I Had a Cat Named Rothschild.
I had a cat named Rothschild. I brought him some fish from the market. He ate and ate and ate until he looked like he was ready to explode. His tummy was as round as a little pumpkin. He wanted it ALL-no sharing with the other kitten who he growled at. His little sister kitty looked at him in distress. She wanted some fish too! She didn’t get any fish. He ate so much fish he got diarrhea (I had fried it.) and diarrhea spurted out against the wall as he was not able to make it to the kitty litter box. I had to clean up the shit mess Rothschild made. That was the last time Rothschild got FISH. This is the way the Rothschild’s are about MONEY & Control. See below. And they leave economic shit messes in every country they screw with.
ALL ZIONISTS!