Put on your yamaka, it's time for Hanukkah
So much fun-akkah to celebrate Hanukkah,

Hanukkah is the Festival of Lights,
Instead of one day of presents, we have eight crazy nights.

But when you're the only kid in town without a Christmas tree, Heres a list of
people who are Jewish, just like you and me:

David Lee Roth lights the menorah,
So do James Caan, Kirk Douglas, and the late Dinah Shore-ah

Guess who eats together at the Carnegie Deli,
Bowzer from Sha-na-na, and Arthur Fonzerrelli.

Paul Newman's half Jewish; Goldie Hawn's half too,
Put them together--what a fine lookin’ Jew! [Esus]

You dont need Deck the Halls or Jingle Bell Rock
Cause you can spin a dreidel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock--both Jewish!
[Esus]

Put on your yamaka, its time for Hanukkah,
The owner of the Seattle Super Sonic-ah celebrates Hanukkah.

O.J. Simpson-- not a Jew!
But guess who is...Hall of Famer—Rod Carew--(he converted!)

We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby,
Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish--not too shabby!

Some people think that Ebeneezer Scrooge is,
Well, hes not, but guess who is: All three stooges. [Esus]

So many Jews are in show biz--
Tom Cruise isn't, [tacit] but I heard his agent is. [Esus]

Tell your friend Veronica, its time to celebrate Hanukkah
I hope I get a harmonica, on this lovely, lovely Hanukkah.

So drink your gin-a-tonic-ah, and smoke your mara-juanic-ah,
If you really, really wanna-kah, Have a happy, happy, happy, happy
Hanukkah……. HAPPY HANUKKAH!

"The Druids taught their disciples many things about nature and the perfections of God, and that, there was only one God, the Creator of heaven and earth. One name, under which they worshiped him, was Esus or Hesus (“He," in Celtic meaning, "Lord," ) or Harits which is their name for Horus..."

~Julius Caesar from [Signs and Symbols of Primordial Man, by Albert Churchward circa 1912] [Page 186]



"He,"  -meaning, "Lord," and "Sus," being the most ancient Minoan form of, "Zeus," therefore, "Jesus," means in Celtic and Greek;

"Lord Zeus."

The word "Harits," being Sanskrit identical to, "Charits," and "Marits, Maruts," a mythical epithet for Aryas, or Aryans so the usage of it for his name means it represents him as being Aryan.  

Jesus as an Aryan.

If You can prove it, prove it wrong,
then do so here or do so in song.
If you can also, do it in verse,
then truly you'll deserve a purse.
I do not believe there will ever be,
on this point,

...a mortal man to challenge me!

Good Luck

Jesus as you hung with arms outstretched

Even as you were rejected time and time again

Somehow you loved us so much that you would give your life

Unconditional unsurpassed love would win

Sin couldn’t hold you, death had lost its power


Over and over you showed us love

Nailed on a cross between two thieves


Three days later you came back

Hell could not hold you; Heaven rejoiced

Everyone could not believe so easily


Carrying that cross to Calgary I can’t imagine

Ridiculed, beaten, ripped and torn

Our sins you took upon yourself

So that we might have new life; so that we might be:

S**AVED

i agree with all the Narcissistic benevolence
that Islam ascribes itself toward:
look at our past! the barbarians never read
Aristotle, never invented algebra,
and what not.
                          mate, you checked the
thermometer lately? idle musings of *****
in the middle east, we roamed like tight-knit
wolves - we experienced winter -
you experienced a shade -
freeze your ******* off, next time you mention
the musings of Aristotle i'll shove
a ******* pop-sickle up your **** and make
you speak carrot-stick donkey...
that's how useful you'll become,
and all that nostalgia will fade away,
given you're little brats are bringing fast cars
and even faster women to the west,
and the right in Europe only asks one question,
only one question: why is liberal media not
portraying the whole affair sensibly?
most of the migrants are men, childless...
ever hear an Imam from Baghdad?
ever? never? oh... no wonder...
they said: we'll conquer your lands with *****
attacks... i'm not even being neurotic about
women... **** me, have 'em!
i write poetry like this: i put on a mask,
and hence the thespian comes out,
juggling testicles and **** and what not...
get the Vulgate Bible out...
                       i'll teach them a thing or two...
but fair enough, never seen such an active
nostalgia thermometer -
                          it's real grand to say:
we invented this that and the other...
             you ever experienced Siberia, of the Scandinavian
climate, *******?
            no.
                           guessed as much.
likewise, i never understood the point of Las Vegas...
             more like Los Vegas and Las Angeles -
the the, here and there:           Los                 T
                                    las                    T
     vegetation and angels, respectively...
but did you ever hear the Hadith about
                the return of Jesus in Syria?
   it's a good one, it might explain something about
the civil war... so the global community said:
we'll enforce peace between a Syrian plumber
          and a Syrian grocery store owner... like
******* will... ever remember Cromwell?
        give them their own debate, stop trying to
infiltrate K.F.C. into the debate...
                      you meddle with civil war you
meddle with a really moist pile of ****...
                    don't meddle, please please, don't meddle...
we've had enough meddling in Afghanistan already,
and that really did turn out to be "progressive",
         how else to denote irony if not by ditto
of those in power?
                                 but that ****** Hadith is real,
i'm focusing on how it all started...
        it looks to me, the thing in Syria, started
with Hadith 814... that jesus descends from heaven and will be
accompanied by two angels: resting his hands
                                                     on the wings of them.
he will descend onto the white minaret,
situated in the eastern part of damascus -
                          well... that worked out just fine...
            oh don't think i'm that dumb to ignore Islamic
literature... i can verse the screws and knobs of the Koran...
              but it looks, plainly, ****-up given this
Hadith (sayings of the prophet) - look like this sorted out
all the problems in the world...
                                   never mind the Islamic reference
to east - they never say Riyadh as being east of Mecca...
for some reason they think London is the east
of Mecca... how the **** did they figure that one out,
i'm not quiet sure...
                                   and the warning against you-know-who:
let's make religion into a Harry Potter, you-know-who
as alias Voldemort - or if you believe the whole
J and Y disparity - Esus and Ahweh -
                   so Edward and Ursula sat in a tree,
  eins drei sugar sweet fry - then fünf - sexting -
        Saigon Sven (or seven) - la la la la...
but coming back: well yes, and the 21st Achilles likened
heroes: pay the gas bills... true heroes of the 21st century...
never you mind why so much philosophy was written
in warmer climates - the luxury of an environment
gave you away, secondly blessed with a lot of dinosaur
glue of black splodge - **** me, aren't we the lucky ones...
                i bet you didn't have to keep warm
back when, as of now, and now, either, did you?
                     and the greatest thing the Eskimo thought
about was an igloo -
                                          but obviously that's not
down your street of having it easy -
                 no wonder Iran shares our sentiments with
encoding images rather than words -
                        oh, by the way? this grievance against
images has already happened against words...
           ever see a word without copyright infringement
disclaimers? like, the words coca cola are as sacred as
the word allah?
                                      am i missing something?
that thing in Syria, isn't that the exact expression of
the Hadith?                                    peace on earth my ****.
                        sometimes, the best thing to do,
  is cushion certain words, grammatically speaking
concerning sanity in using them: so you don't look like
a rat on amphetamines and steroids;
                   so they're selling you the Caliphate
  whilst fighting on amphetamines, just like the Luftwaffe
  celebrating Guy Fawkes' night over east London?
    well... applause! clap clap... clap... clap.
ah! and the worthy celebration of freedom beyond
the affairs of life... by simply utilising language in the realm
       of the formidable silence;
  so did you check that thermometer of yours
         given it's December?
                                 minus 30 Celsius?
thought so... so... where's that famous nostalgic talk of
             astronomy?
                   and for all that pampering by the Nile,
you had to give us an invading force
           to counter that bright idea of yours,
   in building us the pyramids: or a massive stock of stone
with only three rooms in it - oh i heard,
      you mutilate female genitalia because your men
can't compete with the libido of Egyptian sphinxes.