The darkness has returned. Suffocating. Shadows confine my breath to a claustrophobic panic. There is no one there, yet the silence offers a deafening roar. Taunting. Begging for blood. A rhythmic chant to end the chaos. Will tonight be the night that I silence to howling winds that stir the ashes of madness?
Love was always someone else's lie. A thief of hearts. A stealer of dreams. Warm lips offered a promise of truth. Cold steel offers the truth of a promise. No more lies.
I have a question for the Texas psychology ethics committee.
How often do you overlook a married woman sleeping with a married man while she is supervising him getting his LPC license. And said forty years old man is also cheating on his wife with a seventeen year old?
I am just curious. I sent letters, emails, and other correspondence, as well as phone recordings between the two. It was all ignored.
This is far from over. I will take it as far as I have to. I will bring down your board if necessary.
15 years ago, money gave them the advantage. Now, time has tipped in my favor.
I once knew a boy who was eight years old. He existed in the murky, unsettling waters of a nightmare. He was ugly, scrawny, and stayed to himself. He was beat up on a daily basis because he was white. As he grew, he failed to realize why his skin color was a curse.
He loved history. The tales of the Arabian Nights. King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. He believed in love and heroes. His aspiration was to become a hero. He knew he would spend his life trying to help people.
One day, he was at his nanny's house. All the other kids were younger than him, so he was allowed to stay up and help the nanny prepare snacks.
Aunt Coot went outside to hang up close on the clothes line. He heard a noise from one of the back rooms of the house. He went to investigate. Two teenage black boys were doing something to a younger black girl. She looked over at him and started pushing the two boys away, telling them to stop. Even though they were bigger than him. He thought this was his chance to be a hero. He jumped in the room and told them to leave her alone. He did not realize they had no clothes on.
The two boys turned their attention to him. They jumped on him and dragged him to the floor. The young girl walked by and kicked him and called him a stupid white boy. Midway through their physical and sexual assault Aunt Coot returned. She had a broom in her hand and started beating one of the boys. The assaulted boy grabbed the brick that was holding the door open and hit the other attacker in the head. Aunt Coot gave him a little checkup and doctored him up a little. She apologized profusely. She asked him if he could not tell anyone. She told him that child sitting was her source income. She was very poor.
He mentioned it to one other adult and was told not to say anything because it would divide the town. He kept it to himself for years.
That little boy was me.
And there began my infatuation with death and suicide.
I don't want your fucking pity. I'm just letting you know why I stand where I do, protecting children.
Finally, the long drive was over. Detective P. Bear pulled into the cheap hotel where he had tracked the killer. It was going to be a long night.
I have a great idea. Let's keep fighting over the past and destroy the future. That is what everybody seems to want to do. Fuck it. Go for it. Let the government keep mind fucking you and we can kill each other off. Keep bowing before your master, "HATE."
Fuck love. Fuck peace. Fuck forgiveness. Let's go! But be forewarned, I do not take prisoners.
Keep your stupid rhetoric up and continue destroying this country. I will take you out. Look how far bitching and whining has got this country, so far. The more you complain the worse it gets. Keep on.
Ignore history or change history and wonder why it continues to repeat itself.
Focus on the flesh and not the spirit. Be an idiot.
But never tread on me again.
I grew up going to scool with alleged minorities, but I was the minority.
Predominantly black schools. I got my ass kicked everyday because I was white. I was called a slave master by the black kids. I was told to accept it because of the past. They were right. I did that. I had slave ships. I deserve to have my ass kicked everyday as a child.
Predominantly hispanic schools. I got my ass kicked everyday because I was white. I was called pinche gringo. I was told to accept it because I was white. I don't know what I did 200 years ago. But I guess I did it. I deserved to have my ass kicked every day as a child.
Predominantly native american schools. I got my ass kicked everyday because I was white. I was called a colonizer. I was told to accept it because I was white. They were right. I did that. I can find all natives two reservations in America. I deserved to have my ass kicked everyday is a child.
The people that bitch and moan today are the oppressors. I was a child. I could have grown up to be racist, but I did not. I did nothing to deserve anyone's wrath. They didn't even ask. They assumed because my skin was white. That I was a slave owner, a colonizer. My bloodline is Hebrew, Irish, and Native American. We could compare charts on slavery end suppression.
I lived through hate. Many of you reside in hate. You need to pick your fucking battles before you lose the war.
FIRST DATE
Me: You are drunk. Let me get you home.
Her: I don't want to go home. My boyfriend is there.
Me: You have a boyfriend? Why did not you say something?
Her: I've been looking for a reason to leave him. I think I found a reason. You are a little cuter and have a job. Just take me to a hotel room.
I got her a hotel room. Left a glass of water on her nightstand and left. She begged me to stay. I could not. She was drunk and had a BF.
I should have never called back
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We eventually started dating. She let her ex sleep in the spare bedroom of our duplex. She gave him a pity/goodbye screw, with me in the other room, and kicked him out.
I should have walked away.
Two years later he stopped by the duplex while I was at work. They had their fun and he stopped by my job to brag. She denied it for years, but eventually confessed.
I should have walked away.
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Things are fine for 2 years. Then marriage. Things start changing. I start paying her way through school where she meets her many lovers.
Monday. Her: Don't touch me. You remind me of sex with my brother.
Tuesday. Her: Do you still find me attractive? Then why are you not touching me?
Repeat for 10 years.
Me: I have an idea. Why don't you tell me when I can touch you.
Her: You're not a man.
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4 YEARS INTO MARRIAGE
She came to me crying.
I asked what was wrong.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I did not mean to. It was a mistake. "
"What do you mean?"
"I'm pregnant."
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Her: He's not you son.
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Her: Everyone in my family has made something of themselves. Except you. You will always have your name on your shirt. You will always be a nobody. Why don't you go to school?
I go to school. Full time work Full time school.
Her: You're never home. I need intimacy. I've had sixteen boyfriends in the eleven years we've been married.
Her: Some people steal not for the monetary value but for the thrill of getting away with it. That's why I cheated on you. Wondering if you would catch me made the sex better.
Next month, the globalists plan on releasing a new variant of C○¥¡D. A manipulation of the original flu virus that they have been playing with for nearly a century. Military biological warfare is the same thing as gain of function.
If they can't manipulate hate and cause wars to depopulate the earth, they will create viruses. The government does not give a shit about you. They are puppets for the globalists. They keep us in line and enslaved.
Fuck Zelenskyy. Fuck Biden. They are both puppets for the globalists. They are both pedophiles. President Trump and Vladimir Putin are the only 2 men brave enough to stand and fight the NWO and George Soros.
I've studied history and government most of my life. I was parliamentarian for student government in college. I am not a man of my community, I am a man of the world. I have seen things most of you can't even imagine. I trust President Trump and Vladimir Putin more than any other political figure at this time. You should do the same. Or you can die with the rest of the sheep.
Prepare yourself.
