Chernobyl was deliberate sabotage. Change my mind, Illuminati Grandmaster.
Fukushima was a covert military strike. Change my mind, Bavarian Illuminati Grandmaster.
Covert special forces from Heaven--actual Heaven, New Jerusalem--have come to our world, our realm, to "help," and I don't think they're helping very much.
Change my mind, Anishinaabe. Speaking of. I saw Grapefruit on Twitter last night. I had to immediately throw the phone across the room and rip the experience from my memory like a picture from a book, and... I made it in, just under the wire. Whew. A close one.
The EMERGENCY continues to deliver. War is hell. This is still better than that winter we spent at Valley Forge. Aren't you all having a better time than you were when you were letting me believe that it was vitally important that (PROT) and (PROT) get help with their substance abuse challenges? Well, check it out... help has been on offer, and will continue to be on offer.... UNTIL AND UNLESS THE MANDATE OF HEAVEN IS CONVINCED THAT "HELP" ENOUGH HAS BEEN GIVEN AND ... ACCEPTED.
She did -not- know what she was getting into. More help was available than most were otherwise aware. Because it was clear to me that she needed help to deal with the Langoliers as well as everything else she had going on.
It was also clear to me that there was some kind of fucked-off thing happening. Things. Thingys. Thingies. STUFF AND THINGS. Alright? By the way, do you have any idea how all of all y'all are gonna get out of this? Because... there is
A Plan.
Three years of hypervigilance followed by a sudden desperate Hail Mary pass that has lead us to what we got today (Doctor Knight-Paladin Sourceror-EMER. That's it. That's my current title.) was what it took to get us all this far, and when I hear that two or more people suddenly have "cancer" well, I have to realize... we all of us here have been initiated into higher spiritual realms, one way or another.
Look, it's like this: I DO NOT WISH TO BE ALONE. Okay, well, it would help if I didn't have people working against me to keep me isolated. Like, on purpose.
It is evident that someone is acting beyond the boundaries of their authority. Hey, what do you say.... you wanna report that one? Oh, but making smarmy comments about my special status class and rank, oh, sure, that's normal. Well maybe not so much.
Anyway, it's getting to be pretty ridiculous. For example: I'm on a clock, and no one is on my cock again, and now that I found out that the sole target left to bait me with is on the actual job, well, it's pretty flattering. Like it wasn't entrapment enough before. And, oh, wow, she was punishedb with that 1416 circumstance, huh? Well, I guess so.
I don't think I'm that bad, but to her, I might be.
