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Here are Trump’s actual words FROM LAST NIGHT: “There won’t be any transition of power, just a continuation of power. We’ll just throw out the ballots.”
In uttering that phrase, he instantly stole the election. It’s done. It’s over. Period.
Well, f*ck you, sir. So my f*cking ballot gets f*cking thrown f*cking out as if I’d never f*cking cast it?
Grrr. Don’t make me mad. When I get mad, I REALLY get mad, as in: “Yes, nurse, he’s quite mad, you know.”
Okay, fair enough, my f*cking vote gets quashed, thrown into a wastebasket where all NO TRUMP ballots go, just as if I didn’t exist.
Really?
Yeah, but no vote, no tax. No taxation without representation, and voting is how I get representation.
So if I don’t get to vote, I’m not a citizen anymore.
Is that your intention, sir? If that IS the case, let me know, so I can prepare properly for invasion of your black-clad militia, out to destroy me and take away my guns.
Haw, haw. I was chief training instructor at Fort Ord. We didn’t just teach how to shoot — we taught COMBAT STRATEGY, something about which even the average soldier doesn’t necessary know.
I’ve GIVEN the training. I can defend myself — I just prefer not to have to, that’s all. If I’m going to get jumped, I’ll walk around on my farm with something strapped to my hip, like I do at rattlesnake season.
I use “snake load” for my .38 and it’s always fun to pop a rattler just as they’re about to strike. What a surprise that must be!
I haven’t actually shot a rattler in years — we catch them and take them to a snake farm and no, I’m not kidding.
We don’t kill the barn-rats, either. We trap them and take them into the woods, where they can thrive.
Some of them have managed to jump onto the back bumper just as we drove away, but we managed to shake them by dodging the car and swaying it left and right, and eventually, they dropped off, most of them, anyway.
Some made it back to the barn, but I’ll get them again, sooner or later — but enough about our rats — what about the Great Rat who Lives & Thrives in Washington?
Trump has not really thought this out — he hates the White House, hates the job, and hates the people he has to work with. Would YOU stay in a job like that?
He reminds me of my friend Irving, who kept the floor clean under the circus elephants. I asked him, if he hated shoveling shit all day long, why he didn’t get another job. “What?” he said, “and quit show business?”
Trump is stuck. He’s way over his head, and he doesn’t see a graceful way out, and besides, if he goes back to civilian life, he’ll go to jail. He’s a crook.
I can’t forget that it’s this lunatic that has his finger on the nuclear button, and he’s already threatened to use it to stop a hurricane, so he won’t hesitate to put it to use against civilian protestors or picnickers in the park.
My military service was in the United States Army Intelligence Service, Army Security Agency, Radio Research.
I reached the exalted rank of PFC, although I spent the first few months as a Cadre Training Sergeant at Fort Ord.
When I was transferred to the ASA, a super-secret Cold War Spy Operation, I became a PFC Clerk-Typist Trainee 006 for the remainder of my service.
It cost the government to train a clerk-typist trainee some $650,000.00 to train me to stay in training the whole time.
Of course I wasn’t at Fort Devens the whole time, but that’s what I tell folks when they ask what I did during the war.
If I actually TOLD THEM what I did, of course I’d have to silence them somehow. I spent some time in the Army, not by choice, but by a sense of duty and obligation.
I did my time in uniform.
I don’t ever want to be put in a position again where I have to decide whether or not to pull the trigger, and Trump’s rages against “my kind”, whatever DOT means, are things of which nightmares are made.
I don’t want to wear camo again, and I resent the fact that I might have to do exactly that, and carry a weapon just as if it were the Old Wild West again.
A world without cops is a world of hurt. We need enforcement and we need law and order, but we don’t need a dictator to use those against us.
Rage is a real crowdpleaser, and there’s no better way to make people feel better about you than to scream bumper-sticker slogans at the top of your lungs and swear revenge on any who do not support and praise you, and attack them mercilessly on twitter.
Since when did it matter what the f*ck someone says about you on twitter? Yet, everyone is afraid of his angry twitters. The Senators all fear him greatly.
He’s just a hot-air balloon that floated higher than he can handle.
Bet it all on Rage.
That’s the whole Trump Playbook, and his success depends entirely on Mitch McConnell, who is also under Russian domination — he was “compromat” long ago.
By this time next year, maybe even by NEXT WEEK — no, I’m not kidding — there will suddenly be no Congress, no State Department, no Intelligence Network, not even a Vice-President. No McConnell, no Cruz, no (insert name of bastard of choice here). Nobody, nothing. Just an empty void where once there was a Republic, and it’s all perfectly legal.
Many Democrats and any Trump critic of any sort, including folk style protest songs — ah, got me there! — and of course any jokes, witty comments, television skits or videos making fun of Trump — again, you got me, but I’m in plenty of good company — will actually be put to death.
Yes, put to death, Just like Trump keeps threatening should happen, and it will, under his domination.
Of course, he’s not very original, so you can read what happened in Germany.
Clearly, any non-whites — including, of course, Jews and Catholics — will be rounded up and put to a slightly slower death on the work farms and labor camps and road gangs.
We’ll have slavery back again, but this time it’ll be the whole country that’s enslaved, and from this, there is no reparation.
We will see the planet doomed to destruction only FIVE YEARS hence, and from that there is no return — we will see only the beginning of the next ice age of Snowball Earth.
I love how it looks from outer space, but if you get too far out, you can’t even pick out which galaxy this is.
When I’m At The Top, I can more or less guess where the Earth might be located, somewhere in THAT cluster of stuff over near the Norton Street bookcase, right?
I can usually detect the exact moment when a planet goes blooey!, and this time will be no exception, because I’m here, on the spot, ready to take notes as the whole thing goes down.
I’m determined to get an A on my 21st century Earth History class this semester, and if people blow themselves up, I get a bonus — I have a real Federation Dollar on the outcome, and I’m betting against the humans, of course.
Betting on their survival is taking the long odds. I never bet against the house.
According to my calculations and the secret cryptic writings contained in an ancient Egyptian scroll, we ought to see the end of the American Republic along about now.
At most, it’ll be on election night.
I’m a highly trained U.S. government Remote Viewer — that means “psychic”, to you — and I know what Trump is planning, what he’s thinking about, with that blob of hamburger meat that passes for his brains.
He has read and re-read “Mein Kampf”, which translates to Trump’s new book, “My Struggle”, and guess what?
He plans to do what Hitler did — declare the election a fraud, ON ELECTION NIGHT, and put the opponents to death before anyone could say “no”.
Technically, that’s a COUP, but he’d be taking over the government from himself, literally eating his own leg, like a caged skink.
So what? Like I said, “Big Deal” — what’s the absolute worst they can do to me? Make me haunt them for the rest of their lives? I wouldn’t waste the time.
I have a lot better things to do, and I’ve accomplished my goal, with the Blue Line Godd™ Games and Not-Games we’ve made available both here and on the Causal Plane, thanks to more electrons than I could name.
We have a firm dedicated model of the Godd™ Engine & Editor at Norton Street, and the setup there can be used to communicate in zoom — actually, its quantum equivalent.
Anyhow, don’t worry about me. I’ll certainly be on the early list of those to be eliminated — I’ve made fun of Trump — something you can’t undo, and I wouldn’t undo just because of personal threat — and I am all too well aware that he is a profound case of NPD, which means he follows the patterns precisely.
This is an illness that never allows him to forgive or to seek forgiveness — that never lets go of a grudge, and never stops seeking revenge for real and imagined sleights.
You can’t stick it up his ass without him getting all bent out of shape about it. What a maroon!
He’s a sort of TERMINATOR, but without the charm or personal appeal of an Arnold Schwarzenegger or the fuzzy face of a Chuck Norris.
So, why do I trust the Terminator more than the President?
Actually, I DO trust the President — to continue to be the racist, elitist, arrogant asshole he always was. Don’t turn your back on him — he has a switchblade, which he took off the dead body of some undocumented guy.
Of course, he left the body there to rot. Why tell anyone? And the guy is dead. He’ll never miss his wallet, his ring and his watch.
It won’t shock you to hear that Trump ALWAYS cheats to win. He likes cheating more than winning.
He stole the election last night.
Already.
It doesn’t even have to happen now. He has already contested it no matter what, unless he wins by actual votes. He can wait a couple of weeks — or can he?
Trump is awfully, painfully, impatient. He might just stick his neck out today and declare himself the de-facto winner, because Biden is not qualified, having been born in Africa, and all that, and besides, the election is rigged — he can prove it.
He rigged it himself. He’s showing you how he did it. He’s very proud of himself. He’s even clapping for himself.
He needs the support, the praise, more than anything, and being President, he gets it all the time, and that’s why he wants to stay there — it’s got a better payoff than real estate, and besides, he only lost money at his businesses, except the fake non-profits.
He ACTUALLY SAID ON TELEVISION that he’s going to have all our votes thrown out, by the rigged Supreme Court that he’s rigging right now, with the help of Moscow Mitch, so we might as well not bother to vote, right?
That, of course, is the idea — voter suppression is now the norm for the GOP, along with open racism and anti-science — but the threat of ACTUALLY THROWING OUT THE BALLOTS is very real, and that’s exactly what is going to happen, and nothing Congress does or says will have any effect, and there’s nothing you or I can do about it, not even howl.
The game is over. Everybody loses.
Everybody already ignores their subpoenas, don’t they? Why would they obey Congress? It’s shown no backbone lo, these three and a half years, already.
Frankly, I don’t give a shit what happens to this planet, but it’s a criminal shame that those turds in the Senate are helping him do this to us.
Rest assured, I’ll have my notes with me when I arrive back Home, and when I do, the first thing I’m going to look up is the “Eternal Damnation & Hellfire List” on my rollodex, to make absolutely certain that “Moscow Mitch McConnell” is on it.
Ted Cruz I still have on there from last time I came through this Time Zone.
I don’t actually hate humans, but I am disappointed. I expected better, with three goddam brains and a bunch of ecological luck, all of which they pissed away in the form of Donald J. Trump, Asshole-At-Law.
Who gives a shit what they do to me for writing this stuff? Not me — I’ve already had my end-of-life celebrations all my life long.
I’ve never been afraid to open my big yap and give a piece of my mind, if push came to shove, and last night it did.
Yep, all bets are off. I no longer recommend you get rid of your firearms, and in fact, I urge you to keep them.
“Fear, Fire, Foes, AWAKE!” — to quote a Hobbit friend of mine, who was alert enough to give the alarm to the Shire-folks when orcs attacked, and it’s happening now, so wake up, and do it now.
Get all your spirit-work in NOW, while they let you live. Don’t worry, they won’t let you live long — they want whatever little you have. Insatiable greed and the need to control others is what feeds this fire, and the fuel is us.
It’s literally the end of human civilization. They’re going back into a Dark Ages, but don’t worry, it won’t last long, only as long as the humans can survive the bitter endless cold and the total absence of sunlight.
You could open a restaurant here, but only at the very end of the world, otherwise, there’s no point.
It happens to actually be the end of human civilization, and in the end, all human LIFE, and this all happened just because Donald Trump needed some sex, got careless about where he was at the time — Las Vegas — and is the subject of a very weird sex video.
So as a result, he ended up under the thumb of Count Vlad Putin. This is all being puppet-controlled from Russia, with Love.
The Evangelicals don’t care about his Russian connection. They are convinced this is the Second Coming, and that the Rapture will happen any day now, and as far as they’re concerned, the sooner, the better.
Hey, they gotta be right. Trump himself declared that he was the Son of God, the Chosen One, and by golly, he was right — chosen to be the Great Beast 666 Fifth Avenue, an address owned by the Trump family.
He is the Beast 666, I’d recognize him anywhere, and indeed, I warned you 45 years ago that he was coming, and three years ago, I published “Trump is a Four-Letter Word”.
As a direct result of that publication, 15 out of the 25 copies we printed have already been shipped out, making this a veritable “Best-Seller” in my category: “Higher Consciousness For The Dozens”, available from Gateways Books & Tapes for only $24.95.
White supremacists want to re-fight the Civil War — Lee was tricked into surrendering — the South had really won the war, but the media lied. “The South Shall Rise Again” is their motto.
The Nazi Party and the KKK are now emboldened by Trump’s endorsement of them as “Fine Folks”.
If they’re Fine Folks, what am I, chopped liver?
Forget it. Fairness died with chivalry, and chivalry died with King Arthur and the end of the Roundtable.
[MUSIC UP: “Camelot” to the tune of “Kamela”]
Okay, okay, I know when I’m beat. I just keep playing — it’s an endless, eternal game, the game of War Between the Reds and Blues.
Why, that’s Team Fortress, isn’t it???
And that’s what I’m gonna go play, until they come to take me away. Screw them in advance — I know I won’t have time to flip them the bird when they do manage to jump me in the usual ambush.
F*ckin’ Hell, I’m used to it. I live in the Bardo. It’s home to me, and I do get a laugh out of people trying to scare us with something as temporary as death.
Satan, Get Thee the F*ck Outta Here!
Everyone who is “of color” will be sent back to either Africa — Address Unknown, or Mexico — that’s where all the immigrants come from, according to FOX NEWS.
Speaking of FOX NEWS, it will finally be officially granted the title “State News Agency”.
Thanks to the “No-Mask” and “No Social Distancing” and “No Testing” policy that Trump will ENFORCE BY OFFICIAL DECREE — after he’s assured of victory — the covid-19 virus will eventually claim over 65 MILLION lives, and the economy will only recover when the Russians come in to take over and help with the social unrest, which will claim another 60 million lives in what comes to be called “The Second Civil War”.
Actually, it’s the third, but who’s counting? Especially after American History comes to be rewritten, without mention of slavery or immigration or racial injustices.
Yes, just write them out of the books, and they no longer exist. That’s the cure for any problem. Ignore it and it isn’t there.
So what happens after Trump declares himself President For Life???
Of course, his personal black-garbed civilian militia, “The Black Shirts” — named after Hitler’s personal storm troopers, before he took power — will take over, and the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines and Coast Guard will have to go.
That’s okay, we need workers in the food fields and the meat-packing plants, because they keep getting sick.
Our kids will be infected, and they’ll bring the infection home to Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa.
The police brutality will be escalated when they get their new gear, high-end combat military battlefield weapons and armor, so they can really shoot up the black neighborhoods.
We’re all gonna die.
So what? Big deal. We surely WILL die, all who are presently living, and we will die relatively soon, but considering the world that’s coming — that’s actually arrived.
It’s not merely corona virus that you have to fear. It’s the President of the United States you must now fear.
It’s gonna be real soon, now. Trump will see to that — he doesn’t want any surviving Democrats or Independents.
Anyone who doesn’t worship him is doomed to an early termination, but don’t worry. You won’t miss a few bad years, especially if they’re as Hellish as they promise to be, under the personal direction of the Demonic Commander-in-Chief, Donald J. Trump, wanneabe dictator, and he has succeeded — the battle is over, lost and won.
Don’t worry. I’ve lived under dictatorships — they’re no different, only the cruelty is exposed, on the surface, visible to all. If you bend over and shuffle and praise Trump and wear gray and accept punishment and beatings and starvation, you’ll do all right.
The focus is on fear, which is what Trump literally spews out of his shithole mouth all the time. Fear of what? Fear of your President, that’s what. When have you ever feared your President?
Let him threaten. I’m not afraid. I’m much more inclined to refuse to continue to live in Donald Trump’s Amerika — which will soon be renamed “Trumpland”.
I can leave town, one way or another, and it may well come to that. Intolerance is the new norm, and nobody reading this blog would be welcome in Trump’s Amerika.
What’s the most anyone can do to you? Think about it. Nothing is forever. They can’t make you survive torture and mayhem. You can choose to go down fighting. Make them take you down, and take a few with you on the way down — never let up on that M1 button.
You pyros will know what I’m talking about. Back-burner ON.
Fear creates a sense of living in Hell, which is the plan. You see, in the 16th century stage play, “Faust” — which also got made into an opera — we have these now famous lines:
FAUST: “What are you doing out of Hell, Mephisto?”
MEPHISTO: “Why, Faustus, this IS Hell, nor am I out of it.”
FAUST: “How can that be, Mephisto?”
MEPHISTO: “Of all the inhabitants of Hell, none but Lucifer knows that Hell IS Hell.”
Gosh, does that mean that, if you know this is Hell, you must be Lucifer? Well, that certainly is the logic, isn’t it?
I mean, what if you ARE Lucifer, and you’re in Hell, and you know you’re in Hell, and you’re aware that Hell is Forever, well, golly, doesn’t that sort of put a damper on the party?
I hope I have awakened a few brave souls, and I hope sincerely that you are able to stay out of the way of animal hatred and brutish enslavement and torture, but if it happens, do the best you can to keep your sense of humor.
Believe me, you can’t write this shit. I can’t wait to put this into a 26-week format and let it loose in the 37th century.
We don’t have to promote things like that — everyone’s telepathic, but that can only happen in an open and honest society, so humans have no worries — their thoughts are private and safe.
Of course, I can read them like a book, but you’re lucky there — I don’t care. Nothing that happens on this planet from now on interests me, and that tells you what’s coming next.
Yes, you’re right, you’ve been paying attention — first, the meteorite. Then, the small asteroid, just six miles across. Then, lastly, the cometary mass slamming in from the outer solar system.
Then the sun explodes. Why? No science there. I just like how it looks from outer space, that’s all. It’s pretty.
Well, gosh, I’ve got some Team Fortressing to do — there’s an Intel out there somewhere that needs carrying or protecting, and I’m on da way!
It’s as good a way as any of spending the rest of your Trump-shortened life.
Somebody rich needs to fund and weaponize Randy Rainbow, and FAST! It may be too late — I have it on good authority that Trump will spring his “President for Life” boast sooner rather than later.
Like I said, he has the patience of a squirrel. What are we worried about? He can’t even change a tire. Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.
Batman is on the way. Superman is on the way. The Lone Ranger is on the way, but where is John Wayne when we really need him?
Let me know your feelings on the subject. I’m strong. I can take it. If I’m wrong, I’ll be the first to say so. I wish I were, but I’m not.
If you need some tips on survival, you need to come to the next ICW, and if you don’t know what that is or how to do it, you better get in touch, while we’re still able to talk to you.
Who knows how long personal freedoms will still be available? Don’t expect anything good to come of this — try to stay in touch.
They will try to block all communication other than Trumpian, so beware of this and try to figure out a plan, some way to stay in contact.
I recommend telepathic contact whenever possible, but if you can’t, you can’t. The internet will at some point be taken down either deliberately or by some bad player or players.
Most likely, the United States will be attacked on dozens of different fronts by dozens of nations but also by independent organizations.
Don’t let all this distract you from your spiritual mission. Whatever you do, keep your chin up, stay brave, and meet any challenge head-on.
I’ll be buying a HOT FIST for my Pyro. I won’t describe it here. You don’t have to leave it to your imagination to figure out what it is. It’s up to you to look it up on youtube — I don’t post hot-links anymore. Do the work. Make the effort. Develop some “discipline muscles” using your daily practices.
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Sorry about the mess, bartender.
See You At The Top!!!
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