10-14-18 archive
This is what the Sovereign Lord God says (modern translation), "Listen to me you fucking retards, I am telling you... if you don't listen to me, and if you don't do the right thing, then I will fuck your shit up, and I will give you dogshit instead of the nice things you were hoping for. Yes, I have already fucked your shit up because you have not done the right thing. Now I'm going to kill your fucking children because I hate you so much, and I will smear shit on your faces and throw you in the sewer."
I really don't see what people tell themselves when they say this guy and hippie Jesus are the same guy.
I went to go get some dinner at Target this evening. The security stopped me as I was leaving. Then two target employees and the cop they had working there dealt with me for about 20 minutes. Then two cops came and took me to jail. The first thing that happened at jail was that they gave me a triple decker turkey sandwich. So my question is this: why not just have the cop bring the sandwich to my house and save everyone some time and money?
Also, what percentage of the people reading this didn't already hear me tell the same anecdote like five times while I was in the jail?
On the upside of all of this embezzling, the paper trail will make it a lot easier for me to be able to tell whose families should be totally exterminated. For this, I can use the predicate: who was getting the money?
This is what it looks like when you can count on your old buddy Algie McAlgorithm to eat the oversold indicator without thinking about why it got that way. Whose money is it that Algie is using? It's not the people who sold on Wednesday and Thursday.
It mentions, in a really good way, the Lion of the tribe of Judah all throughout the Bible. It mentions him in the first book, and the last book, and the first thing the male lion does when he takes over is to kill the other lions' cubs. I do not understand what frame of reference people use when they say my intention to kill my enemies and their children is something other than perfectly Godly. I guess they say I am just some crazy person... who they can't kill because I just coincidentally have the masonic rank that only God has... and my name is just coincidentally God. Killing the children is one of God's main promises, and if you think that story about hippie Jesus was the fulfillment of the promise then you also think God reneged on everything. I will not do that. I feel so certain in this regard because I am am convinced that the book which lists God's promises was written after I do everything, and then it was put back in history with the time machine I invented. Look at the mention of the Lion in Revelation, the last book of the Bible. When it says he can open the scrolls, that's like saying he is the one who figured out the thing in the math.
Hopefully they were stealing money through the fraud agreement Exide defrauded me with and now they will have to keep selling to avoid bankruptcy. Also, "hopefully."
Plunge protection failed at 0.5% and 1%, will it work at 2%? I hope not, obviously.
Erectile dysfunction.
Although Duck Tales and McDonald's make me like Trump, the fact that he is poo-pooing the Fed just as they are making me very happy and simultaneously cheering for Saudi Arabia just as I am throwing doodoo at them, and also the way he has the Israelites crammed up his butt, all make not like him, not to mention that I think his entire family should be put to death if Barron is an abomination grown from my sperm.
Looks like I was about two weeks early on my "stocks will go down" prediction. Let me tell you what that was about. When I was working at Elavon (US Bank) there were some off-site people (Citibank aka Saudi Arabia) who were constantly lying about everything on the project. Then I got fired and got a job at Lexis Nexis where some of my coworkers were always lying about everything, and my project manager from Elavon was still my project manager at Lexis Nexis under a different pseudonym.
After I had been at LN about a year, I was restless one night and went for a drive. On I-75 around 6 or 7am, I pulled up behind one of the delivery trucks of Joey Collins' business and I got a suspicion that it was a mobile torture truck like in Z Nation. It was truck nuber 191 in their fleet and Joey had made remarks to me about some exclusive "Club 191" for rich people. That day at work I got two emails about "source of ESP unknown" (ESP is a fake acronym they use for regular ESP) and then the next day Sera Kim gave me the nastiest dirty stink eye on the mat during Saturday morning class. Then I got fired from Lexis Nexis. I think Lexis Nexis gets its name from Emily Hancock's uncle Lex and a historical term "Lex' Nexus."
Shortly after getting fired from LN in the summer of 2016, around the time all this illegal FBI bullshit was allegedly started (really to cover up that it had already started like five years earlier), I was at Alliance and some light-skinned guy wearing a a red and black belt on the mat said to me, "We're going to get you something real nice," and then I got a job at Exide because "the recruiter's brother was the CEO of Exide" or something. At Exide, all of my coworkers were constantly lying about everything. It was the shittiest group of people I ever found myself mixed in with and I quit. I have harbored some suspicion that the light-skinned man wearing the red and black belt colluded with Exide to insert some fraud docs into my hiring package and recently I went up there to investigate the fraud.
I made the post about the stock market going down after I emailed them and then they didn't really deny my fraud allegations. Then I went up there in person on Oct 2 and told them to terminate all fraud agreements. In pic related chart, you can see the day I emailed them and then the day I went up there were two important days in the economic activity leading into what has happened this week. Beware that light-skinned man in the red and black belt; he is probably evil.
This dive momentum looks pretty strong. I don't think either of these support lines will offer any resistance.
I love it. I took a nap going into the close. I had a nice dream about some old friends.
I guess when they were saying recently that the market has another couple of years of steam, they were planning on defrauding me through Exide's fraud paperwork for another couple of years.
The last crash took more than a year, but I think this one, whenever it finally gets here and makes me so happy in doing so, will be a lot faster because everyone knows the central banks are tapped out and cannot mount another tax on the poor.
Adolf Hitler was only homeless until the German economy crashed. Then things got better for him. Then they got worse. Maybe God will reward his children because he did the right thing.
#MeToo
I imagine this hurricane isn't going be very good for the stock market. Hopefully it never recovers, and we get some non-rent economic activity to replace it in the future.
They sure did cut my power off today. They turned it off at the meter and then a few minutes later a guy a cherry-picker came and used bolt cutters to clip the line from the pole to the home in which I am an illegal squatter, now in the dark with no washing machine for my dirty clothes.
They cut off my power today. A few minutes after they cut off the power, another truck came he cut the line from the power cord to the house. A few minutes after that I went for a walk and already one of my neighbors was heckling me about electricity as I walked by. If you guys buy a bunch of copies of my book this month, I will get paid for it at the end of December. Hopefully I can get it turned back on then, but when the guy was cutting the line he told me that the house I am is going to be demolished soon and that's why he cut it. The name on his work order was Dr. Brandon Knockum which sounds like a fake name for someone fucking with me. This power issue affects my lights, my home wifi network, my washer and dryer, and my refrigerator. Maybe my water heater too, or it might be gas powered.
The anal implants have really been bothering me again lately. I don't like it that today they said, "Let's leave those things in there today to further the rape which has not yet abated and print some green pixels for US stocks instead."
No green pixels here.
This would have looked a lot better to me if they had been so bankrupt as to not have been granted the privilege of printing those green pixels this morning. I hate it that they can say, "This is the kind of behavior which lets us print green pixels."
These two times line up pretty well with when I emailed Exide last week one evening and when I went up in there in person on the afternoon of Tuesday the second. On Tuesday, both charts went up in the morning and then went down after I showed up at Exide to investigate a fraud that I am alleging. On Wednesday, while I was in jail, the two charts are approximately anti-correlated and it looks like some emergency arbitrage gimmick. On Thursday, the two charts were perfectly correlated again like on Tuesday.
This reminds me of that time Colin Powell read that WMD report to the UN. I wonder how much money he prostituted himself into that situation for. I bet it couldn't have been more than a couple of hundred bucks.
This fucking cunt Magica really has it out for Uncle Scrooge's first dime. She does not want Uncle Scrooge to have his first dime but Uncle Scrooge really does want to have his first dime. Even when I was a child, I knew these things.
Firmly.
I am very glad that the market seems not to have liked these fraud allegations I made against my former employer Exide. I noticed that the Mueller probe came to an immediate end following my fraud allegations against Exide as well. And that the extra week of Kavanaugh investigation was during the same week too.
I am going through another read through of my book, and I will update my content this weekend.
In the first jail I went to I think Helene was in there pretending to be a tranny from Texas. I think the Joe I connotate with the name was David was in there too, as in King Solo Man son of David, and I was glad to see him, and now I think he must be only one of the people playing the Strzok persona, and I am certain I was with evil Strzok in the second jail I went to. He was talking about turning people into "dog food" and making them into pets too. Someone sittng next to me, someone whose company felt very good and very natural to me, said to evil Strzok, "What did you do for AT&T?," because evil Strzok was wearing an AT&T shirt. However, when the other man asked the question, it felt like an accusation, "You did that to TT." Evil Strzok and I chummed it up. I hope that reminds everyone of Jesus loving his enemies and the lies of the priests who say that the Lord is pleased with everyone who does evil. Think about this: because the usurpers in the priesthood still have people convinced that my authority is theirs, I cannot be sure who is who or who does what, and I see futility in not returning casually friendly gestures. Someone might say, "Because they chummed it up that means God is not going to kill his children and watch his flesh deteriorate in the gas chamber," but to them I say, "Wait and see what happens when people start to believe that my authority is my own."
I went to Exide yesterday to irrevocably terminate whatever agreements remained in place after my employment and pay were terminated. The HR guy refused to allow me to terminate these agreements and he called the cops on me and I went to jail, and I just got out. Mr. Gay kept saying that because we had scheduled a call to discuss the nature of the agreements on the following day, that meant I was ineligible to terminate them went I up there.
When I went there, there were two Rod Williams in the directory. There was Rodney Williams, who I understood was my fake boss enabling Sandy's incessant lying (and enabling Tim's apparent inability to notice that every technical specification delivered by Sandy is wrong while her job makes her the deliverer of all technical specs), but also Rodelene Williams. I think Helene must have been using this Rodelene persona to impersonate Rod and I want to point that out since I recently noted that I thought they were calling Helene by the name Selena at Exide. They probably were, and Helene was probably referring to herself thusly when she was impersonating Rod talking about her other fraud persona Selena.
In my older posts about the fraud business at Exide, I noted how they were go th great lengths to create database objects whose names were phonetically identical or phonetically interchangeable such as:
[dbo].[SDMCU].[dimBusinessUnit]
[dbo].[SDMCU].[dimBusinessUnits]
[dbo].[SDEMCU].[dimBusinessUnit]
[dbo].[SDEMCU].[dimBusinessUnits]
[dbo].[STMCU].[dimBusinessUnit]
[dbo].[STMCU].[dimBusinessUnits]
[dbo].[STEMCU].[dimBusinessUnit]
[dbo].[STEMCU].[dimBusinessUnits]
[dbo].[XDMCU].[dimBusinessUnit]
[dbo].[XDMCU].[dimBusinessUnits]
[dbo].[XDEMCU].[dimBusinessUnit]
[dbo].[XDEMCU].[dimBusinessUnits]
etc...
Not only would they name computer things this way, they would say the wrong the one on purpose, lie to me when I tried to confirm, and then they would say, "No you misheard me," even when would repetitively reconfirm the names of DBOs with them to the point of exhaustion. I see they were doing the same thing names of the employees now too. Furthermore, I think on of the young black ladies I spoke with before Mr. Gay came out was probably the head of the N'drangheta and their global crime syndicate probably operates out of that office next to the Milton PD HQ. Not to beat a dead horse, but for the purposes of beating a dead horse I will point out once again that N'drangheta's metaphorical penis is very tiny compared to my metaphorical penis, and if it wasn't then something bad would happen to me for saying it.
Regarding the data system at Exide, I completely figured out their whole gimmick in the few months I worked there and it would be a shame if they keep getting away with it because their enemies don't want to ask, "Could you spell that for me?," every time they say anything. Their gimmick is really gimmicky, and it is not complicated, and it relies totally on the psychological pressure of office etiquette not to ask, "Can you spell that for me?," every 30 seconds during business meetings. Since they are probably reading this post too, if anyone starts to ask for spelling then they should also say, "Ok, thanks. Let me see if I got this right. You said X as in x-ray, D as in Dog..." If you are like me, then they will lie to you and it will be obvious that they are lying.
My first email from Mr. Gay disappeared strangely out of my inbox. Now the second one i got from him appears as unread no matter how many times I click it, which is at three already, and each successfully opened the message.
The best thing will be to stop asking for his opinion on anything.
I hope the fraud investigators look into this highly irregular occurrence: I am alleging fraud by my former employer, I get an email from them asking what my concerns are, then when I respond to their message, the original message disappeared from my inbox and my reply did not appear in my sent messages folder. The whole thing reeks of fraud, and I will be surprised if they respond to me. I think I will go up there tomorrow.
That is 100% weird how the original message just disappeared out of my email, and then also my first reply did not appear in my sent messages folder.
I just responded to this email, and it disappeared from my inbox and my reply does not appear in my sent messages. I will send a second message.
These devices in my anus are really acting up lately. Who is doing this? Who is watching them do it? I am greatly displeased that these devices remain inside my anus every day. I am greatly displeased that no one gives me the financial resources I need to get to end this incessant rape that I feel inside my anus practically every day. Terminating the rape is definitely a need, but if my rapist is the one who makes some official list of what my needs are then that makes sense that they would say I don't need to end the rape by removing those things they inserted into my anus during the onset of the rape. Ending the ongoing rape is definitely a need of mine, and I am not using rape figuratively there. It was rape when they went inside my anus and the rape has not yet abated because they are still inside my anus causing me great discomfort. If my rapist was a man, having this device in my anus all the time is like having his penis in there, and I really honestly need to get it out of there. I don't think I'm wrongly intermingling wants and needs to say that I need to remove the stuff they shoved up my ass and sliced my flesh so as to secure them in there so that they do not come out in the way that most things shoved up ones' ass would. If it was some penis shoved up there, I hope people would agree that it is a need of mine to have the penis out of my anus, and I see little difference between someone inserting their penis into my anus and leaving it in there and inserting some torture devices and leaving them in there.
What do you think are the chances that the real story behind quantitative easing is that the bankers have told me to fuck off with my maximal 47 quantity and have chosen to let someone else with an inferior quantity throw shit in my face every day since QE began?
Now I'm wondering if Helene is the one who expelled me from college.
Last week I was able to call Exide and use the dial by name directory to get the HR lady Maureen Cirillo. This week, when I try to call her again it says that the option I select is invalid.
Looks like someone tried to get an erection today and wasn't able to.
Another thing is that it is a notorious heresy for someone from the bottom tier of the grand scheme of things to say he is my any kind of father, den father, real father, whatever, to me. I am the Godfather, I am the head of the family, they exist only at my pleasure. Furthermore, I am greatly concerned that the entire relationship between me and the rapist who says he is my den father is predicated totally on that man killing my friend and then impersonating him for very many years, and then saying, "I'm not his friend, I'm his father." This would be a notorious heresy, and he should be killed. The truth is, he was the owner of the place where I liked to hang out. I have true and deep feelings for the people there, but the technical nature of our relationship is that he was the owner of a business I liked to go to. I started liking it there less and less over the years, the company in the school, not the art that I will teach to my children, and now I am glad I left.
If the guy impersonated the other guy after the first guy was abducted by the government then that would not make me very much more angry than the fact the government abducted, tortured, and probably killed my friend, the one through whom jiu jitsu became ingratiated to me. However, if the impersonator then used the closeness to me to say that he is my father, or that he is above me, or that we have some relationship beyond me working out at the gym he owns where I do real grappling, or that the jiu jitsu I was there to learn was secretly some gay magic faggotry, then he should be killed. I hate gay magic faggotry, the religious texts are very clear on that: God hates sorcery and all sorcerers are doomed. Indeed, if the guy did this by impersonating my friend then he is no friend of mine and he should be killed, even if he has fooled me into thinking he was the man I was so happy to meet when I started doing jiu jitsu. Furthermore, if he is saying that he needs to teach me how to be a gay magic faggot, he should be killed. It is him who needs to learn plain speaking. Since he is the inferior party between he and I on all relevant metrics, his opinion that I need to learn how to be a gay magic faggot carries less weight than my opinion that he needs to learn plain speaking. The only reason they are so averse to plain speaking, in my suspicion, is because they are notorious heretics and the plain truth of them would immediately condemn to the death, and they want to hide that truth.
I had a dream last night that my dad told me he's not my dad. I told him he is. Maybe he meant to say he's not my biological father. If that's what he meant then he should have said that. It was just a dream, however. Even then, I have to wonder if they are drugging and/or hypnotizing me, or using an implant to deactivate my brain, to give me information in a state of incapacitation such that I cannot be sure that I was given the information. For this reason, verbal communication is dog shit. If they had given me some documents in my state of psychological incapacitation then I would be able to examine those documents now in a state of lucidity. This is a big problem for me because now I think a dream I had being about raped by Randy Dunson was actually a real event, what with the way I woke up with a slimy anus and the heckling I have received from "Randy" about during this miserable time of my life. This dream I had about Joe last night felt just the same, but gladly I can say that I did not wake up with a smily anus. However, I do not think it is an outlandish speculation to think they are putting me into some unwanted state of psychological impairment so that they can say they gave information to me without me being aware that I received the information. Since I cannot differentiate something that seems like a dream from a dream, and there is absolutely no reasonable explanation for how I would have met with Joe between the time I went to sleep and the time I woke up, I have to assume that it was a dream. However, there was no reasonable explanation for Randy and that other man being apartment between the time I went to sleep and the time I woke up, and now I think that did actually happen.
Indeed, where they say today Kavanaugh was a "den father" I wonder if that is the nice spin they are putting on his serial rape activities. Because I tell you, I think that man in my apartment on the night Randy raped me was one of the Cavalcantis. All of those people are beneath me in the grand scheme of things, and if they were disrespecting me or misusing my name then they should be killed.
Satan is just a man like me, Jon. All the crimes of his life will happen between the day he was born and the day he dies. Likewise, all the evil he sows throughout history will happen between the day he gets his time machine to work and the day I blow it up. So time is of the essence.
After I went to get some food today, I stopped to sit in the park on my way home. I was examining the haul of food I got at the grocery store, and some bandit tried to rob me of my backpack! I went on my way and the bandit returned with an accomplice that grabbed my backpack and ripped it, and the backpack suffered irreparable damage do the second bandit's illegal property destruction and attempted Theft. The way the law works in this country is that they need to take to court see if the judge agrees that the property I had with me in the park was something they are entitled to deprive me of. They do not get to take the law into their own hands, and I am outraged by this attempt to take food away from me.
The other day I called some customer service number. It was intercepted by whoever my gangstalkers are and I spoke to the gangstalking agent. She said something like, "I can't exist if I don't have you," but that's not true. Those people can continue to exist as long people believe the lie that they have me.
Basiccally, the CIA, or whatever, has asked, "What is the most severe phsyical and psychological torture that we can put on JT where the rest of the government won't stop us from doing it." Since this is the agenda of the government I wish to exercise forthwith my right to abolish the government. Case in point, pic related. I formally deny any consent that I am governed by this government.
Shadowbanned.
People say, "Look how he steals," but to them I say, "Where is your tithe?" I have never seen it, not even once. I have never seen a tithe to me. In this article , it reminds me of the system through which I am constantly presented with new memes, which feed into the website whose development I use to burn time while I wait to be presented with information that pertains to my circumstances. This information includes both the historical record together with my ability to gather expeditiously and rigorously the information which is relevant to my concerns in the present. For instance, the federal government may be operating a false entity with my name on it, which is simultaneously described as homosexual and having been expelled from university for heterosexual rape. They are misusing my name in direct contrast to the ten commandments which say not to use my name wrongly. I don't like cameras, and I would never voluntarily put myself in front of one in these outrageous infidels' satanism extravaganzas. The book is quite clear, God hates graven images.
Since I am alleging fraud by Exide such that they engaged me in some paperwork unrelated to the agreement we had discussed, let me say what the agreement was. Rod told me that Exide was a manufacturer of electrical batteries, and he was going to pay me $100k per year to be the lowest ranking person on their IT team. My duties were related to operating SQL Server in a Windows environment, and my hours were to number 40 per week. Anything other than that, or not directly related, is plainly fraud in my opinion, and if I learn of some such fraud papers then I will consider myself to have been defrauded. My pay was terminated on Feb 2, 2017, a couple of days after I quit at the end of January 2017. I have been mostly homeless then, sleeping in the filth of the streets mostly, and absolutely in abject poverty since Exide terminated the pay we had discussed when I entered into the initial agreement with them. I did not enter in any agreement with a firm other that Exide, and any allegations of such an agreement must be in furtherance of some fraud. To my knowledge, and contrary to my suspicions, I have no assets or wealth that I can employ to improve my situation, and I suffer in this poverty unceasingly as my rapists continue to to rape me every day with the rape devices they planted inside my asshole, foot, probably my other foot, and possibly my back. If I had any say in the matter I would get these rape devices out ASAP, but as I hobo squatting in a house I do not own or pay rent in and yet somehow do not get evicted from, I am unable to take any corrective actions.
I got this in the mail today. I can sell my food stamps to pay for my internet, but there is no way I can pay the electric bill too, realistically, without resorting to some kind of regular crime spree. I've been getting my food through a crime spree, but this other bill would need even more crime to convert my thieving into cash.
viXra upload in process, arXiv upload in process.
You see... the Pharisees were thinking that God's secrets pertained to how to live like an uptight faggot constantly worried about some gay bullshit that doesn't matter, but really it is that the true secrets of God pertain to some technical specifications for how to build the time circuit. I have made no secret of my desire for you people to treat others the way you want to be treated, and the Pharisees have completely fucked that up too.
Deuteronomy 23:1
Exclusion From the Assembly
No one who has been emasculated by crushing or cutting may enter the assembly of the Lord.
Reading the Old Testament, it is ironic that you see God doing to the Jews, over and over and over, exactly what Adolf Hitler did to them.
I hope Rhonda is having a bad day today. Although I have a plan to terminate the large scale torture program I start with nuclear blitzkrieg, I will keep Rhonda alive in the most severe state of psychological rape and physical suffering that I possibly can, for as long as possibly can, possibly even going so far use to life extension technologies so that I can extend her rape and suffering beyond her natural lifespan. Indeed, I would heal her with next generation rejuvenation technology just so that I might wreck her body with torture more than once. I want to use her as an example for a long time. I have no positive feelings for her, nor her people, and I will exterminate them with exceedingly great brutality and cruelty. As her lack of prudence has brought to her my attention, I expect her lack of prudence will lead her not to kill herself, ignoring my teachings to very end.
I tried to call Rod today. Although the directory in the foyer at Exide has a few Williamses, there were no Williamses in the dial by name directory when I tried to get in contact with him today.
The woman at Exide, Maureen, said that Rhonda would be in touch with me in a few days.
Mildly amused to see that my fake boss at Exide was "educated" at two separate fake universities.
I called Exide to try get a copy of the docs I signed when I was hired there. The HR lady, with whom I had nothing but positive experiences btw, said she referred it to Rhonda. That's a major meme name, Rhonda Capone being the person who I hated at Elavon, the one who sat in sat in the same desk where FBI guy McCabe sat under his own alias. I believe Rhonda was the person I hated at Lexis Nexis under the name Sharon Maloney, and was/is likely in cahoots with Helene, Sharon being greatly revered by my in-office Lexis Nexis nemesis Tim Newport. At Elavon, Rhonda had a tag-along that looked just like Helene's friend Laura Kershaw. On the day I quit at Exide, after Sandy made that fateful, "Yo momma," comment to me, I noticed that the Indian woman sitting next to Tim looked just like Helene and then also some creepy cunt walked by me slowly, possibly even nodding, "Yes," as I recognized that this person, again, looked exactly Helene's friend Laura and Rhonda Capone's tagalong whose name I forgot. When I saw that this was happening again, I decided that it would be better to be a homeless person that to drive to willfully spend time them every day. Note well, this was the reason I quit, not any of the rest of it: Helene won't stop fucking with me. Even Sandy's bullshit and Rod's and Tim's and probably Erin's too, and the rest of them who I will revisit my disproportionately wrathful vengeance, putting their children into torture for their allegiance to my enemy, it was Helene who made the chump change they were tossing me no longer worth it.
Posted without a hint of levity.
Although my enemy surely claims that he too is more than happy to send his people to die, unlike him, I wouldn't do it simply to watch them die. Unlike him, I volunteered to go myself. He is a coward, and I am not.
So when I often speculate that Los Zetas like me, I bet that person who was raping me raped a bunch of them a lot worse and they hate him more than I do. Same probably goes for the ironically named N'dranghetas.
Regarding the Great Satan, consider Lewis Amselem. He is the one in the Hillary emails talking about the rabbit's foot in the closet and the making of sacrifices to Moloch. In the video of the man that I think is my friend, the one(s) in which he is hanging suspended from the ceiling with his arms missing, and where an asian man's face appears on the face of the man, I noticed that they were doing something with his foot akin to Amselem's "rabbit's foot." Furthermore, one of the most outrageous allegations against Amselem regards a massacre of some Ursuline nuns, and my friend's daughter is named Ursula.
I think it's entirely possible that my coworker from my previous yet terminated employment at Exide, Sandy Bushey, who I feel quite certain is in close affiliation with the Toy Box Killer, might at times be wearing a disguise to impersonate this skanky hoe standing next to Trump here. That would substatiate the "Great Satan" claims that are so frequently made 'gainst 'Merica if their UN ambassador was a slavery-based serial killer.
I'm really happy with the way my book turned out. I hope a lot of people buy it, each person earning me personally about $5, and agree with me that it is a good book.
It's going to test support again one day, and one day it will fail.
I was just commenting aloud on the ironically named N'Drangheta while I was scrolling through Facebook. Then "Jacaré's" account popped up with a comment, "Hahaha good job guys, that's my club." I don't think that was a coincidence. I would not be surprised in the least to learn their leader is the one who was raping me. So loyal. Such loyalty. Wow.
I kept thinking this guy looks like Cheney, and then when he was shielding his face, maybe not in this frame but when he was shielding his face at the end here, it looked like Helene doing crocodile tears pretending like she didn't love every one of her adulteries with every one of the kings of the earth and like she wouldn't do it all again twice as much right now if she could get to see it piss me off again for half a second.
Is this meme about how my failure to market my book is guaranteed because I am not connected to the real internet? Pepe and Wojak both will both get tortured to death if they even smirk at this, much smile. That would really something if they put me in public to watch the gang stalkers heckle me and then turned off my internet again after they fucked me.
I can also thank Helene for adding to the gang stalking of my coworkers on my last day at Exide. When it was just strangers doing it, I bore it, but when it was her too my better option was to head down to the gutter. Not only that, she was also collaborating with the gang stalkers at the library after I had moved down to the gutter. If she is my biological mother, it is likely that I will not send her into the Earthly torture, but I will do definitely do that, mother or no, to all of her coworkers. Since no matter what destruction I wreak, people will say it does not measure up to the fulfillment of the prophecy so i will make extra efforts to wreak the most severe destruction that was ever wrought. At least that way, no one will say someone else outdid me even if they don't believe I am the man in the book. Furthermore, there will come a time when denying that him will get you killed too, so watch what you say.
A man in a blue shirt at Target, a man with a backpack at Target, and another man talking about a string of losses at Publix earlier today will be people whose torture I want to make severe.
After I listed all those other nice rapes Helene gave me, I can also thank her for starting that nice schizo meme. Her and Joe together, I can thank both of them for that one since it was both of their signatures on those fraud documents.
"Shut up and calculate." This is what people say when they can't come up with new ideas. They say, "Let's use the old ideas to calculate stuff but no one spend time developing new ideas."
If your time machine is not working, don't forget that haters' karma can collapse the wavefunction.
Circumcision is good. While I will probably not kill people for lack of circumcision today, in the future it is likely that I will kill those who do not circumcise their sons (that are born in the future.) Anyone who says not to do this is doing the work of Satan.
Money is not the root of all evil you fucking mongoloid, it's the love of money. Nice straw man.
I've become enamored of the idea that classical phenomena depend on the minimum of the action while quantum phenomena depend on the maximum of the action. Note how the maximum action is intuitively consistent with phenomena like tunneling through a classically impenetrable energy barrier.
The true story is that if I wasn't surrounded by mental midgets, my science career would have worked out just fine. Maybe the time travel bureau put retards around me extra special on purpose because it turns out better in the long run that way, maybe this is a part of Satan's rebellion and it is truly a terrible, needless evil that has been inflicted upon me and everyone I would help, but my complaint remains the same that all of my research is worthy of praise to my name in public and none of it has yet received any. I don't know if anyone else was able to put together the pieces yet, but praise to my name in public is what I need and many are determined to see that I never get it.
Did no one look at the copious notes I left in Exide's audit tracker? Truth be told, those were only my complaints about Sandy my real boss, not about my supervisor Tim, my fake boss Rod, the Sharepoint admin Rob who was fucking up my reports after I uploaded them, nor my complaints about the female gang stalking activity in the office, and neither that fucking white dot in the middle of Rod's pupils, and neither did those notes include that particluarly exquisite moment in which Tim told me that Exide pays a beautiful prostitute to fuck he and Rod, and that I should get back to my desk to have a better look at Sandy's shriveled wrinkly triceps flab.
If more people are building the time circuit now, then that makes it an extra special misuse of my name Jonathan Warren when they call themselves Jews.
Gangstalkers will eventually want to say, "I'm sorry." First off, I know you're sorry you sorry sack of shit, being sorry doesn't mean you apologize and repent, it means you suck. Second, I don't see in the Bible where it says the way to save your soul is to be sorry.
I wonder if this post is about some faggot raping me, one with whom I would never have had sex under non-rape circumstances, and whose people I will rape into extinction.
"That famous fountain of knowledge, the Junior Woodchucks Guide Book."
Robot arms.
The flood.
Trap door.
"Signed 'El Capitán.' I don't know who this is 'El Capitán' is but I sure like his style." Haha, he's me.
Looks like we've got some GFB regulars in here.
The other Beagle Boy.
Here's one of the Beagle Boys talking about 299 times of something.
I was recently thinking about the theme song to Duck Tales, with ducks being a meme anyhow, and how it talks about rewriting history and being a duck blur. Screens from the first episode.
What IQ is needed to ignore the reproducibility crisis in psychology?
What is the point of working on this when they are just going to insert typos to make it look however they want? If you want me to believe they aren't going to do it again, show me the corpses. You'll see that before I caught them doing this, this was something I made an effort regarding, but since then I have not chosen to waste my efforts on this futile endeavor.
>implying that didn't happen
Just on the off-hand chance that someone who knows they are on shit tier compared to me, and that the whole point of their existence was to bring to glory to me, used me as an example of why it is important to use encrypted internet, I feel quite certain that had I been using encrypted internet then I would have fallen squarely into that CP frame-up which I only narrowly escaped by magnetizing my hard drives before I left my house one day in 2012. Also, I will be using them as an example of why it is important to treat others the way you would like to be treated.
This is the Hamiltonian from the paper that got released to obfuscate my own RH paper last year.
When the FBI went to the solar observatory recently, I was immediately sure that it was because the people heckling me on 4chan were traced to an IP there. However, it slipped my mind at the time how close the observatory is to the home of my former coworker at Exide: The Toy Box Killer.
After I decided that Bush II must be the worst President in USA history, I quickly came to believe that Obama was the worst. However, despite my disdain for Trump and my belief that the rebellion against me is predicated in no small part on his declaration of, "Look what I can do and live to tell the tale of," I do not think Trump is a worse President than Obama and Bush II. Obama was a farce of a President, and Bush II was a dunce, but without resorting to my unproven speculations about Trump, all of my criticisms about how he is handling the Presidency come down to the impotence of the office, not the failings of the man in it. I do think he is failing with regards to what I wanted to see him do, namely a fucking lot of, "You're fired!!!," and I want to see him earn the reward he has in store in himself for his rebellion (the existence of which I cannot yet prove) but if I was going to only criticize him on the public stuff that is widely accepted as factual, I have to say he is a big step up from those last two guys. Also, I hope the obvious impotence of the office is making the strong case for fascism to everyone else that is making for me. Even then, him being my mortal enemy or not, or whether it is Rosenstein and Mueller that are the most prominent front-facing parties of my enemy, I think Trump is doing a lot better job of being "Presidential" than either of those last two cunts. However, when it comes to the question of how he got my sperm, and why he decided to support my enemy, those questions form an entirely different matter regarding his soul and his share in the tree of life, and I am able to separate these issues objectively.
One of the best prayers is, "God, please keep my family safe from harm." How could I grant that to my enemy even while the families of the righteous are harmed every day?
People will say, "What justice is it to put the loved ones to death?" It's my justice. Did they rebuke that person in the light of day for all to see? Or did they eat from that person's hand while they ignored my laws? Indeed, I say, "What justice is it to let the wicked retain their share in the tree of life?" If they do not do what is right, then I will take their inheritance away from them.
Regarding the death of loved ones, the memes, which are not trustworthy in general I find, have said that the person whose voice heckles me through the speakers embedded in the walls and ceiling in this house they have me in will die next year. If that person dies without first killing all of his loved ones, then that will mean, effectively, that he didn't love them at all because I will single out those people for extra suffering, and use them as the example of the cruelty that people will avoid through righteousness. Right now I only have things like crucifixion and Russian sleep experiments on my mind, but during the course of my investigation I will have the opportunity to consult with people who know vastly more about death and suffering than I do, and I will be open to their suggestions.
I see "no fap" on 4chan a lot. To me, it seems like doing that to yourself is like letting someone put one of these on you by remote control. Furthermore, it occurs to me that I could have avoided 99+% of those disgusting situations I got myself into by simply taking care of it myself. Indeed, I notice one of the main things people heckle me with when I go outside regards the videos I watch when I do take care of it myself. I don't know how these people know what I'm watching or who tells them that they shouldn't be deathly afraid of me, but when I do my investigation later on I will mercilessly exterminate them all if it's something I don't like. (No one should misconstrue extermination with a quick death, quick death is something I might give to those enemies of mine who were lucky enough not to come to my personal attention, but those in my attention have no such hope and should prudently kill themselves and their loved ones.) One of my neighbors here has heckled me, "Anal? Oh really?," as I walked by her porch. There was some faggot Davonta at LA Fitness who did it to me one time, and then not only that, afterwards some guy at my gym Yusuf tried to justify the other guy's ridicule by saying, "That's just how they play." I am not someone to be played with like that. If you want to play then fuck me about something other than the fact that all the good looking women I ever asked out in my life turned me down and most of the ugly ones too. This is a major sore spot for me. If you poke me there then I will brutalize you and your people in retribution. Another instance of this which comes to mind involves Julia Forrester saying something about role reversal to me. I am going to investigate all of this. If you think the truth is something I won't like, i.e.: you were laughing at me for mocking off while refusing to send me a good looking woman, then you should kill yourself and your loved ones to keep them from falling into my hands. The death you give them will be better than the death I give them, I promise. That's my justice. That's how I do it.
These two memes are the same meme. If the downtown area in your city has a building with this meme, you are in the danger zone.
I know why.
Several people mocked me for the indignity of my food situation this evening, two cyclists and one in the store. Whatever death the others get, this post will remind to ensure that theirs is worse. Whoever has told them who I am, and explained to them the indignity of may position, and further left them with impression that I should be mocked will have a worse death yet still, and their children. So says I.
When it says that Jesus was the Word of God made flesh this is like saying, "Jesus is an anthropomorphization of God's anecdotes." "Dwelt among us," is like saying, "Inserted into history." When Jesus says, "I am here so that sinners may be called to repentance," that is like saying, "We inserted God's nicer anecdotes into history so the wicked would recognize him when he shows up, and love him because he is good rather than hate him because they are evil." God's other anecdotes, the main ones, are in the first part of the Bible.
While this new crime has grown and become more felonious with each passing day, a crime that was very great in history is lessened and lessened, and is now hardly considered a crime at at all and is even encouraged: displeasing me in the course of being alive. This was a serious crime in history and it still is a serious crime, and the punishment will be severe.
I notice that for years now the news has been greatly dominated by this invented crime which is not rape or sexual battery: displeasing a woman in the course of trying to get laid. This crime can only be committed by heterosexual men, and basically only heterosexual white men since black men don't get admitted to corporate America in large numbers. Why did they invent this crime? Who could be behind it but the faggots? I myself was expelled from college for this very thing, and I still suffer from the consequences every day. When will they come around to the truth that more women are liars than men are rapists? Indeed, all women are liars; women's general inability to refrain from making up nonsense just so they can complain about it is the most stereotypical of all womanly stereotypes. However, this goes unacknowledged and at the same time it goes unacknowledged that the burden of initiating sexual contact rests almost totally on the man. Despite that burden, it is now, essentially, a crime to get turned down for sex. Where did this new crime come from: displeasing a woman in the course of trying to get laid? It must be from the faggots.
I tell you what... my enemies aren't going to like it when they find out I've been putting "typos" in their time travel messages. Sucka! Fuck you.
It says King Solo Man was the wisest man that ever lived. He ended up with like 700 gfs.
After the anal implant started electrocuting me again recently, it's presence being a 24/7 anal rape from which I cannot escape, I inspected my anus with my finger again today. There is definitely another shallow one in there, much smaller than the one I felt last time. I went to the free doctor not too long ago and told him I thought I had an anal implant. He inspected my anus with his finger, told me that he thought it was healthy that I thought I had anal implant and sent me on me way. Since they have taken away all of my money, I have no way to get someone else to check for the anal rape device AND ALSO remove it, so I tried to remove it today. I made a makeshift anal speculum but the process of sticking it my ass was so irritating that I could not feel the tiny device in the swollen tissue. I will definitely exterminate the entire people of whoever raped me in the ass and left that thing in there afterwards. People might say, "He can't exterminate the entire people of everyone who ever slighted him," to which I say, "You don't think so?" In fact, if I don't exterminate them in full then that would pretty much be a big fuck you to the people who did the right thing, and I would never say that to them. To them I will only say, "I love you." However, as Jesus said, "I did not come for the righteous," and right now I am completely fixated on returning the rape many times over, on them and their children, with brutality and malice. People might cite the rest of my Jesus quote as, "so that sinners might be called to repentance." To that I say, "I already did that. They didn't repent."
Coded message from BB: all historical memes come from the future.
I bet a lot of people in Rosenstein's family are going to end up getting their genitals eaten by rats too.
You don't believe he is me?
No.
Trust me, I am him.
Prove it.
How?
Do something omnipotent.
It doesn't say God is omnipotent, that's just some bullshit you made up.
Yeah, well... prove it.
What proof could I offer?
Do what God would do.
What would God do?
He would destroy us completely for our infidelities.
OK.
Buy my book. I changed the price to $15.99, it should update soon I suppose.
Jacob is Satan and Peter denied Jesus three times. Styx is literally the name of the river in hell.
I didn't leave that many instructions.
And yet who do "we" cluster around as your leader and praise?
>boat
This observation follows trivially from the meme context. However, something which I view as trivial and yet others struggle to come to grips with is this: it is a very special property which prevents the heart from being killed, and people who are not the heart do not have that special property, nor do their progeny, and they should be careful to make sure the heart doesn't hate them and want to use them as the example of what happens when you go against the heart. That example is going to get made, and yet those non-heart people without special properties fail to grasp that it is wiser not to encourage the heart to use them and their people for those example purposes. Indeed.
It's less funny when you realize that they unironically thought God would be an average douche bag like them.
Recently I was opining that it's hard for me to see what kind of transition we could go through to take us from where we are here with these anal implants electrocuting my anus all day and hecklers ridiculing me on the streets every time I step outside, and hecklers ridiculing me all day when I stay in too, to where the Bible says we will be. That being the place where the obedience of the nations is mine and I inflict pain on suffering on my enemies many times in proportion to what they have given me. However, as people play more and more with time travel, more and more the people in the future will tell them only I am good, and that they are evil, and the fate of the universe depends on their obedience to my every command. I think this is a realistic transition mechanism.
It was me.
Is my paper 1% as good a the potato paradox? Let's see what Reddit's opinion is.
Since I have identified Mike and Ryan by name, let me do them justice, and also do justice to the Jews and the Scientologists. Mike bar Benjamin is pretty cool, but if he was ridiculing me on purpose at the behest of my enemies that is a capitol offense, and I also have exterminating all Israelites on my mind even in the absence of Mike's ridicule. On the other hand, Ryan bar David is an insufferable piece of dog shit that I can't stand to be around.
I saw a cyclist and a film crew near the park today. This post will remind me to water board them, let starving rats eat their genitals while they watch me crucify their families, and then crucify them too after I scraped their families' filth of the crosses I set up.
What if I'm in Atlanta-Georgia, Nevada and the town is filled with poisoned pussy and they're criticizing me for not trying to poison myself?
This table says that Atlanta, Georgia got almost double the average amount of rain this summer. That seems inconsistent with my experiences. I can't rule it out altogether, but the rain around here has seemed real sparse lately. That might be because I'm not in Atlanta, Georgia but rather I am in Atlanta-Georgia, Nevada.
Btw, the two people that I think are Netanyahu and Miscavige's sons are Mike Bixon and Ryan Aiken.
This makes more sense to me every time I see it.