I was both skating with Germans and Americans. Some Germans knew, but not all. The Germans are jelousy driven and also the Israelis among them recognised me as a JewNigger, a native, a real human way of both Aryian supremacy or super secular Zionism aka fake Jewdaism for Shoha Business (Finkelstein).
Germans looking at me thought what I did was easy and simple, because I did it. The Native for both. They are superior and therefore in all aspects. Here they were especially arrogant, TheGermans.
Obviously, I never hesitated when one of them asked to have a try and became even more eager when I asked them if they did some Judo. So, some even managed to verticalise the Skateboard hurting themselves even more, while most of the Gangsters fell off as soon as having both feet on the deck.
German Skaters all have super stiff axels and broken bearings.
I always made sure to have both hands at the deck when starting with conversations with skate fashion posers like:
How many stairs? You? Well. One, maybe two, then dangerous, let it be, dont' do it, leathel...??
I had back than no time to really understand to which larger Gang operating in the Valley among the Germans they belonged passed those very view surrounding me directly beyond keeping cover, which was usually BND and BKA or CIA contractor.
By now I understand that they will prefer violence over a peaceful solution.
The Valley, I and the Americans called Hell's Kitchen, must be the CIA guarded GeStaPo HQ assembled by former SS KZ Wardens from both 4te Armee and Leibstandarte, a very special Lebensborn. From here almost all war crimes during Cold War must have been planned in cooperation deep across the Iron Fence being the actual head of CIA, StaSi, Securitate, MI5 and MI6, BND, Mossad, all having Clandestine Devisions being a Secret Service among the Secret Services.
Fucking James Bond world... full of Low Lifes bottom line level, Die Hard Nazis.
Let's give 'em Tarmac, Tarmac Jungle. Hrd to Kills first, please. #provos #terroristgangs #undergroundwars
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