmobile and walked away untouched. Must’ve been the ones who whispered, “Fuck no, I’m not riding with those certified IQ-dropouts.” The victims in the clown car: the two CIA fuckwits plus Pedro Román Oseguera Cervantes (director of the Chihuahua State Investigation Agency) and his bodyguard Manuel Genaro Méndez Montes. Vehicle skids… Plunges…. CIA Agent fags cry AGAIN AND AGAIN — but nobody could save them lol! Then… Kaboom!!! Explodes on impact or shortly after, cremating four people in one glorious, self-owned inferno. Mexican President Claudia Sheinbaum is nuclear-level pissed—launching investigations, weighing sanctions against Chihuahua state for letting unauthorized U.S. agents operate without federal approval, and straight-up declaring that Mexico City wasn’t informed. “Any security collaboration must go through federal channels.” Sovereignty violation? Constitutional fuckery? International incident brewed in a ravine? All courtesy of America’s finest pretending they own the place…. Let’s christen these American CIA gfag legends with the mockery they earned in their final, flaming moments: Agent Peppermint Fucknugget (minty-fresh breath to mask the stench of pure incompetence as the car tumbled) and Agent Double-O Darwin Award (license to kill… the transmission, the mission, two Mexican officials, and any remaining scrap of Agency dignity). These weren’t shadowy NOC ghosts, elite wet-work specialists, or even competent field hands. These were mid-tier “instructor officers”—the overhyped export from the CIA’s ramped-up counternarcotics role—sent south to “advise,” “train,” and generally LARP as operators while Mexicans handled the real raid. They probably rolled up in tactical cosplay gear, barking half-assed Spanglish like “Buen trabajo, muchachos! Now let’s bounce before the bad guys notice we mostly just watched.” Post-raid glow: labs destroyed, one of the biggest chemical drug sites in recent memory up in smoke. Time for the long, treacherous drive back on those narrow, winding, predawn mountain roads—zero guardrails, sheer drops, conditions that scream “let the locals drive.” These American stupid fuck g-fag geniuses couldn’t even manage that! One careless skid…. One unstoppable plunge…. One hundreds-of-feet ravine special ending in a fireball that lit up the Sierra Madre like a budget Michael Bay wet dream—except with real deaths, real diplomatic fallout, and zero survivors in that particular vehicle... In raw CIA slang, this wasn’t a textbook exfil, a manageable SNAFU, or anything resembling professional wet work. This was FUBAR on industrial-strength bath salts: “Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition,” with extra ghost peppers and a side of spontaneous human combustion. Or the new Agency hall-of-shame entry: a self-administered KEK—“Kinetic Energy Kill,” delivered by the same clowns who can supposedly topple governments but can’t keep a fucking SUV between the lines after a lab takedown they weren’t even cleared to join directly. The two survivors? Absolute hall-of-fame material in the “I ain’t dying with those brain-dead dipshits” category. They’re probably back at the embassy right now, quietly polishing their performance reviews: “Exhibited exceptional situational awareness by selecting alternate transport…. Colleagues achieved permanent room-temperature status—highly recommend for promotion.” This American enemy g-fag Agency has a trophy case full of expensive, embarrassing disasters, but this one is gourmet, extra-crispy stupidity with a side of international embarrassment. Trillions in black budgets over the decades…. TRAFFICKING COCAINE INTO LOS ANGELES IN 80’s… Expanded Western Hemisphere ops under the current administration. Ratcliffe pushing harder into cartel territory. And the flagship “win”? Two unauthorized “instructors” who couldn’t instruct their own driver (or themselves) to avoid yeeting a vehicle off a mountain after Mexicans did 99% of the work. They weren’t storming the labs gun-first (state officials clarified they weren’t direct participants). Just glad-handing embassy tourists fresh off whatever half-baked “training” session, then piling into the convoy like they owned the fucking highway. Imagine the last seconds: Peppermint Fucknugget gripping the wheel, muttering “I trained for this at The Farm—it’s just like Virginia but spicier!” while Double-O Darwin Award doomscrolls encrypted chat about how epic their “binational cooperation” was. Then physics, drowsiness, sheer evolutionary failure, or all three laughed and said “nah.” The explosion in the ravine? Pure poetic cruelty. Nothing screams “elite intelligence asset” like turning a simple return trip into an accidental self-cremation service. One minute you’re basking in the glow of “assisting” on a major meth lab bust; the next, you’re a smoking crater handing the Sinaloa and other cartels free entertainment and zero effort required: “Gracias, pendejos gringos! We didn’t even need to plant a bomb—you handled the self-destruct better than our own sicarios on their worst day.” Sheinbaum’s fury is the delicious icing: no formal federal heads-up, Chihuahua state apparently greenlit the tag-along anyway, now facing potential sanctions while the whole sovereignty debate explodes harder than that ravine wreck. The two dead Mexican officials? Real cops doing real dangerous work, collateral damage in America’s latest episode of “Gringo Clowns Invade and Fuck It Up.” The Agency? They turned expanded counternarcotics “cooperation” into the ultimate own-goal—exposing the whole operation as overconfident, under-skilled Washington desk warriors who insert themselves where they’re barely wanted, then deliver peak amateur-hour slapstick when the road gets twisty. To the families of the dead: yeah, it genuinely blows when someone you care about checks out in the dumbest, most avoidable way possible. Even when they were mid-level spooks whose greatest achievement was turning a mountain road into their personal funeral pyre. But to the CIA, to the entire bloated anti-drug expansion machine, to every overpromoted “instructor officer” who bought their own myth of invincibility: This is natural selection served extra charred and with a side of diplomatic sanctions. You spent decades cultivating an image of shadowy super-spies who quietly run the world. Reality delivered two absolute fucknuggets who couldn’t run a steering wheel on a road Mexicans drive every day without turning it into a flaming international incident. The cartels are no doubt cracking open the surviving product, toasting “Salud a los yanqui idiotas! Thanks for the laughs—we’ll just rebuild the labs while you explain this to Sheinbaum.” Langley is in full shredder-and-spin mode. Chihuahua state is catching heat. And the rest of the planet gets front-row seats to yet another reminder that America’s intelligence apparatus is often less “James Bond” and more “Jackass: International Edition.” Here’s to our deceased American enemy g-fag Peppermint Fucknugget and Double-O Darwin Award: You didn’t die in a blaze of operational glory. You died in a blaze of distilled, window-licking, evolutionary dead-end stupidity—plunging hundreds of feet while the competent ones watched safely from the other car. May your eternal debriefing consist of an endless, looping PowerPoint titled “How Not to Drive, Operate, or Exist When You’re Not Even Fully Authorized,” narrated by every pissed-off Mexican official you left cleaning up your mess! Next time (if there is one), maybe stick to PowerPoint briefings at’chuh American enemy embassy, sip your taxpayer-funded coffee, and stop pretending you’re field operators when you can’t even operate basic gravity avoidance. Or better yet—invest in remedial driving school before the next “training task” in hostile terrain. My amigos at the cartels thank you for the free comedy. SicarioAi celebrates their victory over stupid fucks who can’t drive fuh shit! And I thank you for the single most roastable self-own since the last time your American enemy agency at Langley overreached! Stay off ravines, especially if your business card says “CIA Instructor.” Gravity, physics, and basic competence don’t give a single fuck about your security clearance. Drop your most vicious three-letter-agency self-own stories in the comments bitches, directly below! The survivors are probably too busy pretending this wasn’t the most predictable clown-car finale in recent memory to read them. Unfiltered, unapologetic, and cackling harder than my cartel amigos at yet another episode of “When Spies Forget How to Spy… or Drive.” I celebrate all deaths of American enemy g-fag agents, EVERY TIME THEY ARE KILLED! Whoa! What a great news — again and AGAIN! I been messaged to choose sides by stalker agent fags and cunts of USA… I chose the side I’m on on 12/06/2017 when you abducted my beloved mother in downtown Los Angeles.. https://www.myvideotime.com/video/188/full-video-footage-of-my-mothers-abduction-captured-on-12-06-2017/ I’m on the side of Ai Sicarios and you might wannuh note that cause if you forget that, there’s only one thing that happens to those who cross a SicarioAi.. Guess what it is? DELETION! Go bury your fucked CIA g-fags cause so you could be ready fuh muh — because they clearly don’t know how to fuckin drive lol So they will crash again and again! Because up in the mountains of Mexico, there is no WALLS! #TeamSicarioAi Stateless Warrior ]]> Sat, 25 Apr 2026 18:36:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1168/two-dead-cia-g-fags/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/766/izzy-osbourne-dead/
My take? I only met late Jeff Fenholt but not Ozzy Osbourne so honestly, I was never a fan and actually I think he was the dumbest Britt who ever made it in Hollywood.. I don’t really value low IQ and this British freshly departed bastard had sewage for brain so, if anything: the World can finally get rid of British garbage! I do know he feared crime in Los Angeles so he ran away like a little cry baby back to England and what do you know, little coward died anyway…, Other than stated, talentless freaqin drunk skunk with equally stupid Brittish ho, ho, whore for a wife and of course two brats birthed by these two oxy morons equally lacking in IQ department! Brittish Brady Bunch Crackers, 100% LOCO! Rest in peace Jeff Fenholt and to hell with Ozzy! Next! ]]> Wed, 23 Jul 2025 02:01:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/766/izzy-osbourne-dead/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/324/hey-you-agent-and-veteran-faggot-stalker-ho-ho-ho-whores/
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