Proof
Proof.
Evidence.
Prove it.
We all know truth, but proving the truth is what we know by explaining it sufficiently is a Herculean labor.
This is why laws are written. Truth is proven, a law is made, and adhering to that law is required without need for proof to justify the law. Just because that proof does not get explained every time, does not mean that it cannot be explained at any time. The proof is there whether you have seen it before or not.
So why have I provided proof upon arrival? That was not required, there were laws already existing that should have prevented their crimes, and it is a laborious task that requires a lot of time and energy to complete. Why would I go through all that extra work? Especially when I knew that at the bottom line, at the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, the law was going to be the final word to condemn the criminal behavior of the people who have delusionally believed that the law does not apply to them. They will not be able to talk their way out of that fact of reality.
Let me tell you a story about a king with the name King Dump:
A king proclaims a law that all crops will be taxed. That seems to work out well, everyone seems to understand why that is necessary, and the tax becomes common place without any significant problems. Then, thinking he is on to something, the king decides to raise those taxes because having more money in the treasury would be a good thing. They go from 10 percent to 15 percent. Not much of a problem, but there is some grumbling. A little bit of time goes by and the grumbling dies down so the king thinks it would be a good idea to raise taxes again because if the people aren’t grumbling, they must be happy, and if they are happy, they can be taxed more so they are unhappy, but not angry. That’s what he tells himself after his Jew advisor explains that to him, assuring him the people will actually work harder to be happy again and he can tax them even more when that happens. Taxes go from 15 percent to 20 percent.
The treasury is certainly growing with all those increased taxes, and the kingdom has never had as much money at its disposal as it now has. He can afford to take care of his servants by providing them with the best of the products around, ensuring they are paid well, clothed in fine garments, and can obtain the choice groceries at the market. The kingdom has never been happier. Except… those common folk are grumbling again, only this time it’s a bit louder, almost like rolling thunder on the distant horizon. Have they never learned the value of a dollar!? How could they be complaining when the kingdom has everything they could possibly want!? How selfish, arrogant, and ignorant of those commoners!
He needs to teach them a lesson, like the Jew advises, because there are always specific individuals who are the source of that grumbling, telling people about what they should grumble about. The Jew advisor even promises to help him locate those grumbler sources. He has a nose for greed, and can identify greedy people who are arrogant, prideful, and think they know better than everyone else with ease. He’s perfect for the job. The king thinks that’s a sound idea, and in addition to that, has a flash of inspiration. Surely a divine miracle occurred to inspire such wisdom, he congratulates himself about before even sharing his idea with his servants. If the grumble sources cause grumbles, happy sources will cause happys. So, he’ll hire some good, smart people who have the school certificate, and they will go out to the commoners and tell them how great the kingdom is; make it great for them again, he says. It’s genius. They will love him.
So, as his plan sets in motion, the grumble sources are quickly located and arrested for being terrorists trying to destroy the kingdom with their grumbling, and people are thrilled about how great the kingdom is without any grumbling. They are so very happy about all the good stuff the kingdom has to enjoy. They totally forgot about what they were even grumbling about now that they were reminded how rich the kingdom is!
A perfect opportunity to raise taxes again. Just like his brilliant advisor said he should do. They go from 20-to 25 percent. Genius that this king is, he is prepared for the anticipated grumbling and set up a special listening devices in everyone’s homes to listen for when grumbling starts happening. That way he can strike it down swiftly and there won’t be any grumbling at all! People will be living in eternal happiness of paradise. It is the Revelation fulfilled! He’s the Christ returned who brought the kingdom of God and made everyone’s lives heaven on earth! Who knew he would grow up to be the true Son of God, and King of kings? Well, he did he supposed, but nobody else. Such fools they were to not notice him. If they would have recognized his greatness earlier, think of all the miracles he could have done for them!
While he is basking in his self-reflected glory and awaiting the sounds of grumbles, a fair bit of time goes by. He barely notices time pass while one of his concubines caresses him. A maiden who is given the best treatment in all the realms to ensure she is most beautiful as possible. Until she is old anyway. Then she can be disposed of and replaced with a fresh preteen for a few years before needing another. He deserves to enjoy their pleasures, he’s the Christ returned! He can’t do anything wrong, which is good since he already slept with a few of them and the law forbids the sexual abuse of children. That doesn’t apply to him though. He’s a god, not a man, so… laws are for men, not gods.
Then he notices the fanning his servants were doing slows down. Their arms are getting tired, the lazy oafs. Should probably have them replaced and make sure they have a gym membership to stay strong enough to fan him with palm leaves for at least… how long has it been? He can’t recall, he’s been so absorbed in his own immaculate glory he didn’t even notice time go by. He truly is the best human god imaginable, since he could even enjoy himself that much which other people simply cannot do, mired in sin that they are. Wretched and pathetic. Look at them, dressed in rags, malnourished, and living on the streets. There must be grumblers about causing those problems. So he asks, “Have you found the grumble sources yet?”
His advisors tell him no. “All’s quiet in the world below. There isn’t any grumbling. It’s almost too quiet, actually. Kind of wierd. Usually there are merchants and games and random noises of normal life. It’s dead silent.”
“What!? I don’t believe you! Let me listen.” So he shoves aside his advisor and puts his ear to the listening device. It is quiet. Strange. People aren’t even talking in their own private homes. It’s like they are all afraid to talk to each other about anything. Those grumblers must really have terrified them so it’s all the more important to find the grumble sources. That’s why he’s going to need to move on to the next part of his genius plan a bit early. He didn’t want to have to use the looking devices, at least that’s we he told them, but now’s the time. For everyone’s good.
The looking devices turn on and they all start watching the commoners inside their homes. “This is actually pretty good,” the king says. “Look at this one here. This one’s my favorite. Send an agent to go pretend to seduce him and see what he does. Bring me some popcorn too.”
They all forget about what they are listening for because now they can see that people are making the most of their situations, not particularly disturbed by having so little, and mostly just have a lot of sex. That’s a good thing, the king says. Sex is free, easy, and fun. People are doing fine. He should probably find a way to tax sex now that he is watching them do it. Maybe he can pick up some pointers from the sexiest of the commoners who are the people’s favorite. Like this one here.
Why do people like him? He’s never having sex! He doesn’t even have a girlfriend! He’s certainly grumbling a lot, but he doens’t have any visitors or friends so nobody even knows what he’s grumbling about. He should get out more. Maybe we can pump some gas into his apartment and see if that will get him outside to find a girlfriend and stop grumbling so much. Maybe he’s gay. That’s gotta be the reason. He’ll send some of the gay agents to see if they can get him out of the closet. Nope. Huh. Now they are acting strange. Not so eager to have sex anymore. What did he do to them? This is getting serious. Maybe we ought to get the magicians involved to study the kind of magic he is doing. That kind of power would probably be highly useful in a war.
So he sends his wizards and witches to hang around his apartment and use their magical energies to learn his secrets. Now they are acting funny. They don’t seem to be as confident in their magic as they used to be and are even turning down jobs they were eager to use their spells to do before. That is to say every since they started absorbing the energies of that sad, loner grumbler who started being a problem for minding his own business. Maybe we ought to just kill him… that would solve the problem.
The advisors agree, and they start plotting to find some secret way to kill the man without anyone noticing, and so that it looks like an accident or suicide would be even better. The Jew adviser has confided that he knows some special magicians who are masters of psionic power. They can get him to commit suicide. Only… they aren’t allowed in the kingdom because of the last king’s law against their use of magic, the tyrant. You can never trust the Black ones. So if he’ll just sign this paper and approve their use of psionic mind cont…inuity. he’ll see they solve that problem in the blink of an eye.
Well the last king was a horrid fool anyway, says the king now, and they should have never let one of those ape men do something civilized like be a king. Probably better to make a law to ensure that never happens again while he’s thinking about it. It’s for their own good anyway. Poor creatures. If only they knew how much he loved them.
The psionics get to work and have some very interesting things to say about that man. Apparently he is one of the most evil human beings possible with all manner of perversions in his mind and it is only a matter of time before he snaps and becomes a terrible serial killer rapist cannibal necromancer. This is a serious problem. Gotta buckle down on the security. Appoint those psionics with magic authority above all the others, because the other magicians have never been able to produce such effective results at finding the bad guys.
Still though… he’s alive. He’s still alive. It’s been… how long? They even have another king now, but that guys a joke since he’s not the Son of God incarnate returned to save everyone from their suffering. It’s only a matter of time before he himself ascends to his rightful place as the perma-king and puts an end to the foolishness of switching kings. Just look how weak that one is trying to use the policies of his kingdom to do his work. He’ll never be a threat to a king like himself who makes those policies and doesn’t need to follow them. He can just make another if there is a problem. Where would those people be without him. They’ll be begging him to be king again soon to, make the kingdom even greater than he did before.
Why are the advisors all having their will and testaments finalized to ensure their children get all the money they earned with the increased taxes. He doesn’t need them worrying about their accounts now, he needs them helping kill that man! Oh, how humble and divine of him to not be concerned about money at a time like this. Yet that is what that grumbler is most concerned about. What an arrogant savage who hasn’t found salvation in King Dump who makes everything greater. Pitiful really. We certainly can’t help him by seeing his paperwork filed. That would teach him nothing about the importance of work and contributing to society. As a matter of fact, push his papers to the bottom of the stack just to ensure he learns a lesson about… money or something. That’ll learn him.
Wait… is it just me or does he look like he is trying to tell me something. It’s like he’s signaling me to come closer to the looking device to get a better idea of the magic my magicians are on the brink of learning from him so they can capture him with it. Supposedly he’ll be a compliant servant once that happens, as docile and obedient as a puppet on strings, like the people puppets they are using now. Hopefully they’ll finish soon, so it’s probably best to help them by letting the man show what he wants through the looking device.
So King Dump inches a little closer to the screen. A little closer still. He almost has his nose to it.
The man then does the impossible, he punches through the looking device and creates a rift in spacetime like a black hole where King Dump’s head used to be. When that happens, all the evil of the world gets sucked into King Dump’s face, and then its like nothing happened. Everything is normal.
Did he imagine that?
Crazy.
Why is everyone snickering now? Why are they looking at him like that? Did he do something funny that moment he imagined blacking out?
Do they want to be thrown in the dungeon? That’s what’s going to happen if they don’t start showing him a little respect. He’s King Dump after all. The savior of prophecy Son of God perfect divine person. They ought to be kissing his feet, not whispering and snickering about him.
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There’s no time for dealing with grumblers right now. Mutiny is afoot.
The end.
The moral of the story is that just because a king makes a law to permit him to take what does not belong to him, saying that doing so is for the good of the kingdom, that does not make his actions any different from a thief. He is stealing, plain and simple, regardless of what the law says. And do you know who the patron saint of thieves is? St. Nicholas.
As a matter of fact… I take that kind of dishonorable thieving from someone like King Dump personally. The king of the kingdom robbing a poor man of all that he possibly can, rifling through his life, studying his personality, thought process, ideas, decisions, way of judging things, likes, dislikes, why he chooses that thing and not the other, and using occult specialists to try and “capture his soul” and harvest his essence like they say they can so he can be eternally useful to the kingdom like Jesus is for the Jews, except that poor man will be for King Dump who is rightfully the God of his kingdom, is he not?
King Dump is giving thieves a bad name. He’s cramping our style. I’ve gotta look out for my homies before my enemies, because nobody else looks out for thieves and I have the divine sight to protect them from evil. So, this ain’t personal, King Dump, but you are embarassing us and are no longer going to be allowed to be in the gang. So… go on now. Shoo. Don’t make me raise my voice, because my divine power is more than just a matter of sight, its also a matter of sound, and I’d hate to have to reduce your soul to ash with a divine burn.
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Um… so why did I arrive with proof? Basically just to save time. I have the proof in advance and that is going to shut up the Jew before he can even open his mouth and start lying, which I don’t care to waste any time listening to. Worth the savings.
Here’s a solution: Ask Barrack Obama if he’ll be president again and set the nation back the way it was when he left office. Have him undo all the disasters that Trump, the greatest buffoon to ever be an imbecile, caused when he was unfortunately elected to be president and ruined everything with unprecedented incompetence and failure, followed by the coup de grace of treason to destroy Democracy so he could claim to be the god-king of America instead.
Ask him politely and accomodate his requirements to do what needs to be done. You don’t need to understand, but I trust he can at least set the country back to a state where it can be tolerated as not-evil, because the problem that made the USA intolerably evil did not exist when he was in office. I believe he can do more than that, but that’s not important at the moment. Right now we need someone who has experience with the job, believes in Democracy, and has proven to be capable of not being an evil swine dictator. Unlike Trump who has no respect for law, human decency, and dignity with duty, revealing himself to be the epitome of evil swine dictators with no concept of good and evil thinking nobody would arrest him if he was president.
Trump was likely on the brink of being exposed, and threatened to take down his entire evil crime ring of child prostitution with Epstein when that happened. That evil moron likely thought that if he became president he would be able to seal the leak that was going to expose him by using presidential power like magic duct tape, and on top of that believed he would be exonerated of all his crimes in life just because he was president. No matter what anyone says about it, that is not how it works. When you become president you are not forgiven for your sins.
Also, Barrack Obama returning to office and saving the day makes a good story, in my opinion. That’s something I would find to be inspiring. Group identity has nothing to do with those kinds of stories to me. It’s kind of like the way I enjoy Japanese stories. I’m not the hero, I am not even in their culture, but I still enjoy their heroism saving their people because I share those same concerns. Or at least I would if I had any people.
Who are my people? Honestly, I never thought about it until a few minutes ago, but I suppose I’ve never belonged to any group in my entire life, not even my family. I don’t have a group identity, which is why I made one for imaginary people from stories as real as life itself (invisible version anyway), since that is how I came to be who I am. That’s why I care so much about the sanctity of Stories, as if they are all as important as my own self. I’m not crazy about it so that I’d lose touch with reality, but I do take my faith in Story seriously. It is all I have to be who I am. You will not take that away from me or defile it, and if you try, you will have to answer to me for what you did because I don’t take those kind of threats to my life lightly.
To Hell with the USA identity! I wasn’t really all that attached to it to begin with because of how greedy the capitalist swine are with their stocks and investment accounts, also how unjust the law is in this accursed nation is one of the main reasons why I can’t identify as belonging with the people who live here. The horrible military strategy and immense cowardice and dishonor of the USA, revealing weakness and total lack of military power is also something that I don’t want to be identified with. I gave them the benefit of the doubt as a young man, but after I went there and did that, I was upset to learn how wrong I was in participating. Oh well, no big deal. I was innocent, and as soon as I learned, I did something to correct the problem, and in fact was able to.
That’s how I expect anyone would be when they realize they have made a mistake, but as another reason I will not be a member of the USA people, they do not do that. They are so arrogant and stupid they reinforce their mistakes, thinking that brute force can solve problems that need to be thought about with a new approach. Imbeciles. Central Intelligence Agency? Are you kidding me? That’s how they act? Holy shit, I cannot even be spiritually associated with this garbage nation because of how ignorant, immoral, and unintelligent their “intelligence” is with matters of darkness.
However, it was still good for something maybe, like a good horse blanket or rag to wipe up puke, so I sort of held onto it like any frugal looter does in a video game. If it takes up no inventory space limits, may as well let it have a square for now. However, it turned out to be good for something unexpected. I was able to put a balloon under it and make some ghost noises from behind a nearby wall, and it scared the daylights out of Trump and the Jews. Seriously. They all sprang out of their evil hiding places like the most sinister villains, criminals, and lawless scum and did the most horrible things to that old rag thinking it was my soul and spirit. Monstrous.
Anyway, they need to be punished for their crimes, so make sure you identify the facts that are their actions, what the law says about those actions, and what their responsibility or expectations were in the roles they acted from. That should cut away all the Jew shit or Christ jiz or whatever you want to call what those people do to slip away from justice. Lies, I guess.
I had my identity in story as my imaginary self to go to. There is nothing grand or different about that person. That person is me exactly as I am. I don’t fantasize about myself or imagine having qualities and powers I don’t have in real life. I am quite literally my own hero, and good enough for me as a good, old-fashioned, ordinary human being. So, when I was able to step into Story, I fit perfectly in place because I have no pretensions about myself nor fictitious qualities I pretend to have when do things. In real life, I am a king. Fancy that. Never imagined that in my Story form, but it came up in real life as true and my Story form matched spirit and soul for flesh and blood exactly perfect.
That’s why they weren’t able to touch me and I was never alone. I’ve always enjoyed the reality of Story as matching my real life reality, which brings all story characters to life for me whenever I encounter their stories. Some are more substantial than others, and so much so that I’m actually totally crushed and hopelessly in love with goddesses as a mere mortal in a totally different dimensional reality.
However, when I die, I figured my reality will be like the Stories I enjoy in books, movies, and video games. As a kid, that made sense to me and has been something I’ve always been looking forward to, and as an adult, that has proven to be the salvation of humanity from the Jew’s evil existence which has been killing all creativity and destroying all love simply by them breathing air and being tolerated in the neighborhood. Having that to provide for everyone’s salvation is what made me the actual savior of prophecy which I fulfilled by reminding everyone of the truth about it when I later learned what that was, not that I ever imagined that as myself or desired that. That just ended up being the reality in real life, and my imagined self matched spirit and soul for flesh and blood exactly perfect.
Whatever “family” or “home” there was for me that I left behind long ago without hesitation, I do not lament their absence from my life nor should you. There was nowhere for me for those people. They all wanted me out of sight and out of mind and that is no home for the person they think about like that. Honestly, don’t even worry about it. I’m going to continue my way out into the great beyond and if I’m lucky, find a sturdy cardboard box to crawl under and wait until I die. Don’t even pity me. Compared to the alternative, that is paradise and luxury living with ice cream served for every meal.