The French Police Once More Get Their Men, Just Like That!
A few months back, when we were being exposed to the gruelling saga of those Champions Of Free Speech – as long as it was not anti-Jew – at the offices of Charlie Hebdo, I had already started to yawn and stretch, when it was explained that the pair of gunmen, had run up the street, clutching their Kalashnikovs, to the office entrance, only to find it was secured with an entry code. Luckily, a woman came walking along, saw their plight and tapped in the code for them.
The pair then ran inside and to their surprise and joy, all of the guilty men were sat around a table, wondering who to abuse in their upcoming edition.
The Kouachi Brothers – it was indeed the accused pair of villains, I suppose – whipped out a list of the guilty and called out the first name, Charb, and up he stood. Wolinsky etc. They then left, leaving the Cops with no way of tracking them down.
That is always the problem for the Police, it takes time to do finger touch searches, in your “scene of the crime” suit looking for clues, because random crimes are the hardest to crack.
The Kouachi’s, meanwhile raced across Paris to where I understand, another terrorist Koulibaly, was holed up in a Supermarket, outside of which he had parked his own stolen car. Along came the Kouachi Brothers and stole his car, carelessly leaving their identity cards in their own stolen car and raced off into the countryside and freedom.
But wait, despite the fact that up to that moment, nobody had a clue as to their identity, when they stopped at a service station, the server, recognised them and contacted the police, what a stroke of luck. The boys then allowed themselves to be herded into a workshop on an industrial zone, where they were wiped out, by scores of policemen dressed like this.
Merah in Toulouse, was tracked down in an even mores miraculous manner. He is said to have been identified after having sent an email to someone in response to an ad for spare parts for a scooter. The fact that his appearance did not correspond in any way with the descriptions which were provided by eyewitnesses, whom had never seen his face because it was concealed by a full-face crash helmet, was of no importance? He was after all working for the French Intelligent Service.
Strangely, should you ask anyone, which of the above photographs is Merah and which is of one of the alleged Kouachi brothers, is it my imagination or would you say they are one and the same?
Both photographs can be checked. I have used both in the past, both came up in demand for photos of each of them, at different times as they came today in response to the same search. The lower photo is actually from a clip which is available on youtube. The other comes from French television. Odd to say the least. Even their mothers couldn’t tell them apart as they say.
Merah, we were told, was cornered in his flat and as with the Kouachi’s, hundreds of cops turned up for the shoot-out. Thousands of rounds were loosed off, until eventually Merah, screaming Allahu Akbah, leapt out of the window, still shooting until a Police sniper shot him in the head.
And now we have Black Friday the 13th and more wild tales of good fortune and nerveless sleuthing by the French Police. Within minutes they were on the scene because part of the good fortune involved the ubiquitous multi-service drill, which out of the blue, just happened to have been staged on the same day, in the same Quartier of Paris.
There are already so many clips on youtube exposing dozens of irregularities in the available evidence that it is difficult to know whether it would be wisest to ignore it all. It all looks like a load of guff, right down to the Band which straight after a gig in Israel, was playing in the Bataclan theatre, which had just been bought by a Jewish property developer. It came complete with its pyramid, two columns and the Eye of Horus, on the exterior.
This is the elaborate scene which greeted the rescuers inside the Bataclan Theatre. It has been compared to this image, of the logo of Al Hayat. This has been quite deliberate been presented as the scene of a Ritual of some sort. This layout is too elaborate to have been laid by accident.
The blood on the dance-floor has quite clearly been deliberately smeared to represent something or other, which would be way out of the capabilities of a few gun-men in the dusky interior, in the heat of their murders.
It has also been suggested that the bodies, were brought to the crime scene in a lorry, already dead from pistol shots and carefully laid out on the floor.
One need only look to see that there is a serious problem with this scene.
Above we have the beautiful exterior of the Bataclan Theatre, complete with its columns and pyramid etc.
Ignoring all of the eyewitness reports, which included a piece carried by the Daily Mirror, which had obviously slipped through the censors net, explaining that it was a white man, in a black Mercedes, who was described as being built like a brick shit-house, dressed in a smart black suit, with a red scarf and a high powered rifle whom murdered diners in a restaurant and sprayed a few rounds around the local to discourage those filming on their mobile devices.
The Police at the Stade de France, where unusually for a Friday night their was a friendly match football match between France and Germany, Francois Hollande the detested President of France was in attendance. During the match, there were some bangs outside the Stade, which resulted in the match being abandoned, Hollande being dashed to safety in a helicopter and the spectators were ordered out of the terraces onto the pitch, where they wandered aimlessly around until they were released from the Stade.
What the football fans failed to understand was that outside, having been effused entry into the match, two suicide bombers had blown themselves to smithereens, very little of them remained intact, apart that is from the indestructible passports in their pockets, one an Egyptian model and the other Syrian. The rest as they say is history.
A nest of terrorists was soon destroyed in Belgium, which is is a hornets nest of International Terrorism,
The Belgian police are quite chubby chaps,
This then in some way or other, fingered a flat in Saint-Denis, which was stormed at four-thirty in the morning,
Having unloaded five thousand rounds of ammunition and countless stun grenades into a flat, without having so much as verifying who was actually in there, the police finally dug a body out of the rubble of the destroyed apartment, magically performed a genetic test and claimed it to be the Master-mind of the whole operation in Paris, Abdelhamid-Abaaoud, who looks like a lad anybody would be proud to call their son.
So here we are, already a week after these events in Paris, and I find myself living under Martial Law in France, while in Belgium, people are being advised to stay in their homes, and warnings of a bleak and bloody Christmas are already being announced, even as the man who whispers to pigs is still intent on passing control of Syria into the hands of Globalist controlled Daech, which is an essential part of the cunning plan to take control of the whole world and to kill anybody who gets in their way.
The only loose end in this bizarre saga is the fate of Salah Abdeslam whom like the boys on 7-7 in London left the scene having discovered that they had been selected to die. They were hunted down and murdered by the MI6 or some other group in Docklands. Abdeslam is the recipient of all sorts of vague accusations in the British Press, none of which can be verified. He is the last man standing out of the eight on the Police wanted list, the others, whom were clearly seen by witness would be “working for the man” I suppose.
This entry was posted on November 21, 2015 by enochered. It was filed under Political Opinion and was tagged with Bataclan Scene of Ritual, Black Friday, bo, Charlie Hebdo and the Kouachi's, Eagles of Death Metal, Toulouse and Merah.