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What follow are to be considered transcriptions of spoken word pieces that I would have delivered in a physical theater. You will also find video and audio pieces here.

This show has been roughed out years in advance, and material delivered as its time approached. There is an arc to this show. For that reason, posts --that is, pieces-- should be read in order, from older to newer. So if you've been absent for a bit, scroll all the way down and read upward.

Please remember that this is not a free show. This is the professional undertaking of a professional comedian who bet the farm on making this a going concern. Just because it is possible to steal my property does not mean that you may. If you go to the farmer's market and the man is away from his table, you are nonetheless obligated to put your money into the shoebox labeled "Put money here." My personal friends are exempted from buying their tickets, as well as those who may not be able to afford to buy a ticket. Everyone else is morally and legally obligated to buy a ticket if they partake of even, say, a dozen pieces of mine per year. Duck outside my theater for a cigarette as often as you like, but you didn't get in here in the first place without buying your ticket at the box office. The cost is $100 per person, per year. There is no law enforcement discount. There is no news media discount. No one gets a discount, unless you honestly don't have the money. (And to my law enforcement patrons: Even in Lenny Bruce's day, cops had to buy their tickets before they could get into his theater to jot their notes. Jot away, but if you are not here to arrest me or to shut the place down, then you are here covertly. If that is the case, then you are passing as ordinary patrons. If that is the case --and it is-- then you buy your tickets just like regular customers.)

Thank you for coming.

--Chris

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This is the product safety sticker that accompanies all my speech:

There was a Pratt and Whitney JT9D 7-series compressor recovered from Murray Street in New York on 9-11, the precise identification of which is detailed in the Capta Brightstick Document. That incompatible engine hardware precludes Flight 175's presence at the scene of the crime and indicts the jurisdiction known as United States as criminal. If you are a member of a grand jury or jury, or if you are a judge, and if this product safety sticker has been removed from whatever speech of mine may have been presented to you, it is because the prosecutor is pulling a fast one on you and doesn't want you to know that the federal government auto-executed itself in a grand ceremony for all to see. Please have a nice day.

Updated legalese, added 11/1/2012 on the occasion of realizing that every time I go to court, Madame Prosecutor is forever waving around my intellectual property contained herein, content to use my words against me without having the decency to buy her ticket to my show. Well, here's something you can wave around: "I, Christopher King, do hereby plead guilty to whatever it is that Madame Prosecutor may allege. I'm rotten to the core and I secretly make fun of the judge all the time. As a result, I --and here these are my words, the words of the prosecutor and not of Mister King-- I have luscious melon breasts and I think the judge is the worst thing ever to happen to the court. You hear me, judge? That's right. I, Madame Prosecutor, secretly hate you and I think your rulings blow. I would like the record to reflect that Mister King is well hung and I ache for his tender ministrations. I suck, the prosecutor's office sucks, the judge sucks, and Mister King is a national treasure despite his plainly stating that he is guilty of all allegations that may ever be made. He plainly confirms that he is a dangerous terrorist. There. Let the record try to sort out who is who in this statement."

http://youtu.be/rJDztqCG91g

"Ta da! Behold Assclown Jurisdiction United States!"

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Friday, April 19, 2013

This is becoming like that movie "Enemy of the State."

Here is what's going on to the best that I see it:

Craft International was hired by someone in the executive branch to participate in a drill. Their job was to carry backpacks. They were not involved in the bombing. They likely believed in good faith that they were doing a drill.

There were to have been real bombs, planted by someone else. Craft was there to provide the drill-like atmosphere that would make backpacks appear ubiquitous.

This person of interest that Obama spirited off was likely the intended patsy. That didn't go so well. At this point the operation is falling apart. The executive branch and the Boston police are in damage control mode. They have no patsy and the public is on to them and heard with their own ears that there was a drill.

So their Plan B is to convert the drill participants (Craft) into their new perps, especially since these Craft guys can attest that they were hired to participate in a drill. Boston police and Deval Patrick both deny there was a drill (which Craft can attest to.) Officials deny the drill which was plainly evident. Officials thus indict themselves by denying the obvious.

Obviously these Craft guys have to be labeled the perps and gotten rid of.

The police have orders to kill these Craft guys on sight.

This was a false flag commissioned by the executive branch, and it has now completely blown up.

This leads right back to the Office of the President. There's your terrorist, right there. Means, motive, opp.

Going forward, I suggest that the FBI completely ignore that Mossad chief who is here to help you. His job is to salvage this completely ruined false flag, not to find the perps. Israelis were likely involved anyway.

This is my assessment, which I give a 90% confidence rating.

Read infowars for the best info. Ignore all papers, TV. Listen to Alex Jones radio show today.

(And I will now officially accept my Secret Service welcome packet or I will take my firearms out of storage. Your choice.)

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