This video highlights all the different types of infiltrators.

Government plants have invaded the Occupy movement, and no, they are not just the Black Bloc vandals. These plants are screaming bloody murder about how incredibly peaceful they are as they thrash around and resist arrest. These provocateurs are doing a perfect job at ruining all the good intentions of the movement, disgracing what was once a peaceful protest. Rather than calmly sitting through arrests, provocateurs stage histrionic fits for news cameras and disgrace the otherwise peaceful protest.

Rather than broadcasting the many instances of excessive police force, the government has forced media to air these shameful “protesters” resisting arrest. These tantrums might appear to be the predictable behavior of spoiled first world middle class brats, but don’t be fooled. These are highly sophisticated agent provocateurs who know exactly how to best discredit the 99%.

1%er and Republican plant, Michael Moore, is touring from occupation to occupation, promoting his latest book and filming a new documentary. Anonymous has fired back with “#OpFatty,” threatening, and in true style, not following up with doxing of Moore. Andrew Breitbart, a Democrat plant, is feigning interest in #OpFatty because he is also a fatty and may find himself in the cross hairs of  Anonymous.

We don’t want to see these fucking homeless people congregating at Occupy events because their existence is illegal. Just like the encampments, it’s illegal. Since when is camping in public places the freedom of assembly? Shit, if you’re out of work, go find it. It’s as simple as that. Not working is illegal – it’s called vagrancy – and you have no excuse not to have a job. Get off the streets.

Now motherfuckers are getting shot, and when you bring all these homeless and mentally ill drug addicts into one area without giving them the business, that’s what should be expected. Rapes, overdoses, murders, shootings – these things are all the fault of the Occupy movement and not a symptom of a failing economy that leaves its less fortunate children to the streets. If anything, this economy gives more opportunities than any other country in the fucking world because America’s fucking great and you’d be stupid to say otherwise. Would you rather be in China? If so, get off the streets and go to China. Enjoy communism.

I mean these monkeys are out there smearing their shit into the sidewalk and fucking openly on the street. What kind of sick fucks think this is okay? This is how they demand free money from the government? Sickening. You know what these creeps are? They’re a bunch of whining uneducated kids full of first world problems. Again, get off the streets and read a book. I suggest starting with Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged.

But oh no, my bowel’s prolapsed from too much anal fucking, can you please pay for it with some Obamacare? Yeah, now waste that government money researching a cure to AIDS, which I got from my reckless and impulsive behavior. Mmmm yeah I’m getting high on this government cheese, payin’ for my medical marijuana. Obamacare’s soooo dank.

These feces deserve what they get and I don’t want my tax money wasted on their lavish entitlements. Shut it all fucking down. All we need is a military and a president to send them at our enemies (Muslims). That’s what the founding fathers imagined. Business will sort itself out. All this regulation does is waste money turning people into limp-dicked Occupy types who live off of food stamps and cry bloody murder when they aren’t handed a free sex change operation.

These Occupy fucks obviously never knew discipline as children. They were brought up in an age when spanking (necessary) was frowned upon. Now look at what’s happened. People are dying in the streets just so they can get MORE handouts from a government that’s TRILLIONS in debt.

These people are Traitors.

“I’ll go after that drug cartel and I’ll have more fucking money, glory, and pussy than a single man can handle,” he thinks. Alfred does a lot of meth. The book deal will buy him more meth to fuel his efforts in outing members of a drug cartel who are working with the Mexican government. Or perhaps he’ll just continue to make self-important videos talking about the operation. What’s the difference?

Alfred Allwyn is, in his own mind, humanity’s greatest writer. He was run out of the world’s leading cybergang after convincing the public that he was an important leader when he was not. Today, he’s come back with a vengeance. It’s just a damn shame that Alfred’s drug dealers are too afraid to do business with him.

“We’ve got the information on this bastard sent to your people. Talk some sense into him. He’ll do whatever you tell him to, as soon as you put the pressure on. We’re just as opposed to the cops as you guys are and we have no reason to white knight.” The outdated answering machine clicks and hums as it automatically rewinds. Hernando Alvarez smiles to himself. The cybergang hates this weaselly gringo as much as he does.

Alfred opens his front door, there are visitors. He ushers two enormous hispanic men into his apartment and not without hesitation. The bigger man asks for a glass of water, and when Alfred turns towards the kitchen the smaller man kicks him in the back. They are both on him, one crushing his throat with his knee and the other pinning his flailing legs to the ground.

“We’re here from the cartel. We don’t really think you’re a threat to us yet, but we were convinced by your internet friends. They really don’t like your big mouth. Open your big mouth so I can see if there’s anything of value in there.”

Alfred opens his mouth and the thug takes a careful look inside. Like lightning, the thug draws a knife and yanks a bloody tongue from the dark abscess and nonchalantly throws it behind him, accidentally hitting his partner.

The men leave with no further comments, their job finished.