
I am on a mission from God. My life is not a trophy to be claimed through conquest; or the big piece of chicken to be battled over; or a fungible item of barter for trade amongst those who would seek to exert their projections of force upon; nor am I about to be bullied away from anywhere that I choose for myself to be my demesne... and I certainly do not assent to thieving by squads of men asserting any unlawful or illegal authority over my life and the choices I have made to be legitimized or dignified by any choice of mine to knuckle under a ham-fisted application of dismissive energies.
In short: cum. Get some. (Again and again.) I can assure all concerned — yes, I will still be here. My ground, my stand, my fortified position, my calm acceptance of the proffered terms.
Some feel themselves lucky. I know I am blessed. We are not the same.
Bottom line: willful destruction of military property and the assignment of accountability to an uninvolved non-participant is the most abhorrent misuse of public monies I have ever been coerced into under duress and threat of use of lethal force. “Please leave!”
I would simply prefer not to. To know as I do that those who disagree will relentlessly double and re-double their efforts in response is a genuine force of calming, relaxing bemusement to me in these post-CoV🆔 Apocalypse, eschatological times
Bring it, ß∞∞∞∞∞μz. Bring it full-on to full-bore spread Why restrain īT? I wanna face the whole of the bringing that there is to be brought. No shame in īT.
I faced
a gorgon — and emerged triumphant. (Facts.) To know that it had been preferred by a great many that I had not is an endless
well-spring of intense, inexhaustiible inner joy.
What else they got? (Real estate fraud, marriage fraud, identify fraud, and unlawful imprisonment and conspiracy to deny civil rights under false colour of Law.) Pfft. Hey, here's an idea:
extra mustard. Fuckin’ drown me in that sunshine condiment.
ĪL⭕VEīT! “C‘mon into this briar patch and pay me to leave.” This is max peak apex cope. “I now present you with this bill for charges incurred while we trafficked you. Your resistance increased our overhead. We are now filling suit to recover our expenses and recompense our inconvenience. Fucker, you owe us.”
I see the problem now. What I see as a false contrivance intending to misrepresent an authentic value being offered... is interpreted by the false dealer to have been a premeditated ploy to seize the killing ground... which turns out to have a significant hidden value.
How dare I!? I had no right to orchestrate a hostile takeover with myself as the perfect bait! There oughta be a law!
(Standards.) To cooperate in my own destruction is the most basic of non-starters. I'll tell you what it is; amphetamine psychosis and a 90--day rest with 12 oral copulations a day is indicated.
Company policy.