When I think about Afghanistan, I think about the stories about how the Afghani men were keeping boys chained in their rooms for raping, and someone told the Army, "This is ok, that's just how they do it," and then the Army was like, "Ok, no problem with chained up rape boys. That's just how they do it."
I can tell you for certain: whoever is saying that child abuse is part of the culture and shouldn't be stopped is a liar and everyone who believes such obvious lies should be killed for stupidity. Same thing goes for whatever rape-like activities have been going on in my detention location: I am sure the rapists are telling the police, "No, what we're doing to him is ok," but they are lying and the people who believe the lies should be killed for incompetence, and the people asking other people for my own opinion should be killed for doing everything wrong. It's not ok; all child molesters should be killed.
I want you to hand over all your friends and loved ones to be defiled in public, and I want you to hand over documentary evidence of all your crimes, and, in general, I want the public to see you go through something at least 10,000x worse than what you've been doing to other people.
The reason I want this is so that I will establish myself firmly over my kingdom.
I'd say it's real unlikely, especially with options expiry in a few weeks, that S&P will close above 2700 next month. If it does then maybe my enemy still has some money.
One night after jiu jitsu, Jacaré, Manu, and I, and maybe Chris Moriarty and someone else, went to Canton Cooks next to LA Boxing. This was when my friendship with Jacaré was new and I was probably a blue belt. He told me about some guy he knew of in Brazil named "Caca na cara" which means "doodoo on the face." The gist was that we both agreed that the guy who liked to put plexiglass over his face to watch women poop was a degenerate. I wonder if Caca na Cara has since that time impersonated the man I went to dinner that night, or was that man himself speaking deceptively in the third person, and says that he is my friend when we both agreed that that person was nasty. It wouldn't surprise me. In fact, anyone who says they had "secret talks" with me might not be forthcoming in the fact that it was secret even from me that they were impersonating a different man at that time, unbeknownst to myself, a/k/a "secret," even if that man that I thought of as my friend met me under the circumstances of his own impersonation of a third man. The fact is, there is only one person I think of as "Jacaré" and he is the one who agreed with me that Caca na Cara was nasty, and I do not know if I have seen him over the last very many years, even since Jacaré's heart attack with Cobrinha. Everyone else who secretly disguised themselves as this person did so without my knowledge and, even then, the talks we had on the mat were seldom about anything other jiu jitsu and never exceeded the context of chit chat while we were at the gym where he was the owner and it was my place to show deference to the superior rank indicated by his red and black belt which he earned through ~35 years of study after receiving his first black belt from Rolls Gracie. Anyone that wore that belt without earning it under the rules of the IBJJF is a bad faith actor that deceived me regarding their identity, and even to this day I have no knowledge of such things, and I only write about them under the psychological pressure of very many lingering but unverified suspicions.
These two remind me of (left) the one who I assume is Carlos, the one from Mr. Robot, and (right) Joe, who were also the two people that came to mind when I read those screen names Jacob666 and The Solipsist.
"Our policies and our algorithms don’t take into consideration any affiliation, philosophy, or viewpoint," Dorsey claimed again later in the hearing.
With forethought, I want to laugh at and say, "Haha, I did that to you," to these interests in $50+ oil that soon will be disappointed.
Most of these people around me are going to get defiled. Especially the ones causing me uncomfortable psychological stress by constantly calling out my name. If they continue to ignore my teachings then I will show them that they would have been wiser to spend their time killing their loved ones and themselves than to bother me with their utterances. I will defile them to highest degree even if they have done it one time. Although they think they do this to me for some reason other than that I am the Sovereign Lord God, I will make it known to them that I am him. What I do to them in response will be maximally disproportionate to their squeals and grunting. They think that I won't respond at all, or that my response will be commensurate with the style of the impotence of their pestering, but I will defile them in the most malicious and profane sense of the word.
They have broken the covenant and I in turn will profane it.
I recently noted that blood splatter analysis of the sidewalk behind the Aurora theater where the Batman shooting happened suggests like someone with a slit throat went into the theater after being sliced behind it. Someone said, "What if his foot bleeding and he was leaving?," as an alternate analysis. Googling it again I found pic related graphic that says where the first giant pool of blood was before the person walked into the theater. The V-spray of the blood in the execution is just like the V-spray on the sidewalk. I had a whole separate page about this shooting on my old website but after Tex said to me one day, "Who was the fourth guy on the job ~wink~?," it always made me think it was him. It was always weird training with him when I would wonder if I had a whole web page dedicated to exposing the truth about his murder op, and I eventually took it down assuming it was preserved somewhere. Then Tex got married to pic related crisis actress a few years later.
Joey "El Mencho" Collins was in Paris for the Bataclan attack. When he came back, one of his toenails was all fucked up. He was in Acapulco for a café bombing one time too.
Chart says $20.
As I was walking into the library today, I was scanning if the table where I often sit was free. As I rounded the corner, I saw a man there. As I walked to another desk, the woman said, "Oh, he didn't think there was anyone there," in reference to my optimistic gaze toward the table where the man was sitting. This post will remind me to defile her children and grandchildren.
I guess these people around me think they are going to make a dollar by poking me with a stick but they will not. They will lose everything. Only those who stayed away will profit. My command is to stay away and they brazenly disobey.
Keeping slaves in a torture dungeon is a sin. That's what they call "the lust of the flesh." The faggots who like to keep slaves and torture people will tell you that the lust of the flesh is the man's attraction to the woman but really the sin "lust of the flesh" is about sadism, not sexiness. You can see why the faggots like to tell lies about this one.
Why would it be in the Bible 900 times: "God hates it when the man is sexually attracted to the woman," but zero times, "God hates it when you kidnap people and put them in chains and misery to hurt them for your own amusement?"
I'm God by the way: the Sovereign Lord God. The sin "lust of the flesh" is not what they tell you. That is homosexual propaganda. I like it when men are attracted to women and want to have sex with them. This is natural and healthy; it's the kidnapping and torture and dungeons that I don't like.
When it says I must like slavery because the Bible talks about the appropriate conditions for slavery, that is in reference to wage slaves (employees), not the gruesome sadistic kind of slaves kept by those who will tell you that the sin called "lust of the flesh" is in reference to heterosexual attraction. I hate slavery.
If it pushes through 1800 (it will) then what's to stop it from going to 500?
If it pushes through 2550 (it will) then what's to stop it from going to 1800?
Explains those tiny candles.
These four tiny candles.
I was looking at the construction where they are widening the highway. That would really be something if I am still in the detention location: an impressive feat of engineering to build those hills so that that they look so solid as the mechanical diggers dig them away.
It occurs to me that Trump started the trade war with China a few weeks before I went to Exide to inquire about their fraud activities. I hope he was banking on being able to steal from me throughout the duration of the trade war.
This post will remind me to get the man who was walking in front of me at the midtown MARTA station wearing my outfit and limping in mockery of the pain where they have drilled into my foot bone.
I can't tell for sure due to the way the CIA has used the tax money to merge the calls of "Jon" into the cymbals crashes of the music I'm listening to but I think when I go back through the log of today (20181120(unless they have lied to me about the date as well)) later, I will detect several anomalous instances of the word "Jon." Each one of them brutally kills a human that might have died in peace otherwise. Whoever is inserting these instances of "Jon" into the audio log, either directly through my headphones or directly through the other acoustic devices in my environment, is earning a slow, miserable death for someone who might not have gotten it if he had stopped doing it yesterday. Indeed, the very people who don't want their children to be tortured to death are those who enable them to continue to insert these instances of "Jon," "Wait, wut?," and, "Mkay," into the audio log. I will have no mercy on them. I am sure that whoever is doing it has no reason to stop as their own suffering is already maxed out as is that of every person they know and care about, but the people who enable these instances of "Jon" which I will later detect definitively in the audio log would see great incentives, in my opinion, in their revocation of his enablement to insert them but they do not revoke it! This is highly stupid and most unwise, and when I torture one person to death for each individual instance of audio anomaly that I can detect later in the audio log, likely dozens just from today, I expect those will be the feeble-minded children of feeble-minded parents, grown or in childhood.
After I made the long post below, I walked by some vile woman or a lifelike robot giving the appearance of a vile woman. Although I have been thinking about the Book of Genesis lately, she said to the librarian as I walked by, "What's the name of the first book." I suppose she thinks there is some deniability but there is none. The counter just ticked up when she did that, and since she a front facing agent likely already doomed to a miserable death, the person who pays for that act of hers will be someone behind her who would have gotten a merciful death but will not because she could not help but to seek that moment of self-exaltation as I walked by. This person is likely one of her children, or perhaps a brother or sister, or one of her sibling's children, or the child of the sibling of the robot's controller or its software's developer, or even more likely: someone in the audience of people who their ridicule is intended to entertain. Someone will pay. Their lamentation will be soulful.
I've come up with way, perhaps, to make myself more clear to my enemies. When I go back through the log later, I will count every instance of ridicule and heckling. For every instance I count, that is someone from my enemy's organization that will get boiled alive, at least. Once I drop them into the boiling water, I will wait several seconds and then pull them out so that they do not die quickly. Then all of their skin will blister and come away from their underlying flesh. In many cases of boiling, those unrelated to the heckling and ridicule, I will let the person die of infection. However, in these other instances, when the person begs me to just let them die, I will put Neosporin on them and bring them to a hospital to suffer the agony of their burns until they heal and I can torture them more later, over and over for a long time. They will say, "Please let me die," and I will say, "No. You could have gotten a quick death if your leaders stopped harassing me but they did not even when they knew that this was going to happen to you."
Every time I hear Joe's voice saying, "Jon!," or Erin's voice saying, "Wait, what?," or, "Mkay," or, "Right," or it's just some person I walk past saying my name or calling out my recent thoughts, or someone doing something like copying my outfit or marching a robot child in front of me, that is someone, somewhere, who might have gotten a merciful death but instead will be boiled and grow sad as they see the other boiled die while they themselves do not. Those in this group will watch the other boiled people die as they beg me to let them die too, but I will refuse their request. I will put Neosporin on them so that I can torture them for a very long time after they heal. Every time anything like this verbal ridicule happens, every time a robot bird makes an obnoxious robot bird sound that I didn't want to hear (I never want to hear robot birds) that is someone that would have gotten a merciful death who will be tortured instead. I will go back through the log of this part of my life and do it to one person for each instance and my estimate is that these tortured people are accruing at about 30-100 souls every day. So look closely: that millisecond of self-glorification that my enemy earns by sending you to ridicule me, the price he is paying is not his own torture which was already guaranteed; he is paying with the torture of the people in his organization who would have gotten a merciful death but instead will be selected for torture in one-to-one correspondence with the instances of ridicule. Note well: these are not people who would have gotten tortured anyway, I will select these from among them who would have gotten my mercy but have had it taken away as the price of my enemy's brazen irreverence. That is the regard your master holds you in: though I have made it known many times that each instance of ridicule and heckling will be repaid with someone's torture, he does it anyway.
He may be using drones or AI robots to do it to me but it does not matter with regards to my intention to torture someone from his organization in one-to-one correspondence: I will select one person from his org at random to pay for those robot crimes... in one-to-one correspondence. Therefore, if he stops today maybe there will be 20,000 randomly selected people from the gangstalking crimes of these last two years but if he doesn't stop today then there will probably be about 20,050 based on how he pesters me constantly all day. Your own children might fall into that final group of fifty people who could have gotten vaporized in a millisecond in a nuclear explosion but instead will be tortured brutally for a long time in one-to-one correspondence with number of instances of heckling and ridicule that I count when I go back through the log later. That is how he spends your lives: he will already pay for his sins with his life, but since he has done it more than once, and the people in his org did not stop him, and they had him as a god before me: the Sovereign Lord God, I will use them and their children to pay for each instance with torture.
So... while one might think that the members of that organization would ask him to stop spending their lives like that, thereby reducing the number of them that find a merciful death by dozens to several dozens each day, they take no such actions. Even better than asking him to stop, they could ask me to kill him but they do not.
Indeed, as I walking down the hall earlier some lady called out, "Jock strap," which is something I have heard many times and recognize it by now as a meme of displeasure of my enemy's organization. I suppose she thinks that when I look at the log later I will not put her into the torture for it but I will. Now hear this: even if that was a robot calling out, "Jock strap," to me in the hall, someone in that organization which would have received a merciful death is now going to get tortured. The way I will ensure this is that later I will go back through the log file and count each instance of their irreverent bullshit, and I will put a person into the brutal torture which is likely not the kiddy torture they probably have in their minds. What makes them want to spend the lives of the people in their org this way? I have no idea but I can only remind them that the Bible doesn't say God does it to the believers; he does it to the unbelievers and makes believers of them by doing so. So know this as you you persist in your irreverence: each time you do it, that is someone who is going to be in agony begging me to let them die of the infection that will cover them when their blistered skin peels away but since you have been so brazen in your heckling, I will refuse that person's request and put Neosporin on them, and let them persist in the agony of their burns until they heal and I can torture them more, more, more for a long time. Just like they pester me more, more, more, calling out, "Jock strap," as I walk by, I will keep them alive more, more, more to torture them more and more brutally. And if they are using drones to heckle me, then the people who will suffer the burns, and who will watch the others find peace in death as they go in in their own pain, will be chosen at random from my enemy's organization. Someone will die horribly for each and every instance, and those who know I'm telling the truth, your leaders even while you yourselves as the pissants may doubt it, keep sending you into that for the 5 seconds of self-glorification that they get by making some obnoxious comment or setting off the torture devices in my foot and asshole, or making some robot bird make a sound I don't like, or making sounds outside my tent as my mind wanders. Any of it... later I will select from the group which would have all gotten merciful deaths and -- in one-to-one correspondence with these aforementioned actions and similar acts -- they will be brutally tortured. When their skin comes off they will ask me to let them die and they will watch others die, but those in this group will get slathered in Neosporin and kept alive so that I can torture them even more later. And even while you may not believe it, please be assured that the guy who's sending you to bother me, the one who instilled in you the idea that such actions were wise to begin with, does indeed believe it and sends you and your children into it anyway... in one-to-one correspondence.
When I look at the log later, each time Joe says, "Jon!," or a robot plays his voice, or Erin says, "Wait, what? Ok," they are taking one of you out of the group that would have gotten merciful deaths. They too will get unmerciful deaths, but I can only kill them once and someone is going to die in torture for each and every instance: for each and every instance of your gangstalking nonsense. It is all in the log file and I will count each instance, and when they persist in doing it dozens of times a day or even a hundred or more, earning themselves as many as several minutes of self-glorification per day, they are also earning months or years of torture for someone who would have gotten a merciful death had the gangstalking only stopped a single day earlier. Those dozens of times per day that it happens, those are dozens of people behind them that I will choose in a pseudo-random fashion to be denied mercy and who will instead pay for the sins of their leaders.
Pic related: some of those in the remnant will be those I reward with life but others will be those who I deny mercy for many reasons, reasons including a one-to-one correspondence with these gangstalking instances.
I dreamt last night that this man's son is my main enemy.... and that his name was Emilio. I don't know if that's true or not but I have an anecdote. When I was about 11 or 12, Sol, who had well progressed Alzheimer's by then, asked me, "What's three from two?," in the way that an old man might quiz a younger man about his knowledge. I told him, "It's negative one." He said, "No, no. What's three from two?," as if I misunderstood him. I told him it was minus one. He repeated the question several times and then shook his head like I was a retard because I didn't understand that you can't subtract a larger number from a smaller number, and I was equally frustrated that he couldn't understand what I was telling him when it said it was one less than zero. So... if my enemy is indeed this man's son, then I should say, "Like father, like son."
One of the main groups that I will be sure to totally exterminate is the one that thinks having someone sit next to me is some kind of affirmation on my behalf that I think they are ok. Indeed, when the only valid method of communication begins, communication based on words whose meanings appear in a dictionary, then the first thing I will say is, "Kill them all." It looks like the other guy is saying via meme, though I can't tell because meme is not a valid language, that he doesn't want to give me the blood sacrifice I'm demanding for his sins because it will completely destroy him and his organization. Haha, faggot. I did that to you! You didn't have to choose to do what you did but you did it anyway and I am going to choose to make you insolvent. You went all in with nothing and ~SURPRISE~ you lost. Now fuck off and give me the blood sacrifice that I have described over and over and over. Faggot. I bet if that guy wasn't such a huge faggot then he probably wouldn't have been so intent on stealing my semen instead of simply asking me to fuck his women, which I certainly would have, and he would not be in the hole that his faggotry has become. Faggot!
Also, it's possible that all the dates I am putting on everything are wrong and they have me deceived with regards to the date. I think this would be necessary for them to move me among detention locations and also for whatever procedure(s) led to them drilling into the heel bone on my right foot which now causes me constant pain. When I, in turn, drill the feet bones of the people in their families, unmedically, I will enter them into a state of constant pain of much greater magnitude.
This post remind me to boil the children in the family of the man I saw in the bathroom as I was leaving the library today: 20181116.
Here's another story that makes me think of Helene. First some clarifications: when they say that the identity is stolen what they really mean is that an individual's person, a corporate entity bearing an individuals name and having a social security number, etc., is being used wrongfully by someone other than the eponymous individual. Now... here is the crux of the matter: the lazy, inept, stupid, and incompetent will try to say that my person, JONATHAN WARREN TOOKER, is El Arcón and that my person is vested with the authority of El Arcón, and that because Helene and Exide have fraudulently engaged my person that means that they are, in effect, El Arcón, but that is wrong. I am El Arcón and that's the end of it, and I don't give a fuck about their stupid legal framework which wasn't even an imagined concept until about 6,000 years after I set up the only legal framework that matters. They will say, "You should have kept control of your person better," but I will say, "Why? I am El Arcón and you're supposed to keep track of me, not some fictitious entity which is not El Arcón." This fictitious entity has neither authority nor any significant standing. The only item of any significance in this whole set of shenanigans is the monopoly on violence currently held by those who employ my person, fraudulently, in their fraud rackets. I think, however, that once all the weak-minded infidels get swept away, it will be apparent to everyone that the monopoly on violence is mein.
When I was about 12 or so (circa 1992), ebola turned into a major meme for Helene. Indeed, with the timing of these few "ebola" outbreaks over the last few years, I might speculate with regards to a certain scenario. I wonder if, perhaps, every time the government gets close to finding out the truth about me Helene gives ebola to some Africans and then deploys a team of feds to the Congo to set up an undercover clandestine office designed to derail whatever leads the government is investigating. Certainly this is outlandish and merely a speculation but it seems like the kind of racket that a stupid yet diligent person like Helene might put together. Whatever ebola is, it is a meme for Helene; that's for certain. When they say the locals over there avoid the medical workers like the plague, why are we so sure over here that they are stupid to do so? Though I have no evidence, it does not seem unreasonable to me to speculate that Helene has concocted an "ebola response team" that serves her whims and she would not be able to employ an ebola response team without spreading ebola. This seems like the kind of thing Helene would do.
Whoever is telling these Dunwoody cops to give me stress should rethink their lives and ask if they want their children to come to my attention.
My prediction is that this negative frequency radiation was discovered after I, two months earlier, described a negative time mode in cosmology. Since time is inverse frequency, it is some coincidence that they found the same mode in quantum optics two months later. You see, even at the oil crash of 2014, oil never passed where it had been when Rubino et al. discovered this special radiation in early 2012. My prediction with regards to oil is that negative frequency radiation offers a way to extract free energy from lasers and the fusion news may or may not have been purely a cover story. Since the plasma physics of nuclear fusion involves a reverse time component called the advanced electromagnetic potential, they may have made simultaneous breakthroughs in both regions:laser energy and fusion energy. However, I think the reason Lockheed was so keen on advertising that their reactor would be very small is because they had a tabletop laser physics setup in mind rather than a compact plasma containment vessel.
Regarding the 1MDB scandal which I have long regarded (for years now) as being a proxy story laid atop the scandal of my own life, I see it has recently come to light that Goldman CEO Blankfein was "in the room." While I was at Exide, we had a huge bank of cubicles in one very large room. A man standing in the back of that room on most days, very far from my desk and certainly out of earshot, looked very much like Blankfein to me. While I was there, I was constantly saying, "Sandy, stop lying. Sandy, why are you lying? Sandy, why do you always lie?" I wonder if Blankfein said, "Yeah, I was in the room. I didn't hear anything like that," without mentioning that he was like 50 yards away and not within earshot at all. Also, I bet the Tim Leissner persona is occupied at times by the son of one of my main enemies.
I remember when I was in grad school Joey and I would often get high after jiu jitsu. Sometimes he would be pulling up videos on his computer and I would have to watch him type. It was so painful for me and it made me think he was so stupid. I could not stand to watch him misspell every other word and then later just right click for the correct spelling as needed. Now here we are six years after teh typo video and now that is exactly how I type. I used to make an effort to not to make a bunch of typos but I no longer do. What's the point if they're going to insert typos? Still, I see the irony in my former view of Joey's typing ability. I suppose there's a significance difference in the fact that I could do fairly well in a spelling bee and Joey probably couldn't, but the irony is undeniable.
Another person made some comments to me out here this morning. She said, "We didn't think you were taking your job very seriously." What job is that? I have no idea. However, if she saw some two year streak of total non-participation in some job that no one ever mentioned to me, and she assumed the issue was that I wasn't taking it seriously without considering that someone was lying to her about me having that job, or lying to her about me knowing that my person had been entered into that job, thinking I preferred instead to be a homeless bum for two fucking years, telling herself not that the people in control are evil but choosing to believe instead that I am just a crazy retard, while also believing, mind you, that I had been offered this ``job'' under some meritorious conditions, then she should be killed for incompetence and stupidity.
This morning some person on the patio at McDonald's came to heckle me after the window washer had passed by. He said something about Shit Face, who I think is as known as Caca na Cara which means "Shit on Face." Right behind the person who mention Shit Face to me this morning is a hotel: Le Meridien. Now... I don't know if Meridien is a French word, but it strikes me that the name of this hotel is awful like Le Mierdien which sounds like the kind of place Shit Face would like: a hotel called The Shitardian or The Fecal Freak Palace. On the sign in front of the hotel it says the restaurant in the lobby is Portico and it is written in the exact same font that the news service Politico uses.
I will drop their children into boiling water and then give them back their parents to watch the outer layer of flesh slough off, among other things, as they try to console the fruit of their loins in that time of suffering. These infidels will regret their mockery more at that time than they enjoy it at this time. I will make sure that two are almost incomparable in magnitude.
These two creatures behind me too, or those that sent those robots. This post will remind me to put the children in their families into the rape machine.
I want to remember specifically the woman that said, "Jon Tooker," as I was walking just now. Unlike these other people harassing me today, that person who I only interacted with incidentally might not stand out when I watch the surveillance logs later. When I am drilling her teeth later, I hope she doesn't like how the drill bit feels next to my name in her mouth.
I have declared that the mother of any child born into Trump's (Helene's) semen rackets should be killed, and all her other children, and the father figure, and all his other children, and the child itself. If they wait to kill these people, then I will do it. However, if they kill the child but do not kill the other people, then because they have sought to avoid my justice, I will be motivated to kill the brothers and sisters of the mother and father, and all of their children too.
It looks to me like Deutsche Bank was providing financing to Trump despite his tenuous balance sheet because of the illicit money he was making of his semen guzzling rackets. That would explain my suspicions that Merkel is one of these people who has been stalking and will earn for her earn family a one way trip to hell, hell being something I create on Earth to remind the people in the future not to be as stupid as people like Merkel and Trump... and probably Blankfein too. When they say "Blankfein was in the room," with regards to these "1MDB" proceedings, are they neglecting to mention that the room was as big as a football field and he was way over in the far corner? I will send all of these people to hell, and what I do to them will be so catastrophically horrible that it will remind people not to be so stupid for a long time.
Listen to me all you infidels. You are probably starting to believe that I was telling the truth when I told your ancestors that they should teach their children to fear me. Now I am telling you something else, and since are believing the one thing I hope you believe this too: if you betrayed me, and know that betrayal can only come from a friend, then you should kill your friends and loved ones to make sure they don't fall into my hands. I will use their suffering to make them hate you, and I will do it severely, but if you kill them before I can do that then it won't happen. However, if you betrayed me, then I will put them in the long cycle on the rape machine and you'll be there to watch it as I remind them every five minutes that I'm doing it to them because you ignored my instruction to fear me and then you also ignored my instruction to kill them to keep it from happening to them.
When I round up everyone from arXiv and put them to death slowly and some cases not so slowly, they are going to be really upset that they appointed whoever is making these decisions to be their decision maker.
One of these people is Barron Trump's mother and the other isn't his father. Trump is going to burn in hell for what he did, and his family too, and the same for everyone else who did the same thing: stealing my semen instead of sending their beautiful women to me, and all of their families. They will all die, and many unmercifully.
The difference between me, The Lord, a human man, and the other humans who are merely human is that the time travel bureau supports what I do. Although this day has not yet come, it will come.
This cartoon says a lot to me. Back when I was being an idiot and groveling indignantly for someone to toss me a few dollars a day for being their servant, it seemed to me that although the employment was all technical computer stuff in nature, the main thing the interviewers were looking at was my reactions to their psychic "squeezing" attacks. I do not know why they think this is important, and I will kill them until they stop thinking that, but I have often wondered if this is part of the "Keeping Scientology Working" program in which the Satanists embedded in the business sector preferentially hire other satanists.
Regarding these people around me who will die gruesome slow deaths after I mock and humiliate them while I do the same to the their friends and loved ones: the title of this article seems like something they would report when I turn my back to someone because having them in my line of sight disgusts me too much.
I know the guy is thinking, "If that's him then he tricked me." I didn't man. It's all true. Please don't put your lot in with my enemies.
Honestly, I don't even know what the guy's religion is but I think the point is the same in any of the main ones.
Another thing I saw this summer: it said Adolf Hitler was only homeless until the economy crashed.
In recent years, even before becoming homeless, it had seemed like the rain went way down from how I remembered Atlanta. I saw on some website that Atlanta got about twice as much rain as average this last summer, but where I was saw only a deluge for about 15 minutes one day and a light sprinkle on another day. I mention it because this week seems like the rainiest few days I have seen a long time, and that is also weird because it's not really even that rainy.
As a result, he thinks it is likely that today we will pile-on "melt-up fuel" as the election hedges are unwound thereafter, and notes that the 2800 strike still matters the most from a gamma hedging perspective
I read this article. It was irksome to me to see the author chanting "3.7% unemployment, what's the problem?!?!?" The problem is that while the unemployment rate is named after unemployment, it does not measure unemployment. The metric that measures unemployment is called "Workforce participation." It tells you how many people are employed and unemployed. To the contrary, the unemployment rate measures the number of people collecting unemployment insurance. Once your insurance runs out, you are both broke and unemployed, so in a worse position that being unemployed and collecting a check, but when that happens to you it makes the unemployment rate go down. Therefore, when they say, "Look how low the unemployment rate is," what they are really calling attention to is the number of people who lost their jobs and then also lost their unemployment checks.
The profile of this building on the left has always reminded me of Jabba's palace. Lately, this other feature is reminding me of Jabba's barge. In the movie, it said there was not a more wretched hive of scum an villainy in the whole galaxy. I can believe it!!! Hopefully I was frozen in carbonite when I was living behind that black building and now that I am on the barge, I am about head back into space.
Lately at the grocery store they've been making a pretty big deal about distinguishing white American cheese from yellow American cheese. If I'm understanding them correctly, I would advise them to buy a pack of crayons and compare the white one to their skin tone. I don't think it would be a good match at all. Also, if I'm not mistaken, the white dragon society is a subsidiary of the golden dragon society.
This week I advise the people in Laura Kershaw's family to kill her before they fall into my hands because I get my hands on my them while they were still letting her live then I will kill them all and grind up their children in the machinery of vengeance.
It seems weird that gmail is the absolute slowest, worst performing website I use. Why does it take so long to load?
Also wondering if the image on the right is a altered photo of the person on the left or if that is a different person.
I could not help but notice that I am quite similar looking to this person who is my dad though I've been wondering if he is my biological father
My protest turns 7 today. Then I was complaining about Republicans. Now I will breathe a sigh of disappointment if the Democrats win tomorrow. Whoever wins, I will breathe a big sigh of disappointment that math and science don't count anymore.
Will someone feed that piece of dogshit to her enemies already? Do those her put her with me now not realize that I will put them with her later?
I have noticed that after hours futures trading seems not to be strongly correlated with intraday moves.
False. I will not renege on the original covenant. The abolition of the covenant, the only covenant, is rebel propaganda. The people have the free will to keep the covenant or break it, and whatever they decide, I will keep my promise about my response. I will keep my promise right down to the very letters in the original documents.
Look at the religious authorities. Even though what they preached for the last few thousand years is, "Only God is good and we are all sinners," and, "God's understanding surpasses that of all men," now that the time is here they say, "If that's God then I am well-motivated to throw my lot in with Satan because that man God is not like my concept of my best self but Satan is into the same kind of thing I'm into."
Someone might ask, "God, how do you justify telling us that only you are good while none of us are?" I would answer, "It looks to me like if you give command to anyone but me then the human race will go extinct but if you give command to me then it won't. That's the gist I get from the book. It says, 'Only God is good,' and, 'the way is narrow.'" Who am I, Jon, to disagree?
This movie is based and red pilled, and it was pretty good and I was surprised that it held my attention the whole time.
During my three rejections by the Israelites which I have previously recounted on this blog many times, I said that some man that I thought I recognized as an actor came into the secondary detention basement of the Thai-Israeli Taskforce and started saying, "This is El Arcón," before he sent me on way to New York (though I had arrived from Atlanta), pretty much making sure the door hit me in the ass on the way out. This was another person I recognized as an actor in that dungeon besides the other actor which I eventually recognized as Calogero from A Bronx Tale. Later, on the subway in NYC I recognized some old woman, a crone, as an actress who sat directly in front of me. Based on the similar looks, I thought at that time that I she must have been the mother of the other actor. The woman started giving me dirty looks and I felt her psychic attack on me. I distinctly felt me attention being pinched/pulled to one side and then I nodded off for what I thought was only moment. I opened my eyes and she gave me another dirty look, one of smugness and extreme self-satisfaction as if she had pulled a fast on me by making me nod off when I was quite tired from flying to Israel and then back to New York, or going from one crazy to place another without much rest. Anyway... I had said that I thought I recognized her as an actress but I could not place her. I think I just placed her this evening when I saw her as "Thelma" (an occult name: Thelema) in this Inspector Gadget movie: Frances Bay. Her Wiki says she died in 2011, and when I saw her in the movie I thought her nose was not so beak-like as the woman on the train, so maybe it was not her, but there must be some other actress that looks like this woman, one who is likely the close relative of the man with the equally beak-like nose who started calling me El Arcón in that secondary detention basement.
If you think you're going to make a profit by running a robot child in front of me just so you can say, "Look at the magnitude of my exhalation when I can divert the path of the Lord God Almighty," then they will be sorely mistaken to find out what are the real wages of such rebellious actions. The wages are death, and for your real children too.
There's at least one Republican I'd prefer to see lose, however.
If this guy in here is Jed, and he is wearing a disguise in front of me, I will send him into the most severe level of torture. If he once impersonated Emily then he was already in for that anyhow and I will take no more severe action than to put him into the most severe level of torture among the torture criteria that I hope to soon develop. I will put him into the absolute worst one and then I will forget about him as I already had once before.
This woman reminds me of a disgusting horrible bitch at one of the places where they feed the homeless downtown: "Safehouse." This woman did not like me at all, and had a bad attitude toward me. It was very obvious that she thought she knows who I am and that she did not like me, and did not like letting me eat with the other homeless. Don't forget: a vote for a democrat is a vote for someone who will encourage your son to cut his cock and balls off.
Here is another question about the unmitigated impunity of the officials operating under and taking federal welfare checks from the Trump administration while I myself only get the measly $100/month state welfare check. Because of the impunity of the infidels to follow me around everywhere I go and ridicule me through the words they speak with earshot of my position, I use headphones to listen to white noise. Even within that white noise, the infidels of Trump's administration, those he allows to operate with unmitigated impunity even unto this day, are in my computer saying, "Right, right," and, "Ok, ok," through my headphones every time I have a thought or write something. I hate them and their voices, and between now and the time I destroy their hearts and minds with outrageously brutal torture, I would prefer not to hear them. I hate their voices and yet the Trump administration allows them into my computer to constantly ridicule me through my own headphones when I put them in to block the ridicule of the agents of the Trump administration that follow me around to ridicule me with their spoken words.
Take note of these words: if I heard your words of ridicule when I didn't want to, and I never want to hear the ridicule of the infidel, then by the time your long, long torture finally ends your mind will be so broken that you probably will not even have a concept of how long I have been torturing you for, and you will know nothing but an eternity of pain and misery: pain and misery of Biblical proportions, not the lesser kinds of pain and misery that are allowed under the current federal torture programs which are less than what would be called Biblical pain and misery, and anguish and suffering and lamentation. If you are one of the people attacking my peace and tranquility, either in person or through my computer, and you do not find the good fortune of a death before you fall into my hands, I will put you into the worst thing that I devise, and that thing will be managed by the most brutal hands I can trust, and those hands will be quite brutal, probably much more brutal than your imagination of the suffering you think I am promising you. I will destroy your body and your mind, and your suffering will last for a very long time.
I watched The November Man again yesterday. It is a very good movie. The big surprise at the end is, "Was it Weinstein?!?! Was it Weinstein!?!?," and then other guy says, "No, it was Helene." This film was produced by Mnuchin's company Relativity. So here is an important question: How did Helene get the impunity she enjoyed leading up to the production of that movie? How did she get the impunity in the couple of following years? How did she still manage to enjoy that impunity even after Trump became the President and hired the guy who made the movie about, "Surprise!!! Helene is the bad guy!," to be in his cabinet? Where does her impunity come from? Who gives that gift to her? It doesn't come from me; I want to give her to her enemies or at least put her out of her misery, and yet even two years into the Trump administration she still enjoys the same impunity she had before she got outed as the bad guy many years even before they produced The November Man back in 2014.
In the Bible, it was Peter who denied Jesus three times. In real life, it was the Israelites who denied me three time and thereby precipitated my current condition. Also in real life, as I am a homeless person without even regular toilet facilities, the Pope sits in the throne of the guy who denied me three times, sitting there up to his neck in gold.