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Showing posts with label #americanblackout. Show all posts
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Monday, October 28, 2013

So... I hope this isn't an example of predictive programming.

Here's a still from the trailer for the show not trying to spread fear porn and not-so-subliminal feelings of helplessness everywhere.


R. James Woolsey, you devil dog, you! Were you riding a pre-planned wave of publicity for the Nat Geo show American Blackout or were you just pulling stuff out of your hat for a big magic(k) trick? 

Or both?

"Keep 'em feared up" is the neocon good old boys' mantra, of course. I'm sure you all went out and celebrated its premiere and got wasted, and around about your 12th jello shot, y'all got it tramp stamped tattooed on your lower backs. Like all classy girls do.

For some context to all that hard partying, you might want to fuel up here with some learnin':


More about me being fitted to be a telepath liaison (also in case of catastrophic loss of power, this connects to his utter love of reverse engineered tech despite his later protestations which were BS protestations, he really is interested in it) here:


and finally, here, for why, like, he would be, like, so tuddally obsessed with me and stuff, you know?:


Tuesday, September 24, 2013

R. James Woolsey, the love of my life, threatens loss of power while at the same time has people tell me that I would be a civilian telepath liaison in case of loss of power.

Oh you hot stud, you. You really think you're the bees knees, doncha? 


I don't care what you think of me, this really happened:  

I really was told that I would be activated as a civilian telepath liaison in case of catastrophic loss of power, and that I would be linked in a neural network to send and receive messages of a covert nature to then transport to others as necessary. 

 I am beginning, and by "beginning", I mean for years now, to think the people who claim to have been nice to me and wanted what was best for me from the Space Command end of things are not really interested in my well being at all. Beyond what I can do for them, of course. And anyone who knows about this and what's been done to me needs to tell people about it and produce results that would help me for once. 

You will be the one who suffers if you remain silent, not me.

And I want a lawsuit against the people who did this to me. Now. 

Am really starting to think that Booz Allen Hamilton is behind this as well. Seeing as R. James has such a violent crush on me and so forth.