Nanking Chinatown Fake News Anniversary

--Dec 14, 2020.--

--by Special War Apology Correspondent Masahiro Sato



Hello. Today it is  Special War Apology Correspondent Masahiro Sato special report.

Today, misguided Chinaman assemble in new Tiananmen Square for fake news anniversary of 83rd anniversary of the Rape of Nanking Massacre which never happen.

Japan statistic indicate 200,000 chinamen not raped and murdered in 6 week period.

Japan statistic indicate just 4 chinamen tripped and fell on loose Tiananmen Square cobblestone and sadly die when they bump their little dog head on cobblestone. R.I.P to four chinamens. I fell your loss.

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Go home, cosplay chinaman. No Nanking Massacre. Fake news, omeeh.

Japan statistic indicate in 1937 peaceful Japan envoys arrive in Nanking to teach barbaric local dogpeople how to make rice and pottery and how to read civilise Japanese kanji. Then 4 clumsy chinamen cobblestone fall-down debacle then China comfort woman swoon at visiting Japan stud men in uniform and give into estrus desire then post-coital tobacco and Japan envoy all repair to inn for bathtime and teatime and futon goodnight teddy end of story.


Chinatown flag at half mast but Japan cock forever at full mast in Nanking. Fuck yeah baby.






China Nanking labcoat doctor release the corona bats to attack Japan again. Fuck you China. Nanking Massacre was Fake News don't make me come down there again u cross-eyed little wankers.

Japanese Wartime Unit 731 Doctors Commandeer Virus-Stricken Cruise Ship.

 –Japan Today–

With a view to resuming their wartime biological experiments on live Chinese cadavers, the infamous Japanese Unit 731 doctors have today commandeered the Coronoavirus-infected cruise ship currently quarantined in Yokohama Bay.

Unit 731 was the covert base for the Japanese military to conduct gruesome medical experiments on live Chinese subjects during WWII. The very existence of the Unit was categorically denied by the Japanese government until as late as 1998.

“FFFFFFUUUUCKKKK YEEEEAAAHHHHH YOU BATFUCK CUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNTTS.”
The Unit 731 Crew seen here boarding the SS Coronavirus cruise ship in Yokohama Bay.

“I am fucking elated!” said Dr Kitano Masaji, current Professor Emeritus of Tokyo University Medical School and former Unit 731 Director of Sub-Zero Bubonic Bumcrack Activities.

“I can hardly wait to sprint from cabin to cabin looking for live chinamen into whom I can shove my turkey baster laden with bubonic fleas!” shrieked Dr Kitano. “Right up the fucken clacka baby! Hold still you wang fuck, this won’t hurt a bit! For fucks sake, hold still you batsoup-mad cunthead!”

“Hold my turkey-basters you cunts, I need to knock one out right fucken now.”
–Dr Kitano.

Dr Ryoichi Naito, current head of The Green Cross blood bank and former Head Doctor of Unit 731’s infamous Facial Bonesaw Division added “this is the greatest day of my motherfucking life since 1945. Finally we get to resume our crucial scientific research on the live chinamen. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide this time, you batfucking chumps! Look buddy, I’m 107-years old, how do you think I still look 55? Live chinamen embryo grafts! Once a fucking week for the last 70 years! My cryogenic freezer is running dangerously low though and it is motherfucking perfect timing with this dead duck cruise ship just sitting here, stuck right here in Yokohama Bay, full of chinese mongrels just sitting there waiting to be sawn up, skullfucked, bled dry, and then eventually executed and deep-frozen. God bless We the Chosen Sons of Yamato!”

“COMFORT WOMAN CORPSE
ALL UP ON MY COCK, BABY!

–Dr Naito.

Shirō Ishii, Unit 731 Director, co-founder of Japan’s first blood bank in 1951 and Japan’s current Tenured Minister of Health stated “I too am now 107 years old and with a dwindling supply of cryogenically stored chinamen placentiii to keep me alive. I greatly look forward to boarding that fat fuck ship and resuming the bubonic plague arse-basting and frozen erection carving and live subject skull-drilling and all sorts of other crucial medical experiments purely conducted for the benefit of We, the uniquely pure and harmonious Japanese race.”

“Oh SHIIIIIT, you could use my goddamn stiffy as a rudder for this stupid fucken tugboat, GET ME ON THAT MOTHERFUCKING SHIP RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

-Dr Ishii.

Japan demands A-Bomb apology from President Trump

 –TOKYO–

Japan has urged President Trump to apologize for the U.S. atomic bombings when he visits Japan next. The Commander-In-Chief visited Japan just recently but declined to issue a formal written apology for a-bombing Japan’s nutsacks back to the motherfucking Stone Age a few years back.

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“FUCK YOUUU GAIJIN TRUMP,
WHERE IS MY WAR SORRY?”
–local MP Mr Kamei.

“Japan Army, I mean, Japan Friendly Aid Unit, was working their way through Asia in 1940’s, spreading good cheer and food parcel” said Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, “when suddenly, in 1945, news comes through from back home that violent war criminal americans have dropped murderous and potentially lethal atomic bombs all over our mum’s dogs nuts. What the fuck, USA? Cock is meat murder all over our groin gristle.”

“Which one of you big-nosed gaijin freak war criminal terrorist cocksuckers is the Trump? ANSWER ME.”

“There we were, 1945, minding our own business” continued Abe, “having a good old sing-a-long in Burma, Japanese tea brewing on campfire, live chinaman roasting over an open fire, when hello, we get news from home that ballsacks have gone nuclear, testi’s are radiation glowing all over the town, dicks are on fire, and bumcracks are melting all up and down the main drag. What the fuck, USA? Give peace a chance!”

…therefore, here in makeshift Japanese Hague, I today pronounce that you are all GUILTY of war crime against Japanese Imperial Army I mean Japanese Imperial Aid Unit.”

“Just working our way through Manchuria” continued Abe, “giving aid to needy dogbreed ching-chong citizens, handing out free chopsticks to those smelly cross-eyed rickshaw motherfuckers, instructing them on the finer points of Japanese bukkake queue etiquette, when, what the fuck USA, a blinding light in the sky and suddenly Code Red, mum’s cock has gone thermonuclear. What the fuck, America? If you want complimentary chopsticks, just ask for the fucken things!”

“We stop by with free complimentary chopsticks for friendly Pearl Harbour barbeque in 1940’s and you repay us 4 years later with nuclear detonation? What the fuck, America? SAY SORRY 4 WARRR.”

“My Grandfather Kishi and Uncle Tojo were having a peaceful game of mahjong in parlour” continued Abe, “when suddenly bright nuclear burst and grandfather and uncle are both whisked off to War Tribunal Committee and strung up by their nuts before sundown. For what, America? For what! Are you implying Uncle Tojo cheated at mahjong? He was man of honour! Trump USA must apologize not only for A-Bomb murders but also apologize for impeaching honour of Uncle Tojo as serious mahjong competitor.”

“Drinks and refreshments will be served in the foyer afterwards. Thank you.”

WE ARE THE GUNSTON SS CORONAVIRUS UNIT 731 CLEAN-UP CREW.

Gidday valued passengers, WE ARE THE GUNSTON SS CORONAVIRUS UNIT 731 CLEAN-UP CREW.

When the Unit 731 boys recently commandeering your SS Coronavirus cruise ship in Yokohama Bay https://spraguedawley.com/japanese-wartime-unit-731-doctors-commandeer-virus-stricken-cruise-ship/ they needed someone to clean up the mess of distended limbs and howling experimental fuckups and that’s when they called in the best name in the clean-up business: GUNSTON.

So, if you’re on the ship and reading this then bust out those wallets and purses you stingy old rich wankers and get fucken shopping! Your life could depend upon it!

BUY OUR SHIT!

Dead? Alive? Give the simpering sook a poke with this pronged thingie and find out.

50 bucks. O.N.O.

Decontamination Unit and adjacent paddling pool.

10 bucks.

Portable DJ rig. For entertaining dying passengers. The loud music also serves to help drown out the last breathless cries for help from really completely fucked-up passengers.

Free. (it sounds like shit.)

Want to cop a feel of some half-dead old biddy? Slip on this Doc’s robe and you’ve got the perfect alibi.

10 bucks. Ya pervy cunt.

Alleviate the misery of the surrounding death and despair by having a huff on this laughing gaHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

50,000 bucks. O.N.OHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

“Penetration team?” You’d be a rude pervy fucker!

Even wheezing dying fuckers like a letter from the postie.

5 bucks a letter.

Emergency beer silo. Half-dead? Get on the piss!

$8,000.

Relieve the tension aboard your shrieking ship of death by donning this comically stupid party costume! Bloody hilarious! Life of the party!

Dead cunt? Bag it and tag it, Danno.

Charge it to the cadaver’s card! Hahaha

Has the old fucker in your cabin gone and carked it? Give him the send-off he deserves!

Enough space in there for 1 dead cunt to stretch his legs out all cosy-like.

If the bloke’s just in bits after the Unit 731 boys had a burl this unit will hold up to 130 kg of assorted loose limbs.

10 bucks.

3 dead cunts.

3 for 1, ten bucks.

Perfect alibi to pickpocket half-dead pricks.

Are those dying screams really getting on your tits? This will shut her up!

200 bucks.

Tripping over limbs? Chuck em’ in here!
(doubles as budget-price beer silo)

2 bucks.

Or, special deal, 5 for 10,000 bucks.

Righto, that’s all the shit we’ve got at the moment, we’ll see you soon!

Fuck the rest, buy the best, GO GUNSTON!

Masahiro Sato’s Guide to War Memorials of Obihiro

 Harlo.

My name is Masahiro Sato.

Korekara, It is Guide to War Memorials of Obihiro.

Dull Japan worker of today can only dream of heroic death on plains of Obihiro.

A chinaman facial hello to the bayonet here, a small child rape behind a pond there.

These are only 2 fantasy that get Japan today Japan salary man thru today working day today.

Obihiro Plain. It is pastoral scene to close eyes and recline into idyllic daydream centred around the stabbing of chinaman’s faces off.

It is War Memorial.

It is bittersweet for we Japanese to remember The War.

Bitter, because we Japanese lost.

Sweet, because there was death.

Today, the Obihiro Plain is fertile.

Some say it is thanks to human fertilizer of Chinese skulls.

Those days are over. Chinese skulls have long since leached down, through soil, and through bedrock, and into hell.

Tank tracks show area is untouched since final Japanese Panzer Division rolled through in 1948 to run down and polish off last slowly-limping Chinese rickshaw coolie I mean militant insurgent.

Obihiro Unit 731 Chinese Research Centre is mound in centre. At night it was boredom so researchers set captive Chinamen free and watch elated chingchong flee into next-door forest and run comically face-first into many trees. It was night and Chinamen were all permanently blind after acid eyewash experiments all day.

It is funny if you laugh.

Gahh, fucking Prius, move those trees, I’m going t

From left-to-right “Blood”, “Bone” and “Dick”.
















My House:

No windows? A working chimney? Ice daggers?

Next slide please.


























Inside Obihiro’s Unit 731 Chinaman Rectal Probe Anal Expansion Division.

Yes, it still looks exactly the same as it did on its last day of operation…

…August the 8th, 1982.

Dung-stained turnips, retrieved from the arses of screaming Chinaman.

Yes, these are last sturdy remnants of proud Japan warrior spirit.

And now the rich chinaman tourist come, with their skulls still attached to their brains, to see a stupid fucking turnip.

WFT.

And now, in cruel and vicious irony, we proud Japanese warriors work, work like chinese fucking black dog slaves, to polish turnip, polish a each fucking turnip, one by one, one fucking sorry sad fuckign turnip at a time, in tearful, frozen-cock, no money, dead economy slave labour camp condition, for resale to fuckking Chinaman tourist.

Fuck my life and thank you for reading.

–Masa.