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Paula Broadwell’s Anonymous Threats

Paula Broadwell is Anonymous

INTERNET — Paula Broadwell, embattled mistress and biographer of David Petraeus, sent threatening anonymous emails to Jill Kelley including several common threats used by the hacking collective Anonymous.

Analyst Angstrom H. Troubador suggests Paula Broadwell has the kind of access to top-secret files that Anonymous has only dreamed of until now, and commented, “She most likely leaked the really good stuff that Bradley Manning couldn’t even get to. That new TYLER program, it’s pretty slick. Anyone can get away with leaks now! That shit’s made by occultist cryptographers. Real serious business.”

[pullquote]”We are Anonymous. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect us, Jill Kelley.” ~ Paula Broadwell[/pullquote]The FBI investigation has turned up no evidence of leaks, as would be expected, but rumors have caused the Pentagon to grind to a halt, as computer experts comb through billions of wires for traces of Paula Broadwell and her threatening Anonymous communications.

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Earlier this year, around the time that Petraeus and Broadwell were breaking off their affair, Kelly began receiving anonymous emails, which she found so threatening she went to authorities. The FBI traced the messages, which have been linked to the hacking collective Anonymous, to Broadwell’s computer, where they found other salacious and explicit emails between Broadwell and Petraeus that made it clear to officials that the two were carrying on an affair.

 

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Miley Sex Bieber Psy Scandal Cancer Dies at 27

EPOXY FUMESEarlier Friday Evening, Nobody believed Miley could have sexed Psy and Bieber who gave her cancer. Then she died, and the results were released to the Internet forever.

Sex gives them the cancer. Now Miley has the cancer and she will die. Hannah Montana is dead from cancer. This is because she had sex with Psy. Justin Bieber Died from Sex with Selena ‘Cancer’ Gomez. She had sex with Psy. He had sex with Bieber.

Hannah Montana ALWAYS Hated Miley Cyrus. “That pretentious little stuck up bitch!” she once said while the cameras were still rolling. It is a viral video on youtube. If you can’t find it, that’s only because they enforced their hegemonic copyright corporation machine.

And then all the little children started rattling off insane references to Baudrillard and Foucault. “The panopticon!” they screamed, whenever their parents tried to take their pictures. “Get that simulacra machine away from us, you conniving hegemons!” Kids.

The first graders started crying loudly of the fallacy of authority, as the exasperated teacher conspired with the weaklings among them forcing a hypnotic nap session. She bought them off with ice cream and hugs. Democracy is the enemy.

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Paula “Broadwell” All In

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LANGLEY, VA. — CIA bigwig David Petraeus admitted to an extramarital affair with biography-mistress Paula Broadwell, who is now under FBI investigation for snooping through his emails. Internal documents obtained from the FBI and the Office of Senator David Vitter (R-LA) reveal that “Mrs.” Broadwell was likely employed by the notorious “D.C. Madam,” who “hung herself” in suspicious circumstances.

“Clearly,” said the embittered ex-general, who spearheaded a collaboration with Moqtada al-Sadr, “she connived her way into my pants to destroy the good name of the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency.”

“Broadwell,” which is the biographer’s racy nom de plume, is an outspoken advocate for soldiers suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSD). “There is a 30 percent increase in sex crimes among those affected by this epidemic,” “Mrs.” “Broadwell” “told” “reporters” “this summer.”

Faced with the fact that the CIA director was himself the victim of an elaborate media honeypot operation, Mr. Petraeus opined that “Mrs.” Broadwell’s body was “the ultimate weapons system–a Mayeresque wonderland.” Indeed senior Defense Department sources have confirmed to Business Insider that “Mrs.” “Broadwell” “got her claws . . . into him.”

HOLLY PETRAEUS: “I have cervical cancer.”

The general’s announcement of his resignation comes amid a time of great turmoil for his family, as his wife and veteran advocate Holly Petraeus announced her October diagnosis of late-stage cervical cancer, which her oncologist, Dr. Angstrom H. Troubadour, says is linked to a case of HPV contracted in December 2011. “This time,” said Mrs. Petraeus in tears from the front stoop of her Northern Virginia home, “David has really invaded the wrong gulf.”

“Holly has been looking at that yellow wallpaper too long and is in hysterics. How can you get HPV and be in a late-stage cancer less than a year later? What the fuck? What ‘weapons system’ did that to my wife?” asked a desperately prevaricating Mr. Petraus to a crowd of leering network journalists.

“I was just spending so much time with the troops and their families,” added Mrs. Petraeus. “I think he got suspicious, jealous.”

“The most common way of contracting HPV is from unprotected sex,” said Defense Secretary Leon Panetta, rumored to be on his way out at the conclusion of the first Obama term, adding, “So who did she get it from? The troops and their families? From Mrs. Broadwell via her husband?” The Freedom of Information Act may prevent the truth from coming out for as long as 50 years.

MoveOn.org, who in 2007 ran an anti-American ad questioning the decision to maintain a heavy troop presence to defend freedom by occupying Iraq, says that it now plans to insult the patriotic former CIA director, kicking him while he is down.