a ticket to the theater of the macabe... cost: one click
Later, we can discuss what we give for a soul. I have been offered to live in a submarine for safety, most states in the union courted me when they showed me to the world, without explaining what they called waking me up was meant to make me compliant to their needs . . . which did not work.
I WOULD NOT LISTEN when they told me children were watching. and told them not to let children watch me. As soon as I knew I was going to have an effect on the thinking of the next generation I had the children, and that was all I cared about, after giving up on the idea of killing everyone older than me, which would have made this easier, for sure... though hardly my style to stereotype let alone about age. I was trying to threaten you into letting me into a life God did not want for me. We were at odds though of course I cannot win.
The internet show about the life of Christ that they thought I wanted people to watch me in my real life, which I considered the ultimate intrusion, an act of war that you pretended I agreed to when I assumed you already had started. Nothing was above you to that point. You had shown me a world that made no sense and sent me no one to guide me through. What did you expect? I would quietly take my place among the famous and be worshipped?
I do not need worship, operation blue beam chose the right Jesus, to LOSE. They are idiots in the end, anyone who tries to fight against he inevitable, which is that race, religion, etc... is not worthy as a means to judge. How pitiful and fifty years ago. We move beyond that... and they woke me to the world when they needed a great white hope to lead my race.... and when I said make peace in this race war or forget about me... they let me abdicate my invisible throne -- laughable though I shall I always find it, a trinket of power...
YOU CAME UNINVITED INTO MY HOME AND I REFUSED TO TREAT YOU AS GUESTS
AS I MAY HAVE HAD YOU COME WITHOUT DECEPTION'
THOUGH YOU KNEW ONLY A CREATURE YOU MADE UP
AND IGNORED MY INPUT
I had an ally, the Mexican's, and the Puerto Rican's who were there from the start for me, and remained despite all and I owe them my life I am sure. They are embroiled in this race war that I wish to bring peace within, and re-established these lost connections, which would have meant the world to me had I known of them... I would have fallen on one knee and thanked you, offering my throat if I ever betrayed you. If not for our differences, which we will work through, our mutual beliefs could bring us back together. Too many on your sides died to lose in this war to bring you all justice, and to truly preserve your cultures, and protect your lands from scourges of locusts, like the drug war ravaging your land, which should not be needed to support the people, let alone give them the drugs they will get no matter what. Legalizing everything is scientifically the decision to make, yet the politicians are too controlled by the biased. The intelligence agencies and others make big bucks off of drugs, and do not want to give that source of income easily.
We will take it if we win.
The power I hold on the planet, let alone what I have had in the past, was too much for anyone to try to understand from all the perspectives one would need to avoid offending all sorts of parties whom I meant no harm to... perhaps to criticize their behavior, ask them to reconsider... but I spoke in the harshest of tones, because I hated the cameras that were watching me. How was I to know people were living underground, because they read a short story I came up with... out of nowhere, and never even went back to work up because I considered it uninteresting. I would never ask such changes from another person, never ask them to do anything I would not do, though is much I ask of others that I cannot physically do... or am not able to do. or qualified.
I have to ask the real soldiers to step up again, as they have before. Many of them were purged. I watched the ones on the news, and figured they were the ones who lived thru the purge. I hope that was part of the peace treaty. That is what I asked for at the time for rebel ships. I had control over aspects of the military at that point, especially because the marines came to me first... in the first week as I was waking up, I asked the contact how many marines were behind me... eighty, ninety percent I asked not knowing what to expect, and he answered one hundred percent, sir. That was the proudest moment of my life, and I knew that a lot was going on that I did not understand. I was elated our revolution was going so well. Then nothing changed in my life, and all the drugs they had me on, Seroquel mainly, to drive me mad, along with the pain and the tv suddenly taking on a life of its own, as I claimed waking up from the brainwashing, which in a way was preparation for me to decide which group would rule, in a way.... taking orders from a stoned man who was not aware of your secret world was a madness I could not have expected to have any effect.
Took me a long time to recognize soldiers, who I supported... even after what they had done. I support all races, though I am never going to turn on the white race for being white, or for being convinced by unknowing elders of prejudices, which have fueled your fight, the torture train.... all the horrors that enter our minds when I BRING THIS UP... that I must not name... how the bodies were done away with...... how 'do not tell them where the bones are hidden' were the first words I heard from one of the religious killers the CIA was working, telling me they were getting rid of bad salt with a fanatical look in his eyes which I had never witnessed before, a man rationalizing killing with religion like a hypnotic narcotic driving him to withdraw all moral qualms from this act, considering the murder quite the opposite. They were killing followers of the religion that I asked they stop, not wanting to be worshipped. I did not want them to be harmed, and tried to be a much kinder, more responsible person once I knew acolytes existed, who humble me still with their interest in my life, their study of my words, which echo the philosophies of greater men at their close to best, and show glimpses at God as is my gift... a friend of mine calls Poetry the LANGUAGE OF GOD...
As a poet, who has felt the inspiration of at the very least being brainwashed into thinking like Christ, it stroke strongest during poetry, when I would go into a trance, and afterwards be astounded the words before me had come from me, after scoffing at my poetry for a few years...
This bit of intel came in handy I was told, however small. I only found out my drug dealer worked with the enemy late... and then I wanted to gather as much as I could from him and his partner, who had finally admitted to being a spy, giving me messages from the CIA, among them that I should kill myself, which came along with another one using William Shatner as a spy who in the end of the commercials went off the bus with the blacks, because he would have wanted it that away, and dying... no commercial program ever ended so black... and when I responded FUCK NO... and started writing about how I would never kill myself, and if I should ever come up with that brand on my autopsy they should add MURDERED BY CIA. They would get a bit more than spanked, and Chicago would get a quick glimpse of the simple old burning fire pits melting humans hell they unleashed on their planet....
Think of my life. The neighborhood is meant to look normal. I asked for a normal life, did not want to go to Hollywood or, as I told them, BUILD A MANSIONS WITH THE BONES OF THE POOR... as they had done. Etc... Of course I cannot leave Chicago without leaving no Chicago and I may do that, though I prefer to sit here until God ends the planet, makes the decision, which will not start with a nuclear bomb going off, though that will happen as well. Take the decision out of the hands of the bomb.... bombs do not decide when they will hit the ground and be no more... neither does Christ.
I know the blacks and the communists, the group I lead though I heartily give them veto power over that which they know or repercussions in the shadow world I could not be aware of, given my ignorance of your ways -- the mistake you made from the beginning and still fail to fully address, for reasons of hating me, and banishing me from your ungodly click, which is your loss in the end, because the revolution has to split away from the media monkeys to survive, and indeed begin to stop them from continuing the lying media at all, without our ability to educate the people in what is truly happening in the world. They will resist unto death after death after death. May they be none of yours. May the sniper rifles I have told you to have know that there must be no dead who are not absolutely essential to the cause. No fucking usa drones that take out entire towns. We will send more subtle messages that the industry is not long viable, and make sure the stock market knows.
We will talk terms with some... others start to lose family members... pets... human and otherwise. Exposure of your secrets, to those who will use them against you, from the public perceptions to your spouses, or lovers, or children, or the law -- for those of you who are not above its grasp, as yours truly remains due to my favorable status with Blue, which I have fought for and deserve at this point, at least as not a threat, and one who stands with you in silence to your deeds, feeling your confessions in your hearts, in your thoughts, and seeing your redemption in your actions. You will always have my debt to consider when dealing with me. Our differences once great too have to be healed. The past must remain the past. and despite our battle between THE FAITHFUL IN COLORADO WHO I WOULD HAVE RAN TO HAD I KNOWN WHAT WAS HAPPENING IN THE WORLD... perhaps, and though I was later regretful I was not there to keep things in line, I could not leave Chicago, be driven from the city, I thought, at that point.
So the mob and Colorado go at it, with the media on the side which was not going out and killing a lot of humans on the advice of their God... to whom for awhile no one would hurt them if they were answering my clarion call. I had worshippers all over the world, who knew of me for all kinds of reasons... I the one who was surprised always by how much people believed in me, but I never understood how much power I did and did not have.
When I said attack the mob right when I was on the verge of winning the battle to take the usa, stopped all these people who were following me dead in their tracks... and the mob walked onto a base near las vegas and shot SEVEN MARINES dead. The number seven had been associated with me, but I was told that the elevation they had made would be 6, and even that peple, the next day, would be replacing on their lapels the usa s flag for an 6...... I was that close to ruling the world but too ignorant to realize the mob had backed me and I needed them. I was still pissed at them for all they had done, and wanted revenge. I was stupid.... God stupid. Thank GOD those people, backed by mob, who stole from people as I learned, etc... using my name and insurance of all things... after I preached to the bugs and the watchers about needing INSURANCE, which I was referring to the insurance I had against my death, and was used to raise funds through insurance. Billions came out of it, more than likely. When I found out there was this money, I tried to compensate the blacks who had lost relatives... it was the best I could do and I knew it, though of course when I suggested this though who hated me responded that I thought money was worth a life... which is not what I meant at all, and I explained myself. Later, on Saturday night live, a show we used enough that the entire staff was fired the year after it got very intense, and they did some some skits that a lot of people wanted to kill them over.
The people making money off my webcam to the religious... They showed me a parody of a xfinity commercial -- a name they took when it was the fashion, after I used it as gangsta general x.... regardless, may have fought hard to make me an icon. When they tried to tear me down, after believing I was a racist dog, as the animal code for them is, people who do not believe in inter racial marriage, and other things. These people they thought I led. The commercial showed people dressed in purple, making me their king, telling people to get cable and a dog. The religious book I found a bit of that they wrote about me said, WE ASKED A WISE MAN WHAT WE SHOULD DO AND HE SAID GET A DOG. I as much as said this, always talking about learning more than my husky than humans, that they were better teachers.
I reacted in horror. The other side was never shown to me. Same as other groups. When I first started my campaign I asked for everyone to come out and help the revolution and live a new life and all this, and I included witches. In the end, when I knew about the dying, and how they killed all these people at once.... and they asked me about these witches, saying they were creating havoc, and that meant whatever, they would not tell me exactly what these women had done. I certainly never took witchcraft serious enough to care that people worshipped old pagan ways. I believe in reincarnation and seem to remember witches and healers and whatever... whatever. I do not care how people worship, or do not worship. As long as it is not a cult or people get hurt, or underage people are involved in unlawful or respectful manners.
I hurt the feelings of people by seeming turning on them when they were on my side at one point, when my enemies, sent me messages about how these groups were killing people, when I was brand new to the idea anyone was getting killed because of my writing in the voice of Jesus on my blog... attacking, and writing poetry. Anyways, I used violence to stop them from what they were doing, when an order would have been enough. They thought I was dog, until I had to say I was not just based on being against inter racial couples, which I am all for to be honest... I find becoming family the quickest way to a lasting peace, which is why it emerged early and has been so important to people ever since.
I often write in terms of having been reincarnated over and over and one of them being Christ, this is the way I have settled the debate within myself of what this creature is.... I took reincarnation therapy in my teens and was astounded it was true, and after leaving my body by astral projection twice, after spending a year doing exercises to learn to do it, when I was sick in bed and a friend with a parapsychologist father loaned me a book on the topic... then it happened when I did not mean it too, ironically enough, but I did not know that only by flying away from your body could you not be sucked back in quick. I have added this to the list of the mystical happenings which lead me scientifically as possible to know God exists. There are others that I am not his son so much, but his emissary to the worlds and your earth, certainly... and also the one who knows all planets die in the end, and will teach you this releases the souls of all creatures, all so different you could not begin to understand them in life, and in death there will be no need, because you will be drawn by the love of God toward him, feeling it grow stronger and stronger as you near... until you are I believe perfectly still in a golden light. Forever. If you wish.
I believe I have always felt this love on my home planet, and since we knew our souls could travel all over God's wondrous creations we felt knew we were blessed by God. First created,, those who would do his bidding -- this one who creates nothing without a reason well beyond all others needed thinking skills.
I explain myself by saying that as I watched a planet dying that I could have easily saved I SAID NO TO GOD... how he laughed. I was the first and though he knew I would come and experienced the moment and all moments at the same time. He knew I would give into my empathy. I was the first of my kind to live entire life cycles on planets to learn as much as I could, before I came back and shared my knowledge with my kind... after many planets dying before my eyes... their last desperate years murder and mayhem to the last. Noble peoples who deserved better. Or at least an honorable death that spared them these lives. He knew all lives were supposedly lived for a reason, he also knew some of the dead would be good people, old souls, whoever God gave
I so wanted to deny that what they were telling me was true. I remember talking long and hard about there would be no violence in Chicago and all this, which held among some, but the gangs still did their thing to each other, and there were deaths hidden from me... but my neighborhood, and Chicago in general, did not eel the heat of battle that others did.
There were entire towns that Killers, a phrase I used in my writing for a band writing songs about me, who I really liked, though like so many under orders they turned on me again. Their song about the guy got all this power and was now sweeping the streets he used to rule, and would not be welcomed by st. peter was aimed at me. I became to them the man who could have had it all and blew it... I did not follow commands and I was supposed to shut up about what happened and be glad I got away with my life afterwards. I called for a revolution after being ill treated by my captors, left in pain and used in ways I could not understand, under some secret orders not to talk to me about this, and the mayor himself told me there were cameras all over the neighborhood -- he did this the second month after so many began to believe or already had believed for a long time who I was and were waiting for me to wake up, when after I ended up homeless, something they arranged and I knew it, and the entire city seemed to know me... some feared me. They had seen me on video, and now they forced me out into the city. I was so angry and defeated that this had led to them doing that to me....
They thought I had gotten everyone riled up, then just backed off... no, after my time off thinking... I woke up pissed as hell, walked a block to an internet café, and read that a preacher was saying Jesus was from a rich family, I WROTE THAT I CAME FROM A POOR FAMILY... and was really pissed as hell and always hated the man, so I wrote a scathing poem about taking his head, and saving his students from his vile grasp... and they killed him. I found out much later that he died just after, though I was shown a sign saying kill farwell and responded that killing any preacher was wrong... then marlo Thomas who is dead, maybe because of this, or not... came on and said she knew the preacher and he was a good man and deserved to live. I wondered why they did this??? A few months later I call my ex girlfriend, who has seen the results of my words, and gained great fame among those who worship me, as a spy who was sent to keep me from having children... used to break down and say I was going to hate her so much, never told me why???? she hated the fame she got, especially when it turned to infamy, having dated this mass murderer, whether he did it for good or bad, he did it... and that is me, of course. The worst was ordering a retribution killing meant to make them fear killing the people in my religion. It may or may not have worked, I do not know.
I could change the mayor, save the lives of two presidents... but that was from my own people. When I would have stepped up to lead I was too ignorant to do so... they failed to give the star a script and God seemed to give me one, a grand plan, a mission, and I have been surprised as have enough to call me superman, by all I have lived through. I wrote in here how they made batman my enemy, those who hated me in the media.
They went so far that when they thought I was a dog and the dogs were losing, that they taunted me. Had an actor, a scientologist, a group I had raged against, make fun of me having diarrhea by calling me diarrhea dog... so juvenile. Their criticisms of me never seemed to rise above this. Enough to piss me off for awhile, but telling. Before the media had liked me so much I never discovered what my enemy thought of me. This was until they learned I am a cat, not a dog... certainly I am much more a communist than anything else, and their world is my goal for some part of this planet, but I also believe people should be able to decide for themselves, after being educated on the matter -- with an emphasis on telling the truth of this planet in the latter.
I could not urinate when they first made clear there was a camera in my bathroom, and they had this same actor come out and say I was piss shy. I did not suspect that all over the world this was being seen. I thought some grand secret was in play, and to some it was, but not me, not anymore. All the tv shows about monsters with all these treaties hiding in plain sight are metaphors for how life is, and that mostly includes writers and actors and others in the media which is operation mockingbird, a weapon in the war for minds... like almost everything else in the world that the intelligence agencies could use to complete their mission of providing enough disinformation and distraction to get away with any lie they wished, which they almost had, with the exception of a few on the net, but that was very hit and miss, and no one who knew was talking...as a spy once told me like three times, A SPY DOES NOT ADMIT THEY ARE A SPY.
His mantra, and informational... I suspected him of being a spy the second he said it... though he was ore a murderer than he was a spy. He tried to drink away his memories of what was happening probably even while it was happening.
I wanted to physically kill them... but how would I explain that to a judge? What would they do, to men who killed legally, their license to kill specific, to what they called fish.
One night the black guy who introduced me to these two, called and said, out of the blue, I watched a si fi show last night about these people who lived underground for nothing, and when they were let up, some of them had to be killed, they were so pissed. Then he tells me these two killers caught three fish, two brown trout and a salmon.
An odd call from a guy who ... the next day they accuse me of knowing about the fish dying, when I first began to suspect such a thing, then did not really know what it meant, until they cried BUSTED over the tv, when they said something about fish. THEY WANTED ME IN COURT FOR MASS MURDER.... they said once on tv, possibly expecting me to comment, though mostly it puzzled me though I certainly wrote about it... that the knights templers used as a code word KILL THEM ALL which I had made my password after getting pissed about constantly being broken into in my blog and stories and other things changed.... this time someone in Poland, I tracked.... I did not mean anything by this, though they tried to say I meant to kill the Christians. Very early in my comedy writing I wrote that if I ruled the world I would have to kill all the Christians, which was just a fucking joke... I wrote as if an apology to my mother, who I said I would also have to kill.... I sure as hell did not think there was any chance ever of my ruling the world mind you, or I never in a million fucking years wrote this, let alone if I became so religious after learning I am Christ. Believe what you want about me, but take me seriously no matter how absurd I see myself. This is my personal religion, as you have yours. In a way none of your business, though you may find I am particularly useful because of what I am.
I mourn for those I WOULD HAVE MOST wanted to speak to... the anger they provoked in me was no place to begin my sermons, the truth as it is reveled to me, and the fight for a thousand years of peace. Without being slaves to a genocidal oligarchy, by redistributing world wide wealth and enriching all, because there is enough money and more to do so. To have been a podium preaching away their prejudices, instead of exposing them to gunfire... When they learned I am a cat, on the left side, and did not want to hurt the cats.... When I found out the Chinese backed the cats, TO HELP THE BLACKS AGAINST THE CIA, WHO WERE TRYING TO WIPE THEM OUT... A RACE WAR.... They blamed me on starting that, without asking me what I wanted. The night I found out I blew my top and told them if there was not a group who accepted everyone than they should try to kill me then.... the next day they showed a black girl on tv crying and saying no one had ever said they would die before. I will never forget how much that meant to me. I do not wish to be the villain. I would die rather than fight in a race war. They are a distraction from the real war...
I used to think taking over the government won you the prize of the usa, but it does not... the politicians are called eagles, in the codes used by the underground rulers, and they are just one part of it... I remember the day they announced I was going to kill my first eagle... I refused. This death would have caused a race war, which I did not realize was raging, and part of why they wondered if I wanted him dead.... same thing happened to this rebel group with bush. The problem is there are more powerful groups, many of them, who you have to deal with to change this country, and almost all of them have a stake in bilking the common man and becoming part of the one percent.... their leaders are going to get to live through the great culling, and their leaders tell their tribes they will all get to live, but that is a lie. There is room for just a few, and the media blacks long sold out their black colleagues, white colleagues of morality, etc... to get to be stars. Live rich, take care of their family.
Regardless, my trouble is that while we communists are powerful, and remember China has limited capitalism, though is only now, though in a big, big way only a central government could do, beginning to address the environmental damage done. LA was pure smog sky until the problem was addressed.
How do I even begin to tell the women, pink, that I did not know they were pink when I said in disgust that I did not want to wear a hat that color.... I was pissed that I had no children and going crazy and just so pissed I was blaming... that day I thought the gays had kept me from having children, which sounds so ridiculous from me now... there were all these women whom I had promised sperm to, who I did not think took this seriously, until I said I would not do that either and they got pissed, then I joked about it later... then I said YES ANYONE WHO WANTS MY SPERM CAN HAVE IT... and being a hated figure for awhile in history, assuming there is enough lifetimes left for history to have relevance? I hope so.
I was angry. I apology for the madness again. I would not have hurt your feelings, and I would have and am so humbled by your faith in a figure I would have long lost faith in, and warred against even... unless I saw into their souls and knew they were trying to do good. I only fought when I THOUGHT MY ENEMY WAS EVIL. I sent many to their deaths fighting the mob. I saw that on the show Dominion, which they suddenly shut off. I was even told by a spy THESE ARE YOUR PEOPLE so I watched every episode of the show. I did not know people had attacked vegas, because though I ordered it, I kind of backed down, thought I HAD made a huge mistake afterwards, because I LOST all kinds of support when I did that.
The ones in Colorado took very seriously my ideas about the world being over populated, and my jokes about killing humans on this account being good, in my comedy about a serial killer. My comment on their being constant violence in the media inspired constant violence inn life and the media even worse.... especially as they showed the dark said.
I used to watch seth greens playduh show, which showed me someone getting beat up by two women after dissing someone named scott.... then later, after there was violence, and mayhem,, in Colorado, where their studio Williamsburg who I felt I worked with, because they used so much of my stuff in their work. SOUTH PARK moved out of Colorado when this happened. They are republican kind of, but whatever happened, they were terrified. They would not have moved without great impudence, and they had also done various episodes, like when I accidently released anger against the Jews, by not finishing my thought enough for people to get what I meant about Kafka, though it seemed clear to me...I can see how it was taken wrong. I then said the romans, not the jews killed Christ and they put this up, knowing I meant to leave them alone. A show called LITTLE BUSH that appeared, animated, which I also had a snide reaction to that was unfair, and I regret all too hell because it was a great idea..... JIM POINTED IT OUT TO ME, WHEN IT LOOKED LIKE THE REVOLUTIION HAD LOST, AT LEAST WE GOT LITTLE BUSH... which was providing information to the underground about what happened, like little George mistakenly targeting Jews. I said it humanized him too much and worked against us..... it was unfair, and the show would have been helpful. I was not in my right mind. My hatred had taken over and tainted every word.
I lost the love of the world the night I became so pissed I wrote ATTACK BLITZKREIG TAKE NO PRISONERS CANT AFFORD EM. And they showed me footage of all sorts of groups attacking the USA, and Clinton thought Syria was attacking the states.... all kinds of groups went after us. Before this, on the first or second day or week of this, the FBI CAME ON SAYING OURS WAS A PEACEFUL GROUP....THERE WERE ENOUGH THAT WHEN I TOLD THEM TO COME TO ME, THE NEWS SHOWED EVERY ROAD COMING INTO CHIAGO BACKED UP FOR MILES, SO I TOLD THEM TO GO HOME AND WE WOULD DO THIS OVER THE NET... I WANTED TO KEEP ORDER. I did not want to cause chaos.... people had heard a revolution, led by Christ, had been won. They came to the city to gather, moved in around me, etc... The followers and spies filled up my neighborhood, protected first by a private army, then the police and fire department, who took great pride that I gave up the second largest private army in the states, and placed my faith in them. The CIA had already killed various men sent after me from the middle east, where there was a huge fatwa out for me, after I apologized for ordering the murder and mutilation of a family, to stop snipers and save civilian and military lives alike, and it worked.. for awhile in this area there was peace, and our soldiers safe, and the Iraqi's had a newfound respect for the americans, some even joining the police, because they hated the Taliban too, hated their snipers coming into their houses and killing americans, who then tossed their houses, and threatened them... some in the most desperate places burn their houses down if they could not name the sniper. Here they turned in all the snipers, and they left town or died.
I was so depraved that when I suggested this I said they should send me a necklace of ears... and the news announced that part of the mutilation included the ears being cut off.... this is how they used tv all the time to talk to me and more, I WRITE FOR THE NEWBIES, to those who watched what they thought was a show or a God... the God ones may have been right, but that does not mean every word and deed I did I am pleased with, or would not pray for forgiveness about and try to earn redemption, at least by never acting that way again, if possible. I am always learning and ignorant on too much to lead without a fleet of advisors, and I knew this, and of course since the Bushes had declared me the enemy of their NAZI regime because Jeb was held hostage when all this started... I know not another detail that I will share, though they are nothing much and the enemy already knows them... no use sending anyone sniffing... regardless, someone slipped into my apartment with the intel that Bush was Nazi and had taken over, because I stopped the Chinese backed folk from doing so,,,, I did not know what I was doing, so like any good American, I told them we would revolt our own way, and would not subject ourselves to the rule of another country... inadvertently sending my actual allies packing, but BUSH gave them two TRILLION as Obama shouted out at the end of one of their live debates. He thought I was on his side, as did Hillary, and I guess I was at this time, a good democrat who would help them get elected, they both asked to meet, sent videos.
I TALKED TO NEIGHTHER because my order to attack made everything serious. In the simpsons they put up a wall around springfield, and this was Chicago, figuratively but certainly based on it.... I did not realize that I was so associated with the police I was considered by their color Blue, and also the Nazi's, who were colored brown. Especially the police however. This was the pig shit... later they showed Ralph, the retarded child of the cops gaining control of the world, and using it...
They did a lot of episodes for OPERATION BLUEBEAM, AS HAD BEEN IN THE PLANNING SINCE BEFORE I WAS BORN. The simpsons talked about how they were holding off on putting out a movie until they had an end, and they meant an end to my story, and they thought they got it... I was associated with Spider Man when this started, called this by some, because I wrote that I lived at the center of a web, and that people who came after me would be caught and die. This was a way to try to keep enemies away, using all I felt I had at the time, words.... when Homer comes down from his motorcycle run only a doctor has been killed. I was in such manias from the drugs and the brainwashing that I raged against quack doctors and doctors maybe in general and all this shit, hating them for all the pain I was in, and people went after them, killed them, as well as farwell. They acted at the time like I was all over, washed up.... and seth McFarlane who I liked, and made a big deal of keeping me informed, as a conduit for the cia of course.... you would be surprised by which parts are spy. There are books and books that will be written about this shit if my side wins, and can save the future for the masses. I hate to think a small oligarchy taking over the planet and writing history for the next generations... probably make it out like a disease went across the earth, not a poison they used to kill off billions. Try to let them start over, free of guilt, as free as modern americans over what was done to win their land.
I learned a lot from McFarlane, he called me Johnny, my stage name being Johnny Pain, and it is an episode where everyone is in a hotel out by a cornfield, terrified stan will have them killed. They made me a baby a lot, because of an early on joke I wrote, based on something my co host said, one of his characters, about protesting in a diaper. The first version of the show had a bunch of killers being stopped as stan and johnny talk about how everyone talks smack about other people, but do not really mean anything by it.... after stan is offended by what he hears bugging everyone.
All of these people in the hotels next to the corn fields wondering if they would die next.... this happened. A lot of people died. Earlier I spoke of witches and how they wanted me to do something about them, make some decision on how to stop them --- part of what they told me WALT SAID --I MADE THE MESS SO I HAD TO CLEAN IT UP... what a bunch of crap. I hated this walt and had no fucking idea what the mess was. The mess was started because they used me, and I had no idea what the fuck they had done. I hate Disney and will dismantle those fucks first chance I get, knowing what I know now. THERE WILL NEVER BE A MONARCHY RULING THE USA.... for the newbies, ever see a Disney cartoon, they are all about extolling monarchies for a reason, and I am one of them, worked with them so much I openly communicated once with whoopee Goldberg while the view was on.... They were trying to get orders from me I guess... I put up a pictures of Barbara to remind myself that peoples feelings were getting hurt, and whoopee asked me if I wanted Barbara... I rudely pointed toward mary ann, like I am with her, then said I put her picture up to remind me I was hurting people. People had already been hurt, I had been told about it but I had not seen it directly and some part of me refused to believe it... I was that way for a long time. How they must have wondered what the fuck I meant, when people were dead all over the place...
I was asked questions about a war I knew nothing about, other than it was needed.... though I ran into a maze filled with enemies, where as I thought the door led into a room with one.
Hm. I was used in the beginning, no matter how I write my perceptions.
LATER on the view, the star of the highest rated show on tv told the view that they should not give me a second chance because I terrified each and every one of them.. then went on to tell a story of how he forgave people who were terrified of him....
Funny, how when he was the one who was terrified, etc... this guy has been a star since he was very young so he is not exactly educated in any way. From their show, which is on what is considered the white channel, cbs, they told me, NO ONE IS GOING TO HELP YOU.... AND kind of made fun of me. Saying everyone he hung around with were genisus except one... and looked at the camera as if it were me. They were the idiots who did not inform me of what was happening then expected me to guess what they should do.
Those around me were such fools. No one was going to help me. I will never forget the smart one saying that on the show. The faces of stars who had some part in this come up all the time on tv and my gut drops everytimg. Recently I was watching the 100 and a character they used to play me on how I met your mother, a landlord who was bisexual and creepy and carving pointy sticks and drawing very badly. They had just told me I was really famous. I did not believe this before, but suddenly mick jagger and steven tyler know my name and Cheech and all these people and I start making stupid little drawings on the shit I write, and signing it... thinking I could sell them for charity.... not really trying to draw at all. THEY made fun of the guys drawing, and I was carving walking sticks, and used one a lot walking a strong, pulling husky... not pointening sticks. They were irish and had been with me before, though I did not know what they had done, and where before they thought I was in charge of them, and begged me not to BURN DOWN THE BAR, which I guess was code for hating them, or stopping drinking -- they asked me early on about drinking and I said I did not care if people drank. As Christ, I felt my primary job was telling people you did not go to hell for allt his stupid shit people said, and in fact no one stayed there for eternity.... that only happened in heaven... regardless.
You are getting rambly entries today, due to pot, morphine, clonazepam, baclofen, Neurontin, and tramadol, my usual dosage, three times a day.... the morpine is supposed to last 12 hours but does not so the doc gives me three. My back is very fucked up.... my pain is very intense all the time and they used this against me, sending me a doctor who gave me morphine patches that sweated right off me.
I WOULD NOT LISTEN when they told me children were watching. and told them not to let children watch me. As soon as I knew I was going to have an effect on the thinking of the next generation I had the children, and that was all I cared about, after giving up on the idea of killing everyone older than me, which would have made this easier, for sure... though hardly my style to stereotype let alone about age. I was trying to threaten you into letting me into a life God did not want for me. We were at odds though of course I cannot win.
The internet show about the life of Christ that they thought I wanted people to watch me in my real life, which I considered the ultimate intrusion, an act of war that you pretended I agreed to when I assumed you already had started. Nothing was above you to that point. You had shown me a world that made no sense and sent me no one to guide me through. What did you expect? I would quietly take my place among the famous and be worshipped?
I do not need worship, operation blue beam chose the right Jesus, to LOSE. They are idiots in the end, anyone who tries to fight against he inevitable, which is that race, religion, etc... is not worthy as a means to judge. How pitiful and fifty years ago. We move beyond that... and they woke me to the world when they needed a great white hope to lead my race.... and when I said make peace in this race war or forget about me... they let me abdicate my invisible throne -- laughable though I shall I always find it, a trinket of power...
YOU CAME UNINVITED INTO MY HOME AND I REFUSED TO TREAT YOU AS GUESTS
AS I MAY HAVE HAD YOU COME WITHOUT DECEPTION'
THOUGH YOU KNEW ONLY A CREATURE YOU MADE UP
AND IGNORED MY INPUT
I had an ally, the Mexican's, and the Puerto Rican's who were there from the start for me, and remained despite all and I owe them my life I am sure. They are embroiled in this race war that I wish to bring peace within, and re-established these lost connections, which would have meant the world to me had I known of them... I would have fallen on one knee and thanked you, offering my throat if I ever betrayed you. If not for our differences, which we will work through, our mutual beliefs could bring us back together. Too many on your sides died to lose in this war to bring you all justice, and to truly preserve your cultures, and protect your lands from scourges of locusts, like the drug war ravaging your land, which should not be needed to support the people, let alone give them the drugs they will get no matter what. Legalizing everything is scientifically the decision to make, yet the politicians are too controlled by the biased. The intelligence agencies and others make big bucks off of drugs, and do not want to give that source of income easily.
We will take it if we win.
The power I hold on the planet, let alone what I have had in the past, was too much for anyone to try to understand from all the perspectives one would need to avoid offending all sorts of parties whom I meant no harm to... perhaps to criticize their behavior, ask them to reconsider... but I spoke in the harshest of tones, because I hated the cameras that were watching me. How was I to know people were living underground, because they read a short story I came up with... out of nowhere, and never even went back to work up because I considered it uninteresting. I would never ask such changes from another person, never ask them to do anything I would not do, though is much I ask of others that I cannot physically do... or am not able to do. or qualified.
I have to ask the real soldiers to step up again, as they have before. Many of them were purged. I watched the ones on the news, and figured they were the ones who lived thru the purge. I hope that was part of the peace treaty. That is what I asked for at the time for rebel ships. I had control over aspects of the military at that point, especially because the marines came to me first... in the first week as I was waking up, I asked the contact how many marines were behind me... eighty, ninety percent I asked not knowing what to expect, and he answered one hundred percent, sir. That was the proudest moment of my life, and I knew that a lot was going on that I did not understand. I was elated our revolution was going so well. Then nothing changed in my life, and all the drugs they had me on, Seroquel mainly, to drive me mad, along with the pain and the tv suddenly taking on a life of its own, as I claimed waking up from the brainwashing, which in a way was preparation for me to decide which group would rule, in a way.... taking orders from a stoned man who was not aware of your secret world was a madness I could not have expected to have any effect.
Took me a long time to recognize soldiers, who I supported... even after what they had done. I support all races, though I am never going to turn on the white race for being white, or for being convinced by unknowing elders of prejudices, which have fueled your fight, the torture train.... all the horrors that enter our minds when I BRING THIS UP... that I must not name... how the bodies were done away with...... how 'do not tell them where the bones are hidden' were the first words I heard from one of the religious killers the CIA was working, telling me they were getting rid of bad salt with a fanatical look in his eyes which I had never witnessed before, a man rationalizing killing with religion like a hypnotic narcotic driving him to withdraw all moral qualms from this act, considering the murder quite the opposite. They were killing followers of the religion that I asked they stop, not wanting to be worshipped. I did not want them to be harmed, and tried to be a much kinder, more responsible person once I knew acolytes existed, who humble me still with their interest in my life, their study of my words, which echo the philosophies of greater men at their close to best, and show glimpses at God as is my gift... a friend of mine calls Poetry the LANGUAGE OF GOD...
As a poet, who has felt the inspiration of at the very least being brainwashed into thinking like Christ, it stroke strongest during poetry, when I would go into a trance, and afterwards be astounded the words before me had come from me, after scoffing at my poetry for a few years...
This bit of intel came in handy I was told, however small. I only found out my drug dealer worked with the enemy late... and then I wanted to gather as much as I could from him and his partner, who had finally admitted to being a spy, giving me messages from the CIA, among them that I should kill myself, which came along with another one using William Shatner as a spy who in the end of the commercials went off the bus with the blacks, because he would have wanted it that away, and dying... no commercial program ever ended so black... and when I responded FUCK NO... and started writing about how I would never kill myself, and if I should ever come up with that brand on my autopsy they should add MURDERED BY CIA. They would get a bit more than spanked, and Chicago would get a quick glimpse of the simple old burning fire pits melting humans hell they unleashed on their planet....
Think of my life. The neighborhood is meant to look normal. I asked for a normal life, did not want to go to Hollywood or, as I told them, BUILD A MANSIONS WITH THE BONES OF THE POOR... as they had done. Etc... Of course I cannot leave Chicago without leaving no Chicago and I may do that, though I prefer to sit here until God ends the planet, makes the decision, which will not start with a nuclear bomb going off, though that will happen as well. Take the decision out of the hands of the bomb.... bombs do not decide when they will hit the ground and be no more... neither does Christ.
I know the blacks and the communists, the group I lead though I heartily give them veto power over that which they know or repercussions in the shadow world I could not be aware of, given my ignorance of your ways -- the mistake you made from the beginning and still fail to fully address, for reasons of hating me, and banishing me from your ungodly click, which is your loss in the end, because the revolution has to split away from the media monkeys to survive, and indeed begin to stop them from continuing the lying media at all, without our ability to educate the people in what is truly happening in the world. They will resist unto death after death after death. May they be none of yours. May the sniper rifles I have told you to have know that there must be no dead who are not absolutely essential to the cause. No fucking usa drones that take out entire towns. We will send more subtle messages that the industry is not long viable, and make sure the stock market knows.
We will talk terms with some... others start to lose family members... pets... human and otherwise. Exposure of your secrets, to those who will use them against you, from the public perceptions to your spouses, or lovers, or children, or the law -- for those of you who are not above its grasp, as yours truly remains due to my favorable status with Blue, which I have fought for and deserve at this point, at least as not a threat, and one who stands with you in silence to your deeds, feeling your confessions in your hearts, in your thoughts, and seeing your redemption in your actions. You will always have my debt to consider when dealing with me. Our differences once great too have to be healed. The past must remain the past. and despite our battle between THE FAITHFUL IN COLORADO WHO I WOULD HAVE RAN TO HAD I KNOWN WHAT WAS HAPPENING IN THE WORLD... perhaps, and though I was later regretful I was not there to keep things in line, I could not leave Chicago, be driven from the city, I thought, at that point.
So the mob and Colorado go at it, with the media on the side which was not going out and killing a lot of humans on the advice of their God... to whom for awhile no one would hurt them if they were answering my clarion call. I had worshippers all over the world, who knew of me for all kinds of reasons... I the one who was surprised always by how much people believed in me, but I never understood how much power I did and did not have.
When I said attack the mob right when I was on the verge of winning the battle to take the usa, stopped all these people who were following me dead in their tracks... and the mob walked onto a base near las vegas and shot SEVEN MARINES dead. The number seven had been associated with me, but I was told that the elevation they had made would be 6, and even that peple, the next day, would be replacing on their lapels the usa s flag for an 6...... I was that close to ruling the world but too ignorant to realize the mob had backed me and I needed them. I was still pissed at them for all they had done, and wanted revenge. I was stupid.... God stupid. Thank GOD those people, backed by mob, who stole from people as I learned, etc... using my name and insurance of all things... after I preached to the bugs and the watchers about needing INSURANCE, which I was referring to the insurance I had against my death, and was used to raise funds through insurance. Billions came out of it, more than likely. When I found out there was this money, I tried to compensate the blacks who had lost relatives... it was the best I could do and I knew it, though of course when I suggested this though who hated me responded that I thought money was worth a life... which is not what I meant at all, and I explained myself. Later, on Saturday night live, a show we used enough that the entire staff was fired the year after it got very intense, and they did some some skits that a lot of people wanted to kill them over.
The people making money off my webcam to the religious... They showed me a parody of a xfinity commercial -- a name they took when it was the fashion, after I used it as gangsta general x.... regardless, may have fought hard to make me an icon. When they tried to tear me down, after believing I was a racist dog, as the animal code for them is, people who do not believe in inter racial marriage, and other things. These people they thought I led. The commercial showed people dressed in purple, making me their king, telling people to get cable and a dog. The religious book I found a bit of that they wrote about me said, WE ASKED A WISE MAN WHAT WE SHOULD DO AND HE SAID GET A DOG. I as much as said this, always talking about learning more than my husky than humans, that they were better teachers.
I reacted in horror. The other side was never shown to me. Same as other groups. When I first started my campaign I asked for everyone to come out and help the revolution and live a new life and all this, and I included witches. In the end, when I knew about the dying, and how they killed all these people at once.... and they asked me about these witches, saying they were creating havoc, and that meant whatever, they would not tell me exactly what these women had done. I certainly never took witchcraft serious enough to care that people worshipped old pagan ways. I believe in reincarnation and seem to remember witches and healers and whatever... whatever. I do not care how people worship, or do not worship. As long as it is not a cult or people get hurt, or underage people are involved in unlawful or respectful manners.
I hurt the feelings of people by seeming turning on them when they were on my side at one point, when my enemies, sent me messages about how these groups were killing people, when I was brand new to the idea anyone was getting killed because of my writing in the voice of Jesus on my blog... attacking, and writing poetry. Anyways, I used violence to stop them from what they were doing, when an order would have been enough. They thought I was dog, until I had to say I was not just based on being against inter racial couples, which I am all for to be honest... I find becoming family the quickest way to a lasting peace, which is why it emerged early and has been so important to people ever since.
I often write in terms of having been reincarnated over and over and one of them being Christ, this is the way I have settled the debate within myself of what this creature is.... I took reincarnation therapy in my teens and was astounded it was true, and after leaving my body by astral projection twice, after spending a year doing exercises to learn to do it, when I was sick in bed and a friend with a parapsychologist father loaned me a book on the topic... then it happened when I did not mean it too, ironically enough, but I did not know that only by flying away from your body could you not be sucked back in quick. I have added this to the list of the mystical happenings which lead me scientifically as possible to know God exists. There are others that I am not his son so much, but his emissary to the worlds and your earth, certainly... and also the one who knows all planets die in the end, and will teach you this releases the souls of all creatures, all so different you could not begin to understand them in life, and in death there will be no need, because you will be drawn by the love of God toward him, feeling it grow stronger and stronger as you near... until you are I believe perfectly still in a golden light. Forever. If you wish.
I believe I have always felt this love on my home planet, and since we knew our souls could travel all over God's wondrous creations we felt knew we were blessed by God. First created,, those who would do his bidding -- this one who creates nothing without a reason well beyond all others needed thinking skills.
I explain myself by saying that as I watched a planet dying that I could have easily saved I SAID NO TO GOD... how he laughed. I was the first and though he knew I would come and experienced the moment and all moments at the same time. He knew I would give into my empathy. I was the first of my kind to live entire life cycles on planets to learn as much as I could, before I came back and shared my knowledge with my kind... after many planets dying before my eyes... their last desperate years murder and mayhem to the last. Noble peoples who deserved better. Or at least an honorable death that spared them these lives. He knew all lives were supposedly lived for a reason, he also knew some of the dead would be good people, old souls, whoever God gave
I so wanted to deny that what they were telling me was true. I remember talking long and hard about there would be no violence in Chicago and all this, which held among some, but the gangs still did their thing to each other, and there were deaths hidden from me... but my neighborhood, and Chicago in general, did not eel the heat of battle that others did.
There were entire towns that Killers, a phrase I used in my writing for a band writing songs about me, who I really liked, though like so many under orders they turned on me again. Their song about the guy got all this power and was now sweeping the streets he used to rule, and would not be welcomed by st. peter was aimed at me. I became to them the man who could have had it all and blew it... I did not follow commands and I was supposed to shut up about what happened and be glad I got away with my life afterwards. I called for a revolution after being ill treated by my captors, left in pain and used in ways I could not understand, under some secret orders not to talk to me about this, and the mayor himself told me there were cameras all over the neighborhood -- he did this the second month after so many began to believe or already had believed for a long time who I was and were waiting for me to wake up, when after I ended up homeless, something they arranged and I knew it, and the entire city seemed to know me... some feared me. They had seen me on video, and now they forced me out into the city. I was so angry and defeated that this had led to them doing that to me....
They thought I had gotten everyone riled up, then just backed off... no, after my time off thinking... I woke up pissed as hell, walked a block to an internet café, and read that a preacher was saying Jesus was from a rich family, I WROTE THAT I CAME FROM A POOR FAMILY... and was really pissed as hell and always hated the man, so I wrote a scathing poem about taking his head, and saving his students from his vile grasp... and they killed him. I found out much later that he died just after, though I was shown a sign saying kill farwell and responded that killing any preacher was wrong... then marlo Thomas who is dead, maybe because of this, or not... came on and said she knew the preacher and he was a good man and deserved to live. I wondered why they did this??? A few months later I call my ex girlfriend, who has seen the results of my words, and gained great fame among those who worship me, as a spy who was sent to keep me from having children... used to break down and say I was going to hate her so much, never told me why???? she hated the fame she got, especially when it turned to infamy, having dated this mass murderer, whether he did it for good or bad, he did it... and that is me, of course. The worst was ordering a retribution killing meant to make them fear killing the people in my religion. It may or may not have worked, I do not know.
I could change the mayor, save the lives of two presidents... but that was from my own people. When I would have stepped up to lead I was too ignorant to do so... they failed to give the star a script and God seemed to give me one, a grand plan, a mission, and I have been surprised as have enough to call me superman, by all I have lived through. I wrote in here how they made batman my enemy, those who hated me in the media.
They went so far that when they thought I was a dog and the dogs were losing, that they taunted me. Had an actor, a scientologist, a group I had raged against, make fun of me having diarrhea by calling me diarrhea dog... so juvenile. Their criticisms of me never seemed to rise above this. Enough to piss me off for awhile, but telling. Before the media had liked me so much I never discovered what my enemy thought of me. This was until they learned I am a cat, not a dog... certainly I am much more a communist than anything else, and their world is my goal for some part of this planet, but I also believe people should be able to decide for themselves, after being educated on the matter -- with an emphasis on telling the truth of this planet in the latter.
I could not urinate when they first made clear there was a camera in my bathroom, and they had this same actor come out and say I was piss shy. I did not suspect that all over the world this was being seen. I thought some grand secret was in play, and to some it was, but not me, not anymore. All the tv shows about monsters with all these treaties hiding in plain sight are metaphors for how life is, and that mostly includes writers and actors and others in the media which is operation mockingbird, a weapon in the war for minds... like almost everything else in the world that the intelligence agencies could use to complete their mission of providing enough disinformation and distraction to get away with any lie they wished, which they almost had, with the exception of a few on the net, but that was very hit and miss, and no one who knew was talking...as a spy once told me like three times, A SPY DOES NOT ADMIT THEY ARE A SPY.
His mantra, and informational... I suspected him of being a spy the second he said it... though he was ore a murderer than he was a spy. He tried to drink away his memories of what was happening probably even while it was happening.
I wanted to physically kill them... but how would I explain that to a judge? What would they do, to men who killed legally, their license to kill specific, to what they called fish.
One night the black guy who introduced me to these two, called and said, out of the blue, I watched a si fi show last night about these people who lived underground for nothing, and when they were let up, some of them had to be killed, they were so pissed. Then he tells me these two killers caught three fish, two brown trout and a salmon.
An odd call from a guy who ... the next day they accuse me of knowing about the fish dying, when I first began to suspect such a thing, then did not really know what it meant, until they cried BUSTED over the tv, when they said something about fish. THEY WANTED ME IN COURT FOR MASS MURDER.... they said once on tv, possibly expecting me to comment, though mostly it puzzled me though I certainly wrote about it... that the knights templers used as a code word KILL THEM ALL which I had made my password after getting pissed about constantly being broken into in my blog and stories and other things changed.... this time someone in Poland, I tracked.... I did not mean anything by this, though they tried to say I meant to kill the Christians. Very early in my comedy writing I wrote that if I ruled the world I would have to kill all the Christians, which was just a fucking joke... I wrote as if an apology to my mother, who I said I would also have to kill.... I sure as hell did not think there was any chance ever of my ruling the world mind you, or I never in a million fucking years wrote this, let alone if I became so religious after learning I am Christ. Believe what you want about me, but take me seriously no matter how absurd I see myself. This is my personal religion, as you have yours. In a way none of your business, though you may find I am particularly useful because of what I am.
I mourn for those I WOULD HAVE MOST wanted to speak to... the anger they provoked in me was no place to begin my sermons, the truth as it is reveled to me, and the fight for a thousand years of peace. Without being slaves to a genocidal oligarchy, by redistributing world wide wealth and enriching all, because there is enough money and more to do so. To have been a podium preaching away their prejudices, instead of exposing them to gunfire... When they learned I am a cat, on the left side, and did not want to hurt the cats.... When I found out the Chinese backed the cats, TO HELP THE BLACKS AGAINST THE CIA, WHO WERE TRYING TO WIPE THEM OUT... A RACE WAR.... They blamed me on starting that, without asking me what I wanted. The night I found out I blew my top and told them if there was not a group who accepted everyone than they should try to kill me then.... the next day they showed a black girl on tv crying and saying no one had ever said they would die before. I will never forget how much that meant to me. I do not wish to be the villain. I would die rather than fight in a race war. They are a distraction from the real war...
I used to think taking over the government won you the prize of the usa, but it does not... the politicians are called eagles, in the codes used by the underground rulers, and they are just one part of it... I remember the day they announced I was going to kill my first eagle... I refused. This death would have caused a race war, which I did not realize was raging, and part of why they wondered if I wanted him dead.... same thing happened to this rebel group with bush. The problem is there are more powerful groups, many of them, who you have to deal with to change this country, and almost all of them have a stake in bilking the common man and becoming part of the one percent.... their leaders are going to get to live through the great culling, and their leaders tell their tribes they will all get to live, but that is a lie. There is room for just a few, and the media blacks long sold out their black colleagues, white colleagues of morality, etc... to get to be stars. Live rich, take care of their family.
Regardless, my trouble is that while we communists are powerful, and remember China has limited capitalism, though is only now, though in a big, big way only a central government could do, beginning to address the environmental damage done. LA was pure smog sky until the problem was addressed.
How do I even begin to tell the women, pink, that I did not know they were pink when I said in disgust that I did not want to wear a hat that color.... I was pissed that I had no children and going crazy and just so pissed I was blaming... that day I thought the gays had kept me from having children, which sounds so ridiculous from me now... there were all these women whom I had promised sperm to, who I did not think took this seriously, until I said I would not do that either and they got pissed, then I joked about it later... then I said YES ANYONE WHO WANTS MY SPERM CAN HAVE IT... and being a hated figure for awhile in history, assuming there is enough lifetimes left for history to have relevance? I hope so.
I was angry. I apology for the madness again. I would not have hurt your feelings, and I would have and am so humbled by your faith in a figure I would have long lost faith in, and warred against even... unless I saw into their souls and knew they were trying to do good. I only fought when I THOUGHT MY ENEMY WAS EVIL. I sent many to their deaths fighting the mob. I saw that on the show Dominion, which they suddenly shut off. I was even told by a spy THESE ARE YOUR PEOPLE so I watched every episode of the show. I did not know people had attacked vegas, because though I ordered it, I kind of backed down, thought I HAD made a huge mistake afterwards, because I LOST all kinds of support when I did that.
The ones in Colorado took very seriously my ideas about the world being over populated, and my jokes about killing humans on this account being good, in my comedy about a serial killer. My comment on their being constant violence in the media inspired constant violence inn life and the media even worse.... especially as they showed the dark said.
I used to watch seth greens playduh show, which showed me someone getting beat up by two women after dissing someone named scott.... then later, after there was violence, and mayhem,, in Colorado, where their studio Williamsburg who I felt I worked with, because they used so much of my stuff in their work. SOUTH PARK moved out of Colorado when this happened. They are republican kind of, but whatever happened, they were terrified. They would not have moved without great impudence, and they had also done various episodes, like when I accidently released anger against the Jews, by not finishing my thought enough for people to get what I meant about Kafka, though it seemed clear to me...I can see how it was taken wrong. I then said the romans, not the jews killed Christ and they put this up, knowing I meant to leave them alone. A show called LITTLE BUSH that appeared, animated, which I also had a snide reaction to that was unfair, and I regret all too hell because it was a great idea..... JIM POINTED IT OUT TO ME, WHEN IT LOOKED LIKE THE REVOLUTIION HAD LOST, AT LEAST WE GOT LITTLE BUSH... which was providing information to the underground about what happened, like little George mistakenly targeting Jews. I said it humanized him too much and worked against us..... it was unfair, and the show would have been helpful. I was not in my right mind. My hatred had taken over and tainted every word.
I lost the love of the world the night I became so pissed I wrote ATTACK BLITZKREIG TAKE NO PRISONERS CANT AFFORD EM. And they showed me footage of all sorts of groups attacking the USA, and Clinton thought Syria was attacking the states.... all kinds of groups went after us. Before this, on the first or second day or week of this, the FBI CAME ON SAYING OURS WAS A PEACEFUL GROUP....THERE WERE ENOUGH THAT WHEN I TOLD THEM TO COME TO ME, THE NEWS SHOWED EVERY ROAD COMING INTO CHIAGO BACKED UP FOR MILES, SO I TOLD THEM TO GO HOME AND WE WOULD DO THIS OVER THE NET... I WANTED TO KEEP ORDER. I did not want to cause chaos.... people had heard a revolution, led by Christ, had been won. They came to the city to gather, moved in around me, etc... The followers and spies filled up my neighborhood, protected first by a private army, then the police and fire department, who took great pride that I gave up the second largest private army in the states, and placed my faith in them. The CIA had already killed various men sent after me from the middle east, where there was a huge fatwa out for me, after I apologized for ordering the murder and mutilation of a family, to stop snipers and save civilian and military lives alike, and it worked.. for awhile in this area there was peace, and our soldiers safe, and the Iraqi's had a newfound respect for the americans, some even joining the police, because they hated the Taliban too, hated their snipers coming into their houses and killing americans, who then tossed their houses, and threatened them... some in the most desperate places burn their houses down if they could not name the sniper. Here they turned in all the snipers, and they left town or died.
I was so depraved that when I suggested this I said they should send me a necklace of ears... and the news announced that part of the mutilation included the ears being cut off.... this is how they used tv all the time to talk to me and more, I WRITE FOR THE NEWBIES, to those who watched what they thought was a show or a God... the God ones may have been right, but that does not mean every word and deed I did I am pleased with, or would not pray for forgiveness about and try to earn redemption, at least by never acting that way again, if possible. I am always learning and ignorant on too much to lead without a fleet of advisors, and I knew this, and of course since the Bushes had declared me the enemy of their NAZI regime because Jeb was held hostage when all this started... I know not another detail that I will share, though they are nothing much and the enemy already knows them... no use sending anyone sniffing... regardless, someone slipped into my apartment with the intel that Bush was Nazi and had taken over, because I stopped the Chinese backed folk from doing so,,,, I did not know what I was doing, so like any good American, I told them we would revolt our own way, and would not subject ourselves to the rule of another country... inadvertently sending my actual allies packing, but BUSH gave them two TRILLION as Obama shouted out at the end of one of their live debates. He thought I was on his side, as did Hillary, and I guess I was at this time, a good democrat who would help them get elected, they both asked to meet, sent videos.
I TALKED TO NEIGHTHER because my order to attack made everything serious. In the simpsons they put up a wall around springfield, and this was Chicago, figuratively but certainly based on it.... I did not realize that I was so associated with the police I was considered by their color Blue, and also the Nazi's, who were colored brown. Especially the police however. This was the pig shit... later they showed Ralph, the retarded child of the cops gaining control of the world, and using it...
They did a lot of episodes for OPERATION BLUEBEAM, AS HAD BEEN IN THE PLANNING SINCE BEFORE I WAS BORN. The simpsons talked about how they were holding off on putting out a movie until they had an end, and they meant an end to my story, and they thought they got it... I was associated with Spider Man when this started, called this by some, because I wrote that I lived at the center of a web, and that people who came after me would be caught and die. This was a way to try to keep enemies away, using all I felt I had at the time, words.... when Homer comes down from his motorcycle run only a doctor has been killed. I was in such manias from the drugs and the brainwashing that I raged against quack doctors and doctors maybe in general and all this shit, hating them for all the pain I was in, and people went after them, killed them, as well as farwell. They acted at the time like I was all over, washed up.... and seth McFarlane who I liked, and made a big deal of keeping me informed, as a conduit for the cia of course.... you would be surprised by which parts are spy. There are books and books that will be written about this shit if my side wins, and can save the future for the masses. I hate to think a small oligarchy taking over the planet and writing history for the next generations... probably make it out like a disease went across the earth, not a poison they used to kill off billions. Try to let them start over, free of guilt, as free as modern americans over what was done to win their land.
I learned a lot from McFarlane, he called me Johnny, my stage name being Johnny Pain, and it is an episode where everyone is in a hotel out by a cornfield, terrified stan will have them killed. They made me a baby a lot, because of an early on joke I wrote, based on something my co host said, one of his characters, about protesting in a diaper. The first version of the show had a bunch of killers being stopped as stan and johnny talk about how everyone talks smack about other people, but do not really mean anything by it.... after stan is offended by what he hears bugging everyone.
All of these people in the hotels next to the corn fields wondering if they would die next.... this happened. A lot of people died. Earlier I spoke of witches and how they wanted me to do something about them, make some decision on how to stop them --- part of what they told me WALT SAID --I MADE THE MESS SO I HAD TO CLEAN IT UP... what a bunch of crap. I hated this walt and had no fucking idea what the mess was. The mess was started because they used me, and I had no idea what the fuck they had done. I hate Disney and will dismantle those fucks first chance I get, knowing what I know now. THERE WILL NEVER BE A MONARCHY RULING THE USA.... for the newbies, ever see a Disney cartoon, they are all about extolling monarchies for a reason, and I am one of them, worked with them so much I openly communicated once with whoopee Goldberg while the view was on.... They were trying to get orders from me I guess... I put up a pictures of Barbara to remind myself that peoples feelings were getting hurt, and whoopee asked me if I wanted Barbara... I rudely pointed toward mary ann, like I am with her, then said I put her picture up to remind me I was hurting people. People had already been hurt, I had been told about it but I had not seen it directly and some part of me refused to believe it... I was that way for a long time. How they must have wondered what the fuck I meant, when people were dead all over the place...
I was asked questions about a war I knew nothing about, other than it was needed.... though I ran into a maze filled with enemies, where as I thought the door led into a room with one.
Hm. I was used in the beginning, no matter how I write my perceptions.
LATER on the view, the star of the highest rated show on tv told the view that they should not give me a second chance because I terrified each and every one of them.. then went on to tell a story of how he forgave people who were terrified of him....
Funny, how when he was the one who was terrified, etc... this guy has been a star since he was very young so he is not exactly educated in any way. From their show, which is on what is considered the white channel, cbs, they told me, NO ONE IS GOING TO HELP YOU.... AND kind of made fun of me. Saying everyone he hung around with were genisus except one... and looked at the camera as if it were me. They were the idiots who did not inform me of what was happening then expected me to guess what they should do.
Those around me were such fools. No one was going to help me. I will never forget the smart one saying that on the show. The faces of stars who had some part in this come up all the time on tv and my gut drops everytimg. Recently I was watching the 100 and a character they used to play me on how I met your mother, a landlord who was bisexual and creepy and carving pointy sticks and drawing very badly. They had just told me I was really famous. I did not believe this before, but suddenly mick jagger and steven tyler know my name and Cheech and all these people and I start making stupid little drawings on the shit I write, and signing it... thinking I could sell them for charity.... not really trying to draw at all. THEY made fun of the guys drawing, and I was carving walking sticks, and used one a lot walking a strong, pulling husky... not pointening sticks. They were irish and had been with me before, though I did not know what they had done, and where before they thought I was in charge of them, and begged me not to BURN DOWN THE BAR, which I guess was code for hating them, or stopping drinking -- they asked me early on about drinking and I said I did not care if people drank. As Christ, I felt my primary job was telling people you did not go to hell for allt his stupid shit people said, and in fact no one stayed there for eternity.... that only happened in heaven... regardless.
You are getting rambly entries today, due to pot, morphine, clonazepam, baclofen, Neurontin, and tramadol, my usual dosage, three times a day.... the morpine is supposed to last 12 hours but does not so the doc gives me three. My back is very fucked up.... my pain is very intense all the time and they used this against me, sending me a doctor who gave me morphine patches that sweated right off me.
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