Farfour's List

By Nathan Payne | pablosmoglives | 11 Nov 2023

“But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it
were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck,
and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.”
Matthew 18:6


The Children of Farfour have reached the age of accountability.  Fighting-age Farfourians populate occupied Disneyland like a militant disease.  Against their will, they've had to cheat on their exams, because the Jews ate their homework.

Farfour's dramatic shrieking is like a dagger in the heart.  He's so distraught, my heart implodes like a crumpled-up paper bag when I hear his cries of despair.  The producers of the show were probably just trying to make him sound like Mickey Mouse, since they used the Mickey visual aesthetic, but Farfour sounds like someone for whom life is completely unbearable, and who must be violently avenged.  Farfour has the vocal timbre of a victim of trauma-based mind control, a sad, neglected child who has been abused, forgotten, and unloved.

How deeply and profoundly brutal.  If the disconsolate weeping over his grandfather's dead body weren't unbearable and inappropriate enough, we are also forced to watch our hero take a beating from a Zionist interrogator.  And we are treated to yet another hint as to what the leftists and jihadis have in common.  A complete and total disregard for the innocence of children.  What's worse, physical abuse at the hands of the wicked octopus state that will annihilate you, or sexual abuse in the form of a grown man flashing his junk at you at the library?

Hard to say, but I think watching your mother blow herself to smithereens for the glory of the demon-god Allah might be worse than both.  As long as your innocence is destroyed.

That's the main thing.

I have real sympathy for the children of Gaza, after watching these videos.  They really don't have a chance.  Their only hope is to be "martyred" by their abusers before they reach the age of accountability, so they can go to Heaven.  If they become old enough to understand what they are doing, and have a deep-seated brokenness for the stuffed animals that have been martyred for the glory of the demons that consumed their childhood, which causes them to follow the path to hell laid out for them by the producers of this show, they're doomed.


"The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful
men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken
away from the evil to come.  He shall enter into peace:"
Isaiah 57:1-2


What a nightmare.  What an absolute nightmare.  My parents would have never let me watch a show in which Kermit the Frog was beaten by an interrogator, or in which Miss Piggy strapped herself with explosives so as to decolonize Sesame Street from the Zionist oppressors.  We always wondered what Oscar the Grouch's lair looked like; no one would have ever dreamed that his garbage can was the entrance to a network of tunnels used to smuggle weapons and supplies to a bunch of genocidal "freedom fighters."

Et tu, Oscar?


My parents would never have subjected us to traumatic mind control like that.  No drag queens would have ever flashed their junk to us from a bombed-out Sesame Street strewn with decolonized rubble.  In fact, my parents got mad because the Lone Ranger used a bad word in the feature-length film that came out in 1981.  They were looking forward to taking us to see an archetypal figure of virtue and justice that they'd grown up on.  To see him use a bad word on someone was beyond abhorrent to them.  My dad was really angry about it.

Looking back, I appreciate that.  But to revisit the Lone Ranger's moral code is to revisit the code of the jihad, wrapped in the explosive vest of individual rights.  If you convert the First 10 Amendments to the Constitution into sticks of dynamite, you can ride a silver horse into a synagogue on Sesame Street while wearing a Mickey Mouse suit to liberate the Children of Farfour from the Hebrewaic octopus that has its tentacles in every aspect of society.  I didn't even know the "Lone" Ranger had an official creed.  But according to Wikipedia, the Collectivist Ranger actually believed


"That men should live by
the rule of what is best
for the greatest number.

That sooner or later...
we must settle with the world
and make payment for what we have taken."


"The rule of what is best for the greatest number?"  Why is he always riding alone, or with his one Indian friend?  "Make payment for what we have taken?"  Meaning what?  Some kid's lunch money, or the land?  Who wrote this crap?  Gene Roddenberry?

Can somebody please pour concrete in some of these rabbit holes?  Why must the enemy build rabbit holes under hospitals, where it's ostensibly unethical to find them?  Has it become necessary to exhume the white, Zionist rabbit, so that we might immolate his corpse on the bonfire of the culture of the world?

If Oscar the Grouch is indeed guarding the tunnels of Hamas, which lead to the Warsaw Ghetto, where Amon Goeth is preparing to execute Farfour while the white, Zionist oppressor mocks him from the sidelines,


Perhaps we should be glad that at least none of them are drag queens.  The deeper we go, the more ridiculous it becomes.  Clearly, the rabbit holes used to smuggle ideological absurdity and trauma-based abuse into the homes of Palestinian children extend from Gaza City to Warsaw, Berlin, and even Hollywood, where the Lone Ranger waits to sodomize the individual rights of anyone who's ever been to Disneyland.  So whatever you do, before you start distributing self-righteous indignation like some kind of sewer-based largesse, re-watch Schindler's List, understand that Anti-Semitism is a spirit and that Hamas is possessed by it, and that they've brainwashed their children to hate people and die.  Remember that the Jews are not a caricature, and that the children of Gaza are victims of trauma-based mind control.  And while we're perusing the menu of irreconcilable ideologies in the rabbit holes of the matrix, buried under the hospitals of Gaza, let's start with a couple appetizers.  Hmmm, let's see.  What are we in the mood for...  How about "Remember Building 7," and "Epstein didn't kill himself."

Certainly, sir.  Pretty hardcore appetizers.  Who knows what is truth, and what is lies?  Certainly not the waiter dancing around the bonfire in the ghettos of occupied Disneyland.  Perhaps Farfour's dead grandfather, or the white, Zionist rabbit.  Who knows?  Is the Matrix telling our brains that our warring ideologies are juicy and delicious?  Does the main course even appear on the menu?  Or has it been memory-holed, incinerated with the Jews at Auschwitz, or the child martyrs on Farfour's List?

Man, I don't even know.  Shall we have another glass of whatever intoxicants we've been able to distill from the liquidated ghettos of our enemies while we decide?

Wine, perhaps.  Or everlasting death, as the case may be.

Thanks for listening.

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Nathan Payne
Nathan Payne

I am a songwriter and bandleader who travels the world in search of the golden ticket.


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