Just Fucking Fetid (Anonymous) 2018

Vinyl sided stack and packs;

No more lumberjacks.

Intra-communication;

No more intercommunication.

Texting alone;

No more talking on the telephone.

A Global Community;

No more Family unity.

Children being raped and pillaged;

No more “It takes a village”...

Humanity needing triage;

No more patchouli sillage.

Operation Genesis DJT 4-10-20 MKU14061959 (Thirteen Years Old, Donald John Trump, MKU Splitter) June 14, 1959

“I’m not going!”  Donald said.

“You think this is all about you?  This is about this family and our future!”  Fred said.

“Donald please say ‘Yes’!  Do you not understand what they have promised for this family because of your gifts?”  Mary said.

“I don’t care.  I’m not going Mom…Dad.”  Donald said without much emotion.

“It’s only an hour or so away.  You won’t be too far from us or your brothers and sisters.” Fred said.

“I’m not going!  I don’t care what you might say,” Donald said.

“They told us that not only will everyone be taken care of but Donald, your son, will one day be President.”  Mary said.

“President?  They said that?  President?”  Donald asked.

“Yes!” Fred and Mary said in unison.

“Okay then!  I’ll attend their military school under those conditions!”  Donald said.

“Good!  That’s settled!  Let’s break the news to your Uncle John at MIT!  He’s going to love to hear this news!”  Fred said.

Look What You DID! (Thirty-Three Years Old, Jacqueline Maycock, Fourth Generation MK Ultra Splitter) March 3, 2019

I was born into a shitty life.  My parents said that I was gifted, blessed, the sorry fuckers.  Blessed because I came from three generations of Splitters.  Well, I don't know about all of that, but all I can tell you is that starting at 27 years old things, nightmarish things, were overwhelming me.

I was being awakened from the trauma based mind control that I had been under all of my horrible existence.  Piece by piece, segment by segment coming to the fore of my mind.  And the powers that be were in trouble.  There are some things better off in a deep slumber than being awakened to the ultimate truth...and I wasn't even beginning to shake off the deep slumber I had been in.  But the pain was excruciatingly real.

It's been six years since I have contacted various authorities about my "perceived" reality.  Six years and the same sorry ass statement has been said to me and my various attorneys over and over, "Nothing can be done due to National Security."

Fucking fine!  Every fuckin body is fired, relieved of their fuckin so-called duties!  There is no justice save for the one I have in my heart which I am sure God put.  No more pain!  Just retribution and absolution for me and the rest.  God's will be done.

And the people in my relative pain are about to be visited with the utmost, "How you doing motha fuckahs?!" greeting that they will not soon forget...

(...to be continued)

Just Not My Type Of Nigga (Forty-Two Years Old, Malcolm McQueen) 2018

I’m tired of niggers that wear pagan tattoos.  

I’m tired of niggers that wear those fucked up braids.  

I’m tired of niggers who wear their pants half way down their asses.  

I’m tired of niggers who walk fucked up because they are trying to keep their pants up because of their given pants being voluntarily worn halfway down their asses.
I'm tired of drug dealing niggers.  

I’m tired of niggers complaining about being arrested for breaking the law.
I'm tired of ignorant entitled niggers. 

I’m tired of my people not understanding that we are truly free…

I’m just tired of most of my fellow niggers.