WARNING: ADULT CONTENT FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+)

Does it take one to know one? No not always, sometimes the truth is hard.

Stealing was never one of my skills, just never good at it, always got caught and getting caught at my house meant a swift and severe beating that all too often came with hours of virtue yelling for my father was an abuser. In the beginning things ‘stolen’ were often snacks, an icee pop here, a can of vienna dogs there, devil spread was a big one, do not ever touch that, as time went on stealing cookies and cake slices or candy from church and Sunday school, and for many reasons as if everyone could read my mind it was always known, what and when I had stolen and as expected the beatings occurred.
This kleptomania was mostly innocent, I was not the only one either, one of my brothers loved stealing and was very good at it, he had not tell, he was not like me, a slob who would wear frosting on my face, fingernails and clothing, crumbs, sweet breath, no, he was a ninja, he could steal anything and always got away with it, the worse of these deeds of his would have us children lined up and interrogated to discover who did it, this would go on for hours. When I had told later in life what happened at home, they attempted to correct my story and assure me it probably only seemed like hours, but this was not true, it would be about 6pm when dad got home and it would be after the Sun went down in summers and we would stand in the living room in front of the sliding door and watch it go down, well aware of the hours passing, legs fatiguing, snot and tears falling, soothing whatever body parts that were injured and told to quit crying, neither of us would tell on the other, it was always one of the little ones, who were not beaten, only yelled at or excused the line-up to sit and watch like jurors to learn the lesson before them, either way this continued until either dad tired, got hungry or fed up to the point he sent us to bed, these were the nights without supper, so we eventually learned our lesson, the hard way. It was worse when we stole from the public, as it should be, I recall a severe problem with stealing little cars and transforming robot cars, from friends, from the grocer, from the department and big box stores, now this was not often and it was well known that I had a new toy, as soon as I was snitched on the hand across the face, head, the kicked furniture exploding, it’s shrapnel catching me where it may, toys picked up from the floor doing the same, the yelling that accompanied it was questioning why, when we had so much shit, because he grew up with nothing, he could not understand, why on earth we need to steal more toys? If you said I don’t know to any question you may get picked yourself and thrown into the wall, or across the room and pray it was toward something not dangerous, adrenaline racing, fear and shame, all mixing together, commercials driving the want for need of the newest toy, we knew why, we knew what we watched all day on the television between the cartoons, we needed the toys, we needed the toys we did not have to finish the collection, round out our crews and have the better actions the older toys could not perform, but we were to never dare say anything back to him and you had to hold in your tears and cries or he will give you another reason to cry, a real one, as if the previous attack did not warrant a cry, it was madness, as you read along you understand we experienced out of body separations, we escaped, it would turn from giving me a reason, to you, we projected it outwards, the inner hurt, we scowled at the more fortunate and resented, even envied their lives. It would not be until I was much older that my thieving would begin to get the attention I did not want. I was old enough to have scored a cassette player for some holiday and I had discovered psychedelic rock and we did not own that type of music. I had to listen to whatever my mom owned, so when I stuck a cassette of one of my favorite bands in my pants and tried to walk out the store, I was grabbed and marched back inside, searched and questioned for information, where I lived, who my parents were and their phone number. I was ridiculed, the security guard and his spotter laughing at me, holding my bicycle wrench and telling the other it was my n*gg’r be good stick… I said no such thing, I was not racist, I just said no, it’s my wrench and they would laugh more, it was all very confusing to me, to them this would be the only punishment I would receive, they talked of my privileges and whenever my face reddened they went at me harder, but this, although very embarrassing would pale in the knowing of what was coming, I was already crushed and with no where to run, locked in an office waiting for my executioner to arrive, he would be calm and smiling, in his tie, button shirt, dress pants and shoes, looking smart behind his glasses, at only 5 and a half feet he was a little man in the world, but to me a giant, a god and I was the dead kid walking. Have you ever had your school books thrown at you? Taken and slammed against your head and told you can never learn anything and how useless the books you read are? It never mattered what was near, everything was a weapon to spare his hand, tears and blood, ringing head, snot sucking, hyperventilation, the heat coming off me would leave me in chills and a tremor welled up from within and I would wish I could explode, I would begin to wish I could explode him, pick him up from where I fell before him, swing him about by his leg and slap him into the wall, it was these moments something happened to him, he would stop and walk away, slamming doors and throwing things as he left. I thought it only coincidence, in time many years later I learned else-wise however this marked the beginning of the era he stopped hitting us, he would get severe headaches and tell us he is sorry when I glared hate back at him and I, not even a teenager, would come to protect my siblings from the monster with my inner rage. Why on earth would I share this horrible story with you today?

I understand wrongdoing and consequence unlike so many people, especially these days, oh my God and how! You look at someone wrong these days and they are pulling out there phone and calling for a higher power than their adversary, a manager, an officer, whatever. These people were never abused, they were not reprimanded properly, they only know words as weapons, they see acting on the screen, but know nothing of a swift head ringing whack of a backhand and the taste of blood, these people deserve a good beating sometime in their life but unfortunately never get one and they find themselves in the middle of a very real and serious situation and they slap punch or just do the motion, like that alone would deter their assailant, people like me love to see them get awakened, these weak gamers, these inexperienced souls, these mouths with well used and sharpened tongues suddenly encounter someone like me who has broken bones of others because not only do I punch through my target, I do not fell the incoming hits, it takes a boxer, a trained officer, a wrestler to knock sense into me, I used to love fighting, I have suffered my skull fractured from the eye to the nose, teeth knocked out, nose broken, thrown to the ground head pounding and ringing and having to jump up or get stomped, no time to tend to a wound, this attacker knows some shit, move faster, watch that leg, it takes practice and sparring to be any good at it, my friends made weapons and studied martial arts and we practiced and we loved stunts and we got hurt a lot, sometimes nearly blowing off our fingers, one did blow himself up, the friends I attract are psychotic for the most part, it takes one to know one and we laugh at everything, I am a hysterical jackal myself as I am sure you can by now imagine, a true psycho, I mean just think back on the outrageous experiences I have shared with all the world, yes I know it well, everything is funny, everything is sarcasm and the rest is satire, this is the mind of someone who has had to escape horrors and is not fit to be in charge of much of anything but chaos and destruction… sounds like someone we all know does it not? The rambling and insane things that make no sense just rolling out the mouth all day long, irresponsible, irritates everyone around. How did she get that way? I can assure you, when you’ve crossed the line in your mind and you go against your own morals, it is an abuse you can not undo, if you were taught this behavior is wrong, immoral or even illegal, and you let yourself do it or it is forced upon your self, abuse can be mind altering and you walk away from your self and you’ve nothing to offer the Lord any longer and you have become an abomination in the eyes of not only yourself but the eyes of God as well. That is a place any predator of any sort has had to stop and meet oneself and have that long look in the mirror. Every officer, every soldier after every encounter from a yelled instruction to deadly force and they must check themselves and be sure they have not become a monster, because the monster does it because they like it, because they have had no choice but to like it. Consider prostituting some of the most severe abuse one can do to oneself, but know it is mixed with pleasure, or it was forced onto them to do so, either way they must overcome this abuse, escape, find madness and reason within chaos, this is the essence of the insane mind, as I said so many must face it, check themselves, officers and soldiers must undergo psychological evaluation and debriefings to run down and check themselves and be checked by others to make sure they had not crossed that line. So what of those who are abusing others sexually or having been abused sexually, are they in some mind altering war? Absolutely and they get sicker by the day. They hurt themselves, or pamper and surround themselves with things to convince them it is well, conditioning themselves in a manner that permits the further on-goings. So what of those who are engaging in the sexuality, abuse or pleasure and suddenly meet and learn of power? They are told and whispered into the ear, lied to and forced upon, while the victim is pushing it all away from the mind. It is acceptable they will make money. So what then comes of this person who decides to use leverage of any kind and while sticking the face in the groin or groin in the face and whispers something back? A desire to learn or to be part of? Maybe even threatened or blackmailed? Something of the client provider relationship has now crossed a new line and one must check oneself, but what of the mind of oneself that has not checked oneself? If everything is easy going everyone must be easy going and everything falls into place, but we do not get that, not as a service from our leaders, certainly not when they themselves are conflicted, leading us into their conflictions, then we suffer their conflictions as I had shown you with Joe Biden and as we have seen that ended abruptly.

I had taken the weekend to compose a new shift of direction as I do to stay ahead of the impending bullshit they will inflict upon everyone, I needed to stop. Having written the preceding intro as I do, share a little of me, fall on my own face and burn any chance I may ever have at success, sharing once again my faults, as said from the beginning, make a fool of myself, say things to protect DJT that he may speak well and be protected. Does anyone like it? These last five months changing course to suit the just and good. I can not do it alone, if not for all the reporting and good work done up until now, we would still be looking at a miserable course of deception and corruption. I still have work to do, there is a lot more that I work on than the mind of one simple man that says dumb things with a fondness for children and perversion. I was working on many world wide, nations and of course always the weather. I seen a need to change the tide overseas as that combination was not boding well for Europe, so we change it, we seen where they feel they need lead us and the ultimate offense of our beliefs on full display in Paris, they put it on full display, the president himself a man, who lies down with another man, that monkey face pantsuit is such an insult to what is morally right, so no wonder we have a complete reversion back to pagan ways, worship of things less than God and a disgusting mockery of the Last Supper of Christ, it would be a shame to destroy France and act out revenge as people are doing, it is a shame they do not trust the Father, God Almighty to be the one to wreak Vengeance as He can move mountains, seas, sky and all the things living in it. I know and I fear it. When you operate on Earth, doing God’s work, one is merely reporting to Him, that is all, when I operate on Earth, doing God’s work, I show Him the weaknesses, where it would hurt and how. I have said a few times when I am angered, I must report this and the anger felt in return, sometimes it is much to absorb and I must channel it back to it’s course, for God is the ultimate satire, the more mockery on God the more mockery on humanity. Do you ever wonder where it goes? In this small case, the reason I stopped writing Saturday when I was inspired was to contemplate with God, realizing my power, how it works, why it works, amongst it all I had said to the Kumswalla Hairyass that I will Cee U next Tuesday or something like that. She was never a threat, I have complete faith in every step God makes, I am just the only one who can channel Him. Sure they want to put her at the front, with all her mistakes, ill behavior and indiscreet prostitution of self, but I am well aware of someone more powerful rising up. This man would see the repeating of history, it will come from the complete lack of democracy the fools are swearing to protect, but he will be shot and killed as they always are, God will not be mocked any longer. So when I seen this last night, much made sense, He uses everything at His disposal, and know this, if you play dirty, so shall He. Yes we will see the Jackal Faceplant for her wrongdoings and it will be swift and very soon, she does not stand a chance, she can not even communicate, she has burned some nearly nine tenths of her former staff and truths will surface rapidly and Justice swift for the circumnavigation of the Democratic National Convention policies and order. This order will be restored and they will place the man who wished to be on the ticket in the first place but was turned down, the people will speak with their votes and the incumbents who wish to do the people wrong and cheat them will be completely exposed and order will be restored.

Do I want to make fun of someone I find even more unfit to lead than the last one? Not really, climbing into their black hole of a mind is debilitating, I get very little done anymore.

I have grave matters to attend to, I may shift Time, Earth, Seas and Sky, I may bring Judgement and Hell, I have some two thousand of the World’s worse to see Sentencing upon, I really do not have time for one prostitute, she already ruined herself. So I stopped yesterday. I returned to Prayer. I listened to God. I resumed writing today on the Monday.

I would rather talk about these fires, weather and what is going on with the wildlife? In preparation of the Lord’s presence, all things will know of His Coming, Be Still And Know This Is The House Of The Host.

She will Faceplant before I release this tomorrow on Tuesday, it is Noon Monday, July 29, 2024, I had already written it, she should have invested in Religious Art, Praise of God and protect that which is Sacred but she will not.

“Should’ve been artistic, collecting art, creative, would’ve generated great wealth. Bad at anything military, communication is a struggle, sex may be strange, used for power, cannot accept the Neptune/Medusa story was mutual, think me too movement, emotions are active, dreams crushed because cannot serve the people. There’s the 10 minute reading, I can walk all over this and judge, also not operating within higher self, easy work, easy woman, should’ve chosen art and creativity.

Forgot the laughter, Mercury conjunct Sun in 5th where ‘one plays, children, creativity’ so she’s her own comedian, it helps her cope with lack of learned lessons particularly toward humanity, knowledge and technology, it doesn’t sit well with her, very upsetting. You’re welcome.

Still looking, those three Aspect Symbols are a serious struggle, I feel bad for her now. She can be quite combative and argue mental never understanding why in a big way. Every day reinventing her expression and destiny.
So much makes sense about her now once you see it.”

She is after all a Libra, they are driven to find balance, can see both sides and remain impartial, but it is in the self that shows the true colors, she seeks Justice against her feelings (Moon), conflicted, she’s attracted to Power and Leadership, we all know that, her inner Love is all jacked up in trying to be a Maiden but is Perverse and Unusual in it’s nature, she is the victim and she brings it unto herself in the biggest ways possible, she shows it and wants it shown.

Make no mistake, she nearly completes a Grand Cross, if you want to see someone who hates Humanity and possesses a Grand Cross, look no further than George Soros. Possessing two T-Squares, both very strong concerning men, the Dual Single Ambivalence is a fractured mind, if you think I am bad- mentally unfit, she is twice worse off, it shows in the way she talks and the record she holds.

“I am meeting with a lot of folks. And the work that we have begun is the work that is going to be ongoing. There is no question, and I said this from the beginning, that our approach to this issue has to be with a commitment to a long term investment and it has to be a commitment to consistency, the United States has to be consistent. There were times when were more engaged and we saw good results, less engaged, and we can see where the work and the partnerships then deteriorate. So I am committed to ensuring that we engage in an active way on the root causes, on addressing the cause and effect, and also being partners in the western hemisphere, understanding that we have a responsibility and if we ignore that responsibility it will visit itself upon us in a very domestic way.”

I claim I can not speak in public, but I can assure you I am better at it than that. Loading a teleprompter with a children’s book would have made more sense.

Does she avoid the Border because like Joe she can not say Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas ‘djunyu whasis name’

“You did it Joe!”

I do not understand why these people can not communicate and then LAUGH ABOUT IT, well I do actually, it is a diversion tactic, even if you hold hate to these people you laugh at them- THEY ARE NOT COMEDIANS WAKE UP! THEY’RE NOT EVEN FUNNY!

Accomplishment Highlights:

Failed Top Border Oversight Position (she’s a bottom)
Banned plastic straws in California. (rather suck a paper towel tube)
Gave out free needles for drug users. (partaay!)
Calls registered gun owners and their groups Terrorists. (Communist)
Called for Unrest and Rioting. (there’s those oppositions and T-Squares)
Called for donations for violent Antifa offenders to make bail and get released. (that rebellious love power struggle thing in action)
Put Illegal Immigrants before American Veterans giving them free housing. (Treasonous Politician)
Favors Prosecuting Misgendering. (Me Too mentality noted above)
Favors Murderous Illegal Immigrants to be set free. (OMG she sucked Joey)

Knowns And Unknowns:

Pegged Harry Sisson (according to a Meme I saw on X)

She is not the First Black Female Vice President, that’s something Racist Joe made up, she is Indian and Jamaican, raised in Canada, not California. (probably is heavily offended by and despises SouthPark) SouthPark is Hilarious.
Political career motivatin came to her one afternoon during an adulterous session with then married Mayor of San Fransisco Willie Brown, truly sorry Blanche, hate for you this keeps stabbing your heart.
Failed Bar Exam leaving her within the lower 20% (her smarts are Scorpionic, stings self and brain storage mostly inconjunct, do not expect facts when talking, just opposing emotions)
They all say ‘Opinions are my own’ as if this has no reflection on job, lifestyle beliefs, idiots.
I shouldn’t mention the 2000 actual Black Americans she imprisoned for minor drug charges and kept beyond release dates for free county labor, way to go Libra! Why do Demoncrats hate the Black Americans so much, oh yeah the Party of the Post Civil War Klu Klux Klan.

Unburdened by a coconut tree: “My mother used to- she would give us a hard sometimes, and she would say to us, ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with you young people. You think you just fell out of a coconut tree?” -words to live by mom ❤ she exists in the context of all in which she lives by and what came before her- no shit? I just want to know if she swallows the coconut juice, inquiring minds and all. Project Deez Coconuts.

‘What can be, unburdened by what has been’ is just a retard mind trick for, we can do anything if you can only forget my record!

Given her feelings on desired Diversity of America with her FAILED Border Czar efforts and Treasonous Acts against American Citizens, Equity in Womens Abortion let’s just kill all the babies (can transgender men get the same rights? I recently had a miscarriage myself, ate some spicy food, details in X account posts), & Inclusion of the recent Coup against her former running mate, current boss, President in name only, it can be summarized she was never fit for the job and never will be. What an Administration, the Greatest UNDOING and RUIN of the United States of America and therefore themselves.

If you expected more, a deeper reading, some insight into her star readings, sorry to disappoint, she’s not worth my professional time, however I had dutifully summoned her while milking some coconuts, that little face they make, it’s in the big brown eyes you know, pleading it ends as soon as possible, there is no laughter, no joy, the eyes are empty the mouth is not, she’s no longer there.

You are Unburdened now, free.

She would say I write well, hahahahahahaha, her mother cries.

Good Faceplant.