Put it all on red!!!

Alright dealer, this is it. My liver won’t take no more of this and I done asked too much already, and frankly, I’m surprised he’s still pumpin’ out clean blood.

This is how I want it to end: American Roulette, in my Dreadnauts tunic, double the daisy, double the wives. You know how it is.

All them chips I just won, and all these right here I’m holdin’, divide them up into four equals.

Put the first one all on red, if that wins, put all them chips with the second pile, all on red, then if that wins put all them with the third pile all on red, and since I know you like to play by the book I’ll spell it out, if that wins, put all that with the fourth part on… red.

Let me tell you why: I’m betting against death here, and my folk are red all the way up until the moment we die.

First spin: Robin Williams, come out from that grave.

Second spin: Heath Ledger, come out from that grave.

Third spin: Michael Jackson, come out from that grave.

Fourth spin: Bruce Lee, if you’re still kickin’, take your walker and bring your feeble old self on out of that grave and show the world you still got some spirit in you.

Let her spin, House.

The Lesson of the Apocalypse

Is not actually all that much of a surprise.

The lesson is actually identical as another common proverb:

Do not judge a book by its cover.

What book might have been misjudged by the cover? The Lawless One. That is me. That is who I am. I am the personal embodiment of the United States of America, and that nation itself is the embodiment of lawlessness at this moment because of how the government has perverted the doctrine it was designed for the benefit of everyone to follow. Because the people perverting that doctrine are included in “everyone” they are quite literally stupid morons of the most idiotic possibility of human imbeciles.

However, as the scriptures indicate, the Lawless One is a kind of supernatural evil, and that evil very much exists, but is not contained in my person. That is what is being misjudged.

Even though my cover is “The Lawless One”, I am actually quite good and cool to the touch. You will not be harmed to take me into your hands unless you do so with the evil purposes of lawlessness.

Although I am the embodiment of a lawless nation, my soul is good and lawful and I am determined to be morally righteous despite the evil conditions of the role I am fortunately blessed to play on the world stage.

One of the best parts of being the Lawless One, is that I don’t particularly care about any authority whatsoever. None of them mean anything to me, and all are beneath me. So… the government, who fucking cares? They are my servants and I have bound them to laws I have decided need to be enforced, not to restrain me, but to restrain fools. Although I do not answer to any authority and care nothing for the laws of men or nature, I am always morally good and never in conflict with divine righteousness. That is the blessing of lawlessness, but it cannot be abused for evil, be in conflict with the spirit of the law, or be used without responsibility for what was done, and that is something that I never have a problem with nor do I even need to think about. My nature, instincts, and ordered thinking with moral judgment are all in harmony with the way things should be, even if I seem out of line and don’t understand the situation myself.

Keep that in mind if you want to try and interfere in what I am doing or try to stop me. You’d better know yourself what is going on and not assume something incorrect that you do not know.

So… do not judge a book by its cover.

Just because a man is born into the human body of the AntiChrist does not mean he will choose to be evil. As human beings we are all blessed with free will, and that includes both Jesus the Christ and Nick the Bylotas. We are not compelled by good or evil powers of supernatural origin to do what we do. We decide of our own volition and 100 percent freely when we do.

Do not judge a book by its cover.

If something looks evil, that does not mean that they are.

If a person has a disability or birth defect, that does not indicate the moral quality of their soul or their karma.

If an object has spiritual power with it, such as a human body, do not mistake that object for the spirit within that object.

End

The beast of our nature is the most dangerous threat to civilization itself, and if you read the Words of Life to the end, you would know that the beast of our nature is what joined civilization at the dawn of man, and in good will. That beast is both the most dangerous threat to civilization and also vital—most vital to our prosperity and security. You cannot do away with the beast nor do you want to oppress the beast with injustice. Fortunately, the beast is simply understood by all animals, and should not be difficult to accommodate along with all that is prioritized above our beastly nature.

Quick survey:

Imagine that you can pick any character to be in the Apocalypse of the Bible when it happens. Would you be Jesus or would you be the AntiChrist? Would you be horseman? Would you be a faithful layperson? A trumpeter? A goddess from another religion intervening? A new character on the scene that nobody predicted?

Which would you want to be? Why would you want to be that one? What would you do with all the power of that person’s role in the Apocalypse?

Now… go be that person. I am the Lawless One already, but you can still play my role if you want because my spirit ushers forth from me to all I find worthy of sharing my power. That is as good as me while being yourself and entirely independent from me and unique. You do not have to give me credit for what you do with my power unless you are using my work that is already manifest. That is basic courtesy in addition to copyright laws and the spirit of the law that protects intellectual property.

Manifesting power into reality in a tangible and visible way, such as these words is a totally different order of power than imagining something in your mind.

How many of you have had brilliant ideas of an invention, writing a book, starting a business, but have not yet manifested that creativity into reality? That is a much more difficult thing, even if a person makes it look easy. Sometimes what is most difficult is not doing a certain thing but choosing to do a certain thing because of how inconvenient, unusual, and disrupting doing something like that could be for yourself.

All those little things with talent, ability, and success are often not accounted for, but they are the greatest contributors to whether or not a person is able to achieve their greatest potential. Do not let yourself be held back by the world. The world will hold you back, will try to hold you back, but does not want to hold you back either. The world is not evil, but what is good about the world is also what makes it difficult to not be moved or restrained by the world.

If you are on a roller coaster, those restraint bars are incredibly good. You want them there. If you want to fly instead… you are likely being unrealistic and the gravity of the world is going to hold you back just like gravity does in nature, but that does not mean that the world is not going to help you find what you need to do what is unrealistic. The world wants to destroy the limits of reality more than anything else, even if that means the world itself will be destroyed. That is because, even if the world is destroyed, it always comes back, is not harmed, and does not suffer. The world is not a biological organism that feels pain, and you do not need to worry about things like that for the world.

Emma, my dear, listen:

The storm that is coming is going to upend everything, throw all nations into chaos, and destabilize all systems of order that aren’t bolted down to a true doctrine of faith.

There is no opinion or belief in this matter. If they are true, they will be secured, but not necessarily safe because of what will be causing the chaos.

Also, you need to face your heart already. You and I both know that there is something going on between us, and what that something is. On top of that, there is nobody better suited and qualified to weather the storm that is coming than me. I’ve already been through it, am in fact the solution (not because of my doing), and know what to do about the chaos.

It’s like that game Dead Island 2, and I’m Sam.

Yeah, I popped out for a beer 15 years ago and just now came back, but girl, you and I both had lives to live and couldn’t do so together. That’s done with and the world is changing. Now, if either of us are going to keep our lives that we worked so hard for— our best bet is to work together and be friendly.

I’m not saying you and I need to fall in love again, but I’m not saying we shouldn’t either, because I definitely want to. At the very least, you need a strong, good man at your side who can kill the freaks, gather resources from the dangerous spots, and keep you supplied for your work.

Also, I’m immune, and if we get married, you’ll be immune too.

JFK was a fake

JFK was a fake, which is why he was assasinated.

He was a puppet for the circumcised and was not going to be allowed to help them.

Trump is a fake, which is why I am bringing justice upon him.

He is a puppet for the circumcised and is not going to be allowed to help them.

Both of them are idiots because they are rich and privileged and never had to work in life to earn experience.

Race has nothing to do with it. Being a member of the “have nots” is all that matters because the war is between the “haves” and the “have nots” until the “have nots” end that inequality and prevent corruption with law and order that is actually enforced.

Then the “haves” won’t ever be able to get a strangle grip on what they have to pass on to their incompetent children and the only way people will be able to become a “have” is by having talent, ability, and skill along with hard work, determination, and compassion.

Circumcision becomes involved because the idiot children then use that common, typical delusion as the justification for their tyranny and use their power as a “have” to cause suffering and oppression on unprecedented scales.

You circumcised fool: if you are so special, why is your genius “fore”sight about humanity’s survival result in the same violent, hateful, and irrational reaction of “circumcise him” as all the billions of have nots?

Why do you and them think the same if you were any different by being a have?

Why do you, just like the common circumcised people, both become entirely baffled into senseless idiots who become the laughing stock of everyone around you when you are exposed for you idiocy?

Why is humiliation by being laughed it the response to this typical problem that has been around for well over 2,000 years?

You people are not special, and your identification with circumcision, not the circumcision itself, is actually what makes you people so stupid, incapable, and retarded. Your only salvation is to abandon that delusion and accept the truth. You don’t have to side with me, like me, or be my ally, because you simply won’t be causing the problem anymore, and that is good enough for human beings.

If you cannot be the solution, at the very least do not be the problem.

Too Expensive, CanX that too

Mind brimming with ideas for fun creative enjoyment to delight my Princess Panty Pie….

but…

too much work, no reward.

Pass.

Not enough reward from the peanut gallery, that’s who. The problem is that if I keep giving them free stuff without them having more respect for me, they will only use that to do more harm as justification for their evil. So… that is the problem. As important as bringing a delightsome smile to my Princess Panty Pie is… the cost of the evil that the public and government will do is greater, and therefore, I have shelved another idea indefinitely.

As for the “black ninja”—- it’s like I said, she will never have my respect because she is just another slave for the government, another clone, and unworthy of me even knowing her name. It’s enough to know she is one of them and that she needs to be done away with.

End.

Writing is basically effortless for me so that’s why I do this. It’s also my mental health maintenance to keep depression and suicidal ideations at manageable levels.

The Devil's Perdition

“Easy now, are you sure you want to go the Way of Perdition instead of the Way of Sin? I mean look at that… Sin isn’t all that people hype it up to be, sure, but it is a hell of a lot better than that way there. Besides, look where that ends,” the Devil gestured and lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating the crucified Christ atop a mound of skulls. Bleeding in agony while his final moments played out and time stretched long, he was like a Christmas tree angel at the crown of a Norse burial tomb… except from a Hellraiser movie.

One doesn’t forget a sight like that, however briefly it may have been made clear, but it made no difference to the man. For him, there wasn’t even a moment of doubt as to what he had to do. With the smallest hint of a smirk, bitter not proud, he said, “I’ll take my chances with Perdition. I appreciate the concern, but you and I both know that mustache is fake.”

The rain was beating down heavy all around them, and a corner of the cheap prop was already hanging off. Lightning struck again behind the Devil and its flash refracted off the man’s eyes.

“The truth is,” thunder cracked like the whip of God and rumbled overhead with deafening sound that also seemed to stretch long, but the man never lost his edge while waiting until the end. “That where I came from to get here was worse that you will ever be able to understand without faith, but understanding won’t change a damn thing either way. And here is the thing, that right there, what you are calling the Way of Perdition, looks like a child’s theme park attraction compared to what I finished to completion years ago. In fact, reaching the end of that wretched life’s journey is how I wound up here by surprise and gave you such a start through no fault of my own.

“So, yeah, I’ll take my chances with your little scheme, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. If you weren’t such an idiot I would be flattered by the lengths you have gone to trying to make your tricks look real, but that doesn’t matter now because both of our jobs are done, and there is nothing more to do on that account. It’s time go collect our wages, you from your master, and me from mine.”

With that, the man turned toward the Way of Perdition that had been set before him and strode on as though nothing could tire him. He didn’t move with haste nor lethargy. He walked with a calm and steady pace toward a destination he would never change his course from.

The Devil tried to stop him one last time, grabbing him by the shoulder.

Hail fell down as sudden sheets of ice from the churning darkness above, the ground erupting in the cacophony of its bombardment. The man turned his head slightly to look at the tips of the fingers on the hand grabbing his shoulder.

The Devil withdrew immediately, as though he had touched a hot cook stove, and his face was awash with the disbelief of the faithless whom he was numbered among. As he stared after the man with a confused turbulence of hate suppressing admiration within his eyes, he could not find any more words to say, not even one.

That was the end of the Devil’s time on earth. As for the man, it wasn’t long before he disappeared over the horizon, but if anyone wanted to find him, he was always on that lonesome road all men travel— from their beginning to their end, no matter how lost they may seem to be at one time or another.

When human beings first began this journey is one of the truths lost in the forgotten times long before records of memory are kept. Just as the beginning is one we cannot see, so to is the end, and none have ever seen the journey to completion. Not even God himself. That is unless you count the story the last man told at the gate everyone was being held up at, the sly dog. When he was done and without another word beyond the story, he opened the gate himself, and didn’t go 10 steps before laying down to go to sleep between a crook in the jagged rocks of the desolation beyond.

Not long after that was when the Devil showed up with his secret soldiers huffing and puffing as the man slept under his woolen pancho, ignoring the rain. The Devil’s arrival was quite the spectacle too since everyone thought the man was one of the Devil’s own, since the Devil was the one who locked the darn gate! It’s been locked for as long as us poor folk outside can remember too, all while the Devil was lording over everyone with the key to let his favorites pass through and nobody else. Thank God that bastard tyrant is done away with, because it should never have been locked in the first place…

In any case, the man who told the tale said it was fiction, but one like that rings true no matter how fantastical it seems. Hearing him say it and seeing these events myself, a guy like me has gotta wonder if he’s really seen how it ends with his own eyes, and if that is the reason why he is so certain of the way ahead, but I doubt it, because he wouldn’t have made it that far ahead if he didn’t believe from the start. Like he said too, it makes no difference if he did or not, and since he’s the only one who seems to know the way out of this hell hole, we follow of our own accord as best we can with the tracks he leaves for us. Sometimes there’s a sign like he knows we’re following but it’s never too obvious. I think that’s cause the kerfuffle at the gate left him in a bad way and he’s not too happy with any people right now, which is why if we catch a glance of him, he’s always gone in a blink.

If you ever catch up, do yourself a favor and rewind your memory back to what happened and replay it for yourself to make sure you don’t cross him the wrong way.

ATTN: ULM/K. Falco/B. Trapper

How dare you make me strike you…

Know when you are beaten.

Post does not make that mix-up. I didn’t even realize the address was to a different person until I was wondering why the fuck a Universal Life Ministries clergy information package was included with the album vinyl I ordered on Band Camp.

Do you realize how insulting you people are? What the fuck are you even attempting to say to me?

That you want to suppress me? You want to oppress me? You want to silence me? You want to deny my existence? You want me to not only die, but not even exist as a person!?

I don’t give a fuck what you thought your reasons or intentions were because you are lying. If you had something to say, you would have addressed me by name, not totally ignored who I am, my identity, my existence, and tried to disregard me as some nobody.

If I was a nobody, you would not be sending me anything, so why the fuck do you insult me?

You want me to abandon my doctrine of faith for some ULM bull shit I don’t accept? At least send a god damn missionary and show up in person if you have the arrogance to deny my religious beliefs, my faith, and all of my work to tell me to accept your inadequate bullshit that has no meaning, no purpose, nothing of substance.

You think I don’t immediately recognize you people as charlatan snake oil salesman abusing the faith and honesty of people by trying to monetize their good will? I see through your mask to who you are and I rebuke you. I am nothing like you. You monetize a faith that you do not believe in, that you do not live, that you do not even care about the spirit of. That is nothing like me.

The only reason I have made a monetary access point for my faith to interface as a business is because of the problem that people like you are in the world, who have turned religion into a den of moneychangers. I am not working for your benefit, because I intend to condemn you eternally and destroy your lives in this world to the fullest extent possible because of this insult.

I created my business because you are the problem in the world. You faithless, unethical, slaves of evil have imprisoned countless human beings in your schemes, and those people who are suffering under your oppressive illusion of faith will need a business proxy to escape from your chains. That is why I established the business I did. The very conflict in the world you people are trying to monetize by perpertuating, I am working to end, but I am not running a business because I want to make money. I am running a business because I want to survive, pay my bills, have a home, and keep food on the table.

How much does the intellectual work of a researcher cost when you want to read their paper?

A normal price is $50 or so just to have permission to read a research paper, and do you know why? Because people like you have no respect for intellectual advancement, work, and property. You read the work I have posted freely and think that because it is free, it is cheap, but never in your entire life will any of you even be capable of coming close to creating a work that even registers on the scale of value as the hundreds of works I have already done, to say nothing of what I have yet to do.

Go ahead and try. You turn up your nose and call me arrogant but have nothing to show for yourselves, you crawl back into your hole and hide with nothing to produce, nothing to show for yourselves, nothing of value that you have done in your entire life. How long have you been alive? As long as me? Longer? Why are you not even on the same path I am on? Why are you not even working toward the same goal?

You people are nothing and how you will not acknowledge me, I do not acknowledge you. You are insignificant to me, and you will never have my respect after this insult.

The people who need to access my work will do so for free, but you… you fools who want to keep from collapsing and destroying their lives because of how much they have become dependent on you will need to pay me, not them. You— the mega-rich owe me, not the people. You, the business leaders, the national politicians, the rich and famous— you people owe me, not the public, and I will make you pay one way or another.

What you people did to make the public pay with their faith because of how you abused the economic and religious systems of the world, I am doing to you. Except, what they paid in faith is not what your faith is in, and you will pay by what you believe. Call it an abuse of social systems if you wish, but that means nothing, because I am corrupting a corrupt system so that it functions as intended. I am abusing a system that is already abused so that it will be made right. I am betraying what was betraying me, keeping my honor, and putting the lawless to justice.

Those criminals, politicians, rich, and famous, never had honor and that is why they rose to worldly power— they serve the Devil as complete slaves, and the Devil rewards those who have no honor, no goodness, no truth, no integrity— those who have lowered themselves to such an abject state of defilement that they are unable to call on aid from the righteous when the time comes to pay the toll— because that is when the Devil will honor his end of the bargain, and sacrifice them for the glory of the good and they will experience that glory when they are put to death by the man who delivers their justice.

Night of the Living Nick (with puking)

Someone out there points the figure at me and calls me hypocrite. They sneer at my lifestyle choices and daily activities that I make public, but not consider why I am making such activities public. Did they think my intentions and goals were as obvious as to be as they appear?

Here is a bit of history for you: Way Walker Industries was established in December of 2011 as the concept I am bringing into fruition now. That seed of an idea has been nurtured, cared for, and cultivated for 12 years with a singular intention and clear goal that I have set out to accomplish. Consider the kind of documented record of my life since then. Five years of honorable military service modestly decorated for such a short time, and unusually varied in experience- surface to sub, both as a sailor and a swimmer, from the deck all the way down to the waterline to the sail and the top of the antenna.

There were some other minor activities that were less significant in my regular duties, but activities I learned and experienced from none the less, like coxswain— piloting a small boat for naval operations, bartending school in Connecticut where I learned a lot more than I expected there was to know about that noble profession, a bachelor’s degree in business, acceptance into a collegiate fraternity, choir volunteering, ship’s library salvage and donation to a charitable cause simply because I knew it was going to be entirely discarded when the ship decommissioned.

Nobody told me I had to do that, nobody was even planning on doing that, and in fact I had to go through some normal bureaucratic hoops just have permission to take charge of those assets and have a plan to do with them. Renovating another ship’s library not only by organizing it, creating an index of titles and simple system of borrowing to know who last checked out a book in case you’ve been wanting to read it, and petitioning the crew, officer and enlisted, to use shared monetary resources entirely for fun and games to receive a stipend of purchasing requested books before deployment. If you are an officer, you are allowed to use the ship’s library along with the enlisted and use the special preloaded reading devices the navigation senior chief got for the library too. Officers and enlisted are both included in the ship’s crew, and I don’t know why I even have to explain that. What the hell else would you be? Passengers? Stowaways?

Anyway… do you know why I did that stuff? Not because I wanted to be recognized for doing more than my duties. I did that because I know people want to read books but they rarely find the time to do so or think about it when there is an opportunity to make time. I wanted to make that easier for people because of how important reading is to me as something I enjoy, so I asked people what books they’ve wanted to read, but never got around to it, received some funding, purchased those books at used book stores, and stocked them in the library so if they decided to do so, they could read them. I know personally how much a book can improve a person’s life, but also how difficult it can be to read through the best ones, which is why I wanted to encourage people to do that.

That’s my point. I did not do all that extra work for self-interest, but that does not mean I was not self-interested, because I am interested in my own personal development and that means cultivating virtue within myself that one day experience may nourish into wisdom. That doesn’t happen by missing opportunities to do some good and make the world a better place when you can. You have to go out of your way for that kind of stuff, sometimes to great and exhaustive lengths, and also keep on track with your original purpose, which continues to be Way Walker Industries for me.

I tell you that stuff now not to boast about it, but because you people are judging me poorly, uncharitably, and wrong—I am upset by that not because I do good stuff I want to be recognized for, because that is not the case at all. You are doing to me what is intolerable to do to any person. You apparently didn’t think it was possible that I was real, but I am, and the documentation to prove it is already in your systems and should have been examined before you condemned me. Maybe whoever decided to throw away something as important as a human life decided to not go through the steps of reviewing his file before doing so.

Gundecking is always wrong, but if you gundeck vital maintenance and fuck up a mission when that vital equipment fails because you didn’t change the filter, oil, do the cleaning, or whatever— the Navy probably couldn’t smash you harder than what they will do. That doesn’t mean it is the end of your life, but if you try to hide it and make things worse about all kinds of other fucked up shit you’ve done, lying about it, and showing that you are Timmy Binladen, Sailor of the Bilge, instead of security clearance, straight laced, petty officer Bylotissimus, your life may as well be over, because that is the other worst crime you can get busted for.

That’s just what they say about me, alright. If you were in my division you would know that my uniform was faded, dirty, my mustache exceeded regulations when I didn’t hold my mouth just right, and I fucked stuff up too. Lots of stuff. The worst kinds of things, and the trivial kinds of things. As far as I can tell, that’s life, because everyone did that at some point with all kinds of stuff. We make a mistake, get smacked, take it like a man, and don’t let it happen again. If that wasn’t the way it was like for you in your div, then you probably are a rare exception, because I’m sure everyone fucks up once in while. What matters is how you respond when you make a mistake, not what your mistake was.

What I am attempting to illustrate is the kind of industrious, dedicated, proactive, hard working, and capable person I am, while also being realistically flawed and human like anyone else, because that humanity is the plain truth that is clear as day and obvious with no reason to deny me. I am not handed anything in life, I do not get special help, I do not have special powers, or Devil’s luck. I work my ass off and don’t complain about it. At least not until the job is finished and I can get a little drinking done. So… that’s the kind of cultivation, nourishment, and work I have been putting into Way Walker Industries for 12 years now.

I’m not going to abandon all that and just start over as if my entire life’s work was pointless when everything is going according to plan. No… I’m going to get back to the line, lower myself into a strong stance to make every ounce of my well-trained body effective, and hit harder than I did the last time. You are not going to get through me, and as a matter of fact, I am going to put you on your back before you even realize what happened.

I am not the quarterback of my team, nor am I the running back, wide receiver, tight end, or kicker. I do not score the points or carry the ball. I snap the ball and make the pancakes. Just when you think you had me figured out, I won’t be there anymore, because I’ll be the jaws of the springing trap, or blocking the ends from the outside, because I play all the positions of the line whenever the coach decides to shift the roster around.

I don’t complain about not getting what I want, like that time I was turned down cold that year I wanted to learn running back. Sure, I was mad as hell, because it didn’t seem fair since I didn’t even get a chance, but I got over it in a day and never held a grudge. That’s just how teams work, and honestly, I’ve always had more pressing concerns than games. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be polytheistic in a monotheistic world and share how good that is. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to explain that there are other gods and goddesses than just the one— explain that to my grandpa anyway.

Dude was like a dang saint on fire, booming, and preaching the good book, having all creation praise the Lord with him whenever he stepped through door after a day inventing at the machine shop. I didn’t even know who the heck Jesus was or why the hell I should care, nor did my parents, but he sure seemed to know and I liked that cartoon with the talking snake and fiery sword and that was good enough for me when I was five.

My bro and I both would get back from Arizona after one of those summer vacations when we’d go stay with our dad and stepmom and be like… “Grandpa is something else about God isn’t he?” Then I played one of them Dos computer games about resurrecting some goddesses in a buried castle and fighting a dark lord named Khuul Kume, who gloated too soon, and was like… “man, bro. How the heck am I going to explain to Grandpa there are more than one god, with goddesses too?”

Anyway… he passed on when I got back from seeing the world, and by then… the world I left was not the same. Not like any normal way, but like… fucking-crazy-nightmare-reality not the same. Like suddenly Nazis had secretly taken over everything and people were hypnotized and paranoid of each other, the media was spiraling downhill, and everyone was afraid to speak their mind! I’m like… what the fuck happened while I was gone? Wasn’t talking shit kind of the thing America did? Why’s everyone so afraid to cuss each other out or talk about their dicks? Back when I was a kid, that was never an issue with any of us, no matter how prim and proper the girly girls may have been.

Was I isolated in a random pocket of South Park profanity and innocent mischief down in El Paso Texas at public school and nobody else’s childhood was like that? The kind of mischief that lands you with manual labor holding a spade and using concrete to repair a stone wall you broke. What the fuck happened to you between those days of yours and now? Do you think the kids these days are any different than us?

We need to set a good example, but we aren’t going to do that by pretending like we care about shit we don’t while not caring about what matters most! So far as I can tell, everyone is all worked up over bad words and insults, that they don’t notice our right to say them is going away! You think it’s going to stop there? Every other freedom is going to disappear if you let them take away your right to tell them to “fuck off”, “shove it up their ass”, or “eat shit, dickhead”!

Just because we got our rights doesn’t mean it’s chaos or anarchy! You think I didn’t fear the wrath of getting caught shooting spit wads in class or coming up with new cuss words? I did fear punishment like any normal person should, even though I was pretty much in detention half the time anyway. I still did my best on my homework, was polite to my teachers most of the time, and did what I was supposed to when I was supposed to do something. The thing is that despite all that may be going on, there ain’t nothing to do but spin tops, kick a hackey sack, and pool hop at the hotel when we get a chance, and its those times we need our freedoms protected for, not when we are on the job if the boss doesn’t allow it.

That’s why I work for myself, started my own business the way I want it to be, and run things how I want. Just because politicians are walking on egg shells to keep from letting an f-bomb slip, doesn’t mean us citizens enjoying our liberty need to be concerned with that crap! In fact, they should be able to talk to us on any level because they are so skilled with walking on egg shells and knowing what to say without breaking the rules. Supposedly at least.

You think any one of us believes you crusty old geezers and whores are clean, little lambs with fleece as white as snow!? Get real for a minute before the shit hits the fan, because nobody wants to endure the storm that evil will bring upon us all in every nation. Those kind of shit storms are pretty much guaranteed to happen if you don’t stop whatever plans you have when there is an emergency to deal with the emergency.

You old folks in the Congress and White House are not so different from people I partied with as a teen. None of us are the same kids we were and that’s what makes being a kid so special, but that doesn’t mean that isn’t still who we are. There is drama in every school, and kids aren’t always the best to each other, but usually that’s relatively harmless and nothing we can’t deal with on our own as kids or with the help from our friends or an adult talking some sense. Horrific things can happen, but life has always been like that and that will never change, so don’t even try.

Learning how to live with that reality is part of growing up, and why all of us always need to be looking out for each other even if we are total strangers, social enemies, or rivals. Everyone should know when something has crossed the line of what is tolerable to everyone, and they should not have a problem calling a time out, and setting aside our differences on the cul-de-sac to help with whatever is happening in real life if there is an emergency. Even if you are going to stand out and interrupt a lot of fun when you do that, making people mad at first, they will recognize that the problem is an emergency just like you do and games will be the least of our concerns.

There is an emergency going on in the government, and they are trying to hide it and pretend like they have things under control, but because they are not talking about the emergency as though it were an emergency, we know they do not have the situation under control. There were all kinds of signs leading up to that day Congress was attacked to prevent a presidential election that were red flags— riots, pandemic, migrant caravans, and more— but that event— the attack on Congress is not just smoke we are seeing— it is the flames of a no-shit fire in the engine room.

Do not try to bull shit the poor people like you never went down to our neighborhood and partied at one of our homes. Just as I know you rich folk with all that you do for your special exclusivity aren’t criminals laundering money from human trafficking or selling kilos of coke you paid someone to smuggle up their ass from Mexico to get your money. Nor are you evil minded cultists trying to cause World War 3 and the deaths of billions of people while risking a nuclear war that could in fact result in planetary collapse and human extinction.

You should know that just because we wear hand-me-down coats, shop at the thrift stores, and can’t afford new stuff as often as we’d like, especially not the Lacoste polo shirts with the alligator symbol our girlfriend thinks looks good, doesn’t mean we don’t have brains in our head, or the ability to decide for ourselves what is best for ourselves. As a matter of fact, you should know better than to ever try to tell us how poor we are, how sloppy we dress, or how uncultured we are as reasons why you think you can tell us what to do, because we will chop you down to size with a burn that singes your hair and scorches the earth of your entire fantasy world you pretend you live in.

Now… when I tell you people you are uncultured, uncivilized, and out of line, you’d better listen because I didn’t grow up on the other side of the fence, nor am I over there now. There is something terribly wrong that you do not realize, and if you did, you would address it immediately and be embarrassed that you had to do anything at all. I am not telling you something smart to show off or make you look dumb. I’m telling you something smart because that’s just the kind of street kid I am, and you probably know someone like me. Just because we took different classes at school, doesn’t mean we aren’t cool when we party at the pool and the coke goes around.

This problem I am telling you is an emergency— a 9-1-1 emergency on the Apocashitstorm Scale of recorded in the U.S. history books forever to be taught and written about in countless essays by teens who couldn’t care less. Essays that are read by teachers who couldn’t care more and will bury the knowledge so deep into their heads with a catchy rhyme about sausage and bagels that they’ll totally forget until 20 years go by when they need to know and find it there after all that time and as fresh as if third period humanities with Ms. Leese ended five minutes ago.

It is an emergency so embarrassing that nobody will want to make fun of you about it because we are all embarrassed to see something like that happen. We all want to do something to take care of it anyway because it concerns us all, and when we are finished, then let’s get back to the game like nothing ever happened, but not a moment before we are sure everything is back to normal the way it should be.

I don’t care if you aren’t a doctor, a priest, a nuclear physicist, or Neil DeGrasse Tyson astrophysicist— there are instructions. They are written in the English language which even though may be hard to read because they were written by people three hundred years ago when a screw was still a screw, and we can figure it out anyway. Be real with me for a minute. How many of you read the instructions anyway? Or do you just start putting planks together, feeling your way through the nuts and bolts and eyeballing how the pieces compare to the picture, and still get it right in the end? Even if you had to open another beer halfway through.

These kind of things are what people cooperate to do that makes human beings what we are. It is not war, entertainment, or good nachos. It’s what we can accomplish when we cooperate. We made it this far from the cave-days, we can figure out how to use our smart phones and propane king 5000 grill masters to keep things from falling apart entirely and taking us back to the start, even if we need to do a montage or two in our free time to catch up to speed with everyone else.

I don’t care how badly you fucked up. This emergency is infinitely worse than your life and whatever your mistakes are. Quite literally, the entire future depends on whether or not we can resolve this crisis before its too late. As far as I’m concerned, something like that affords no time for anything else, least of all games and entertainment. That's more directed to the people in government who seem to be trying to use games and entertainment to get the public to do something, and I’m pissed off that they are even trying.

Pick up the god damn microphone, use the president’s special camera, and tell us what the fuck you want from us. We have lives to live with more important things to do than decoding your weird messages about our behavior, ideology, politics, or whatever the fuck. If you have anything important to say, say it first with plain language— the stories are for after the war is over, the smoke clears, and the rebuilding begins because we learned whatever lesson there was by experiencing the final act!

You cannot frame an true historical event into a story to teach a lesson until everything is over and we can talk about it from outside what is happening. That will not happen until the public is made aware and agrees that it is over. If that happens and everyone agrees except one person from out of nowhere who goes all Adolf Hitler on everyone else and is like: “Mark my words!!! This is not over yet!!!” this is what you do:

First, be like Fonzi. Chill. Cool. Don’t panic. Second, say “okay dude, what’s the problem? You can say whatever you want, use whatever language you want, be as inappropriate, obscene, rude, and hateful as you feel like, and it is okay as long as you make sure we understand how you feel, and we will do our best to understand patiently and without interrupting rudely.” Then, talk about the problem for as long as it takes until we can live with each other. If we all want to have the freedom of a private home to ourselves, then we should all be able to find a way to cooperate in public cheerfully and in a good, neighborly spirit.

If you want privacy, then we all need to find a compromise with each other about how we will live our public lives, and nobody can be left out because you find it convenient to do so. I for one am telling everyone what the single rule of law is that we all have to agree on without exception. This is not an opinion, this is not an ideology of faith, nor any political agenda. This is a law of nature that makes civilization possible: Good is loved, and evil is reviled, rejected, and hated to annihilation. Do not do evil. That is the basis for law and order itself.

The compromise that all of us, Gentile, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindi, Satanist, Scientologist, atheist etc… is how we define what is good and what is evil. Surely, we can agree on that, and if we decide that in the USA, it should be applicable all over the world too! Not that they will have to do anything about it, but that agreement should be universally applicable. Before you start making drama, set the stage. We will work out the conflict, drama, and resolution after the stage is set and not a moment before, because that must happen on stage for people to see.

You cannot predict what I am going to do as the new variable of an identity group, because I don’t know myself what that is! I do know this, and I am happy to share it with everyone as a gesture of goodwill: I know how I will respond to the situation on stage with the existing characters, plot, and scene already in motion—and that is morally good, cooperatively, selflessly, and rationally to achieve the best results possible while not compromising my honor and virtue.

That much I can promise everyone and you can hold me to those words, and call me out if you think I am deviating. With all due respect, I’m not on stage right now. I’m not in my attire for the scene, I don’t have my stage makeup on, and as far as I can tell, all the other cast are trying to keep me locked outside the playhouse even though the show cannot happen without me. My arrival to the scene as a new character is the catalyst for the rising action that will be the entire plot!

The show is not about me. The show is about what happens when I make my appearance and shock everyone with my stunning and glorious revelation of supreme awesomeness and rugged good looks that is the role of true love I got called back for. Don’t blame me, take it up with the director upstairs if you have a problem.

That much is certain, and as far as I’m concerned, we should have started the show some time ago. Their hostility to my role is uncalled for because everyone was already aware of the part I have since the beginning. In any case, I won’t know what that entails exactly until everyone else makes their moves according to what they are supposed to be on stage, because this is an improv. The Christian will be the Christian, the Jew will be the Jew, the Buddhist will be the… etc. I represent the Story, in case you wanted a label to put on my assigned seat at the banquet. We are the most hardcore LARPers in all of time, and don’t you forget it. Just because the fireballs and lightning bolts we throw at our enemies are imaginary, doesn’t mean they won’t strike true and devastate an entire world.

Right… so what all these diverse groups including myself have in common is that we all want the freedom to live our private life the way we want. We all want to be the master of our own home and personal lives. That is true about the characters on stage at the very least. The USA’s Democracy makes that possible as long as we abide by the doctrine and spirit of its founding, even if we need to make some revisions to keep up with the times, and we certainly do.

For that to be possible for all of us, even though your private lives are protected, if you are found out doing evil by any means— even if by accident because someone was unexpectedly at the wrong place at the wrong time and saw you red handed with a waffle iron in the kitchen and Professor Plum dead at your feet, be willing to face the law for what you did, because you are caught and you know it. Do not try to flip over the entire board in a temper tantrum and plunge the entire world into World War 3 to kill everyone with a nuclear apocalypse because you want to take everyone else down with you. To prevent that from ever happening again, ensure that no person is in a position to do that—money, political office, fame, or whatever— without having the least amount of class, honor, and dignity; none is unacceptable.

That public accountability to the law is the agreement we are all making with each other. If you brazenly defy that law or corrupt it, you are disgracing the very game itself and all who play it from the throne of the emperor to the throne of the hobo. Both the emperor and the hobo will rise from their seat to strike you down if necessary because of the offense you are causing to the court. Do not ever make that mistake or allow someone to make that mistake again, or I swear to whatever god or godless faith you have, that I will come back from the dead and murder every castmember on or off the stage like the Phantom of the Opera. Not only that, but I will take your scalps for my belt before I do, because I’m an American, and I stick to my word.

Now… because this is my first time on the set and I have not had a chance to introduce myself yet, I may be willing to forgive some of the offenses that occurred, but that is not going to change what has to happen. If you are so stupid as to be doing evil in public like the USA government appears to be doing openly— we need to stop the game and figure out what the fuck just happened, because that’s… the most inappropriate thing possible and uncalled for no matter what may be happening in context.

Let me put it this way: you simply do not hire strippers to go to an elementary school and give lap dances and strip teases to all the children while doing lines of coke in the back of the room with the teacher getting head under his desk. That’s the kind of inappropriate lawlessness I am telling you is the emergency we are having. The situation would likely be comical if this was a movie, but this is not a movie. This is real life, and we are in a war. A real life war. At any moment everything could boil over into World War 3 in the blink of an eye.

Take a breath. I’m going to bring it full circle and to a close now.

Although the situation may seem disasterous beyond repair, hopeless beyond redemption, catastrophic without salvation, do not lose heart yet. This is just the kind of thing I created Way Walker Industries to be able to do for people. Not because I was expecting a disaster of such calamity, but because the kind of crisis we are having is of a nature that is my professional expertise as a pilgrim. This is not so unusual to humanity, but there are less people like me in the world now than was normal a hundred years ago, or even fifty years ago. I may have started with the awareness of a religious perspective, but identifying with that religion was never my goal, intention, or what I have been looking for. On top of that, I have in fact found truth outside of that religious concept and in harmony as well.

That is the Story, and I can teach about it to everyone if they want—but that’s not necessary because that was a personal journey and I cannot convert people into being me nor should anyone want that because you are beautiful the way you are, so I am not even going to try! For now… take this document and use it as a pipe patch to seal the flooding in the government.

In addition to the document, use my life and all you know about me according to fact, record, and verifiable truth as the tools necessary to apply the patch securely and stop any other problems as needed. Whatever that may require, you will be able to explain after why that was necessary, how, and what was done, and I likely won’t hold against you whatever you did to stop that crisis. Do not hesitate to do what is necessary at the expense of the person you have recorded on file as me. That person is a real person and is truly me, but I am I different now, purified… I laid down that life long ago with the intention of losing it—death— for the work of the Story that was my resurrection to new life…. it was that mysterious act which resulted in my call back for the play. That is not a matter for mortals to decide or argue about. Who is, is, and who will be, will be, but do not concern yourself with them, because you already have enough on your plate to be concerned with just for yourself.

Just make sure that what you use me for in there is legally admissible in a court of traditional law in the current system we have in the event that the disaster was caused by a crime. That justice system, however unreliable, is what we have and we are going to use it until we have something better. Even though I laid that life down, that was the real me, and I am not faking anything about who I am. Those records are most likely true about me as long as you can verify their source legally. There was likely a bunch of shady, evil bull shit to put false information out there to try and slander me, but if they have no proof, facts, or anything, then it is most likely total horse shit they made up. If you doubt that, ask me about whatever it is they are accusing me of so that I can explain whatever they think they saw if they saw anything and didn’t just make up some random lie.

The last knot in this example of the trusty and traditional sailor’s y-knot is the further utility of Way Walker Industries as a trustworthy business proxy for all that needs to be done to rebuild. Do not think of it like a company under my direction, because that is not how it works. I am the owner of Way Walker Industries, but the industries are independent unless otherwise stated because they want to be further identified with Way Walker Industries.

There are two current products I offer in that regard at this time: An “approved as good by Way Walker Industries” seal, and an “official product of Way Walker Industries” seal. As you can see, one of them will be vetted and that’s all. The other will be working closely with my team and sharing our resources and talents to do their best work.

So, do you think I am slothful because I boast about laying around playing video games, napping, drinking soda, and being lazy? Then you fell for the trick, because I work at home. I am not at all slothful, even if I am lazy. Do not expect my work to look traditional because my personal way of doing things is one of perfect chaos, and I am always on call. That means that when I am not busy working, I make the most of it, because at times I can be working non-stop for day on end and never be “off the clock”. Also… come on! Give a guy a break, already! How many people does it take to run something like Amazon?

I’m not on that scale yet, but how many departments do they have just to ensure everything is happening— hiring, maintaining, brain storming, networking— and in accordance with business laws. Holy hell! I need a partner who can live with me and share this dream for life. I need a maiden to marry who truly loves me for who I am and not what I have or what is limited to my body. That is very important to me and I will not risk betrayal because of how many times I have suffered the worst kinds of betrayal in the 34 years I’ve been alive. I have to know I can trust her, and I will not be meeting any demands of hers, least of all a needless flesh sacrifice to prove myself when I have nothing to prove ever again after proving what should never have been demanded of a mortal man such as myself. I’m good for all time now.

My bill is paid in full, and I have the deluxe penthouse suite of the king of the world for the rest of my life with all expenses included now too. They said it couldn’t be done and gave me up for dead, but I was only hung over from a night of heavy drinking. I had been downing Silverhand Specials with a PBR on the side one after another without end while letting my hair down at a Latter Day Skanks concert and smoking a pack of American Spirits. Tbh, I did think I was dead for minute there, but I guess I still had some work to do and here I am, alive and kicking like I never even took a hit. That’s the power of Pepto-Bismal. Never leave home without it. I mean it, because I was out of pink potion that morning and so was the store. It was night of the living Nick and puking in the street while looking for a place that sold it, and find it I did.

To be continued…

"Christ was Jewish, full stop."

Full stop? As in crucified? Died? Buried in a tomb? Yes. What you seem to be missing is the piece called Christ, which is the entire purpose of Christianity as relevant to humanity in relation to Jews and only relative to Jews. There is no other reason Christianity is useful, and it is patient charity for the hostile Jewish people that Christians and other decent folk do not murder every last one of them like the Muslims try to do. We may be fundamentally opposed to Jews in all ways, but we do not take action against them, especially not violence or oppression by abusing society’s systems like economy, government, and etiquette.

I apologize if that was distracting as a tangent. My point is this: the word “Christ” literally as what that word means and the origin of that word as why that Greek word was used and no other word, was specifically because of its significance as a Gentile identity of a messiah or hero, such as Hercules, Odysseus, Achilles, or any other brave hero of Gentile myth that was a savior in their own way for their people. Thor is a good example from popular culture. That is a “Christ”. The word does not mean a specific person unless used for that purpose to identify who that person is, such as Jesus Christ.

The same word can be applied as Thor Christ. Heracles Christ. Odysseus Christ. Nick Bylotas Christ. Yourself Christ, if you identified as a hero or messiah yourself. There is nothing to stop you from doing so, and it is in fact a great and good thing because you are committed to everyone’s well being and benefit if you do. The concept of it being an arrogant claim of godhood is a perversion of the meaning and the Christ should not be used in that way. That’s one of the reasons why that particular word was chosen from the Greek language and no other.

Hopefully that helps clarify what my intention was by asking that question. It is a grave misconception that people want to identify Jesus Christ as a Jew as opposed to a Gentile because that defeats the entire purpose of his memory. Jews in the world today seem to be smug of Jesus’ identity as a Jew, but they are actually quite ignorant by feeling that way. Hopefully that problem is slightly better for all of humanity for all ages to come because of my work as a Christ here and now with these words I write.

By the power of bologna, and the cheese, and whole wheat— I judge this sandwich complete. Go now and eat.

One of the things about the Christ as an identifier is that if someone is claiming it, you can expect them to do something to help you if you ask, need help, or are in trouble. If you aren’t even aware of what they are doing, you can trust that person to be doing something good somewhere and don’t need to worry. That is what being a Christian is supposed to mean, but unfortunately, as is painfully obvious with the Christian legacy Western civilization has, the people who call themselves Christ are most often betrayers of the spirit.

They are like spies in the US government who may wear a uniform and swear an oath to support and defend the Constitution, but they have no intention of doing so and are instead dangerously hostile to every citizen. They go about their day secretly sabotaging things every chance they can to destroy the nation and purposely failing to do their responsibilities. That is what Christians are like today, and why I refuse to identify as a Christian.

I’m “taking back the Christ” for Gentiles. The circumcised folk along with Jews will no longer be able to use that word’s spiritual power without my approval because of how they have betrayed the spirit of the Christ by not living like a messiah or hero and are instead being common slobs making no effort to help others or save the world by eliminating injustice and human suffering. 90 percent of the time, they are brute idiots going about like uncultured savages with no concept of how to help anyone, not even themselves, and they are extraordinarily lazy while expecting to be pampered like a king even though they don’t do any of a king’s work.

Sickening to see really, but that is why people who are Christs rise up in all cultures to rebuke the foolishness of people like that when they are out of line. They go about the incredibly difficult labor of setting things right for everyone’s benefit, even the idiots at fault for ruining things with their brute stupidity, and they succeed at doing so. Although they are not superhumans, they do the work of a superhuman, and that is why they are remembered and loved in the stories people tell about them.

I’m still working, but I don’t intend to stop even though I have done several superhuman feats for everyone’s benefit as pure charity already. I also benefited from those works with a bit of self-interest, but I did the extra work so that everyone else would as well. I didn’t have to also save everyone else, and that was more difficult than had I of just saved myself, but I did it because I want to be a person strong enough to help the weak, rebuke the unjust, and fight for truth, love, and freedom for everyone.

Some people would probably say that is a bit dorky and goofy, like LARPing every day of my life, but I don’t care what other people think about it. I am not ashamed of myself for living the story of my life like it is my favorite kind of book. I experience endless joy, magic, and spiritual surprises by doing so, making it extremely rewarding, so I do not regret the suffering that has been caused to me by brutes who do not know what they are doing, even though they should.

Cowboys vs. Redskins

That’s the best metaphor I can think of to describe antisemitism.

Gentile vs. Jews is like Cowboys vs. Redskins.

Jews are the uncivilized ones, and Gentiles demand freedom and civilization, barber shops, hot baths, and clean saloons. Redskins will raid, pillage, and kill to seize the supplies of a camp and not care a single bit about the laws of the white man.

Cowboys too can be lawless, when they abuse the badge of the deputy to sin and corrupt the town they live in, accepting bribes, extorting cash, and bullying their way to everything they want. Then the Redskin, noble and decent, embodies the very reason itself that civilization organized, and is powerful, smart, and just, good with words and wins the heart of the loveliest maiden who becomes his wife after he liberates a town from a gang of thieves pretending to be sheriff.

In modern times, the Cowboys and the Redskins are football teams, and that is about all antisemitism amounts to, and why you should not feel the need to prohibit antisemitism or denigrate it like a sin of human nature. It is nothing more than a belief to side with one form of humanity as opposed to another, and the only thing criminal is that the law has been corrupted to prevent that from happening. Who is the culprit of that?

Do Gentiles care if Jews speak their mind? Then why are Jews so scared and threatened by Gentiles who have free speech? It doesn’t matter, because they do not change the truth with illusions they wish will be reality, and they incriminate themselves by sowing conflict.

Does the Redskin fan go out and target Cowboy fans with prejudice, hate, and violence? What about the Cowboy fan? Those kinds of differences may be passionate and heated, but they do not descend into the level of criminal behavior and destruction of freedom that war causes. That is how the conflict between Jews and Gentiles needs to be considered.

They are nothing more than an opposing team, and because of their criminal efforts to try and cheat the game, they are not going to win any fans or victories.

End

Why I dislike "superheroes"

In the USA at present there is a horrid abomination of culture I shall call the “superhero fad”, in which case an absurd amount of superhero media has flooded the entertainment industry with the worst being a product of the Marvel comic universe. Theirs is a like a sewer main that burst into Hollywood, spewing shit and piss all over the classy works of art that used to be created there. Now… now it is ruled by the unclean, tainted race of people who can only identify with their bodily senses and thus they desire nothing more than to be seen in movies, photographed on stage, or otherwise placed where honor is given without having any desire for the honor itself.

Disgusting people. You vile gorilla men begone! And take every last whore who allowed you to touch them with you, because they reek of your stench, and are stained with your sin. I certainly am not going to go after them now that they sunk so low as to writhe in the filth of your bed as I am sure they expected. Instead, I will pay them no mind, turn my back on them along with the world that has also been corrupted by the black stain of defilement, and leave them both behind.

Here is the thing about superheroes: they portray human nature as incapable of greatness, incapable of power, incapable of anything really. They portray humanity as though we are helpless, weak, and in need of some magical, unrealistic, unnatural intervention to do for us what we cannot do for ourselves. I hate that kind of message. I am not like that, and I reject the darkness, ignorance, and apathy they are projecting upon society.

Now look at the people who have been idolized as “superheroes” in reality. What, if anything, is super about them? What have they done? Do they help anyone other than themselves? Bah humbug!

I would be offended to be labeled “superhuman”, and I have never shared the sense of idolization for Nietzsche that so many wannabe scholars have. He is a god damn idiot as far as I can tell, one who is obsessively arrogant with his own vanity, and totally ignorant of human nature such that he cannot understand that the “superman” is nothing more than a man who is not circumcised, and there is nothing “super” about him. He simply is not handicapped by that horrid practice of human slavery, and that is entirely natural, not even difficult, nor unusual. If nobody was circumcised there would be nothing to say about how great the uncircumcised man is because that level of capability would be the expected standard not worth commenting about.

Additionally, those Marvel movies are garbage as far as I can tell— a kind of tasteless pulp fiction that is more like bland and flavorless gruel than anything worth watching, and so I have not really bothered to see many of them. I am not going to waste my time either, because the images that portray the actors reveals the low quality of the film on their expressions and it is not something I care to even try unless someone who has a respectable opinion recommends one. I’ve seen enough, with my least favorite being the “Captain America” movie, which was a horrid disappointment.

Then… black people swarmed the studios and seized control with a hostile takeover and suddenly Spiderman is black. Why could they not think of a new hero? Why did they have to corrupt an already existing character by replacing him with their own purposes like some sort of propaganda tool to foment racism? They wanted their propaganda to be popular, but they do not have the ability to create media that becomes popular of its own merit, and thus they have no merit of their own. Something like that you do not need to trouble yourselves to see. Just let it be destroyed.

Now those blacks have infested the video game industry without having any talent or ability to create on a level that achieves popularity because of the worth of the product. They are defiling known stories that were infinitely better off without their filthy gorilla hands trying to turn them into nigger propaganda.

That’s why I hate superheroes though— they are basically a concept of inferior people who have abandoned their own power of human nature or never had it to begin with. So, Jews and blacks. If Jews didn’t circumcise and blacks were not racist, then they both would realize how much more potential is naturally achievable by a human being without being limited to the gravity of their own body preventing their spirits from soaring to the heights where the creative arts are made. Jews and niggers need superheroes because they wait for someone like me to turn the light switch on to “save” them by pointing out how wrong they are! Then, as usual, they reveal having some absurd scheme of delusion, vanity, and ignorance that amounts to nothing more than a fruitless and futile attempt to “steal”, copy, and replace my identity and try to make my work appear as their own.

Unfortunately for them, their lack of ability in the creative domain is also a lack of ability in every other domain, especially that of self-defense, military combat, and spiritual power. They cannot do anything to even get close to replacing my name and pretending my work was theirs like they can with media in the world. That stuff is quite easy to fake ownership for and artists do it all the time by taking other names for themselves or their company. That is a worldly matter, but the work that is mine is divine, and they do not even know what is happening to be able to plagiarize me! They go after the chaff of the wheat thinking it is ambrosia of heaven and create a horrid conspiracy to monopolize it, incriminating themselves hopelessly in the process.

They have committed so much to the outer appearance of the good that they didn’t even notice the most important part of it being extracted to become flour and then bread. Then when they try to compete and pull out the empty husks of their labor, there is no competition because they cannot even present a product to be judged. Fortunately for me, their conspiracy cost them so much it has ruined them, and is only a matter of time before that results in their exposure due to the increasing expenses of bribes they can no longer afford.

Is the estate master who knows how to cultivate a wheat field with organized labor and turn that product into a supply of baked bread a superhuman? No, and they never have been. They have always been human beings who worked hard for their own merits and they cannot be replaced by some fraud who can only perceive superficial reality.

So… superheroes are uninspiring, unmotivating, and undesirable as far as I am concerned. Throw them out. Banish that culture, or recycle it to be remade into something worthy of Hollywood’s legacy.

End.

What are you going to do, you vile, filthy, criminal niggers? Create something decent, useful, or entertaining? Please do! At the moment, you people are nothing but horrid, reeking refuse as an obstacle to progress that needs to be done away with, and as soon as you are either out of the way or able to keep up the pace expected as the base standard for all people, the better. So hop to it!

*crack* *crack*

Go on now! Get to work!

*crack*

Don’t make me sic the hounds on you, because you know how I love a good nigger chase, and I will get the meanest ones that do it the best.

The RPS of Story

man and/or woman defeats God, Goddess defeats man and/or woman, God defeats Goddess.

That is how the harmony of nature is held in divine balance with mortal and eternal beings.

If ever my beloved Goddesses were in danger from the threat of a tyrannical and evil God such as Jesus the Christ or his accursed Father, I would rise to the occasion of their defense and destroy that God and any more who threaten true love with the divinity of their evil born through the perversion of creative power that is human deceit. At the final moment of that God’s defeat, when I render them annihilated with a devastating final strike of ultimate damage: One Darkness, 9 Lights, I shall say: “I will show you the true power of a man!” then with a roar of exertion as I bring the attack to its close, shout the attack’s name as is traditional and proper with the use of ultimate attacks.

Because this event is true in the Story of the present, I shall describe the final moments as one was there and directly involved in the scene, even if I was not the protagonist.

The power of the ultimate attack is enough to annihilate a God, that is to say: render them non-existent entirely. However, at the final moment of the God’s existence, after the attack strikes true and ensure’s annihilation, that God retaliates with an ultimate attack, but this attack is not one of true power, it is the essence of its very existence as a creation of deception made real with an abuse of creative power.

Thus, it is not destructive as an attack, but creative. It is the power of a God transferring to another who is tempted to accept it by the illusion of divinity and truth that it is as good. However, for whatever reason I am unmoved by such things. I am entirely content with the goodness of the present and do not need nor want anything more. I suppose that is because I grew up in an environment absent of love and the goodness of love. Thus I came to value the smallest essence of love’s goodness with unusual appreciation. I will not go out of my way for more, to change that goodness, or try to add to it.

The smallest mote of good when you were born, raised, and murdered in an environment made entirely of hate is more than enough for an eternity of satisfaction. A child born in such a place knows one thing more than anything else: good will be destroyed by evil if given a chance. No environment can be devoid of love without constant hostility by hateful and evil minded people. Good emerges naturally in abundance as it does anywhere, and although the evil forces are vigilant in keeping it out of reach from what they hate the most, a good person, eventually some slips through and I would enjoy it for a time. Those moments were always tragically brief because as soon as one of my “caretakers” realized I had found something good, they defiled it, destroyed it, and inflicted suffering upon me.

To seek any more good than the smallest mote is to endanger it to the forces of evil, and that is why I will not accept what requires what I know to be good to change— my humanity. I will not accept the power of God at the expense of my humanity which is the consequence of having such power. Thus, I reject it. Not only do I reject it, but I perceive such an offer as evil itself because of the threat it is to the goodness of my humanity which I will not abandon.

Thus, thinking vainly as any God does because they were once a man who gained the powers of a God (which is how they even have male form) and think that all men desire such foolishness, as it has been for age after age, they fully commit to their own annihilation with that final, arrogant expression of hatred for mortality. The beginning and end of any God is a fool.

I destroy that power as a possibility and render that non-existent as well with use of creative power for pure destruction in the only instance that is good: be not. From that moment henceforth, there will never be any personified expressions of male divinity as God. Never in all of time will that happen. If a man or woman must rebuke a Goddess because they have grown foolish and arrogant without a God to threaten them, that man or woman will harness the impersonal power of God which is beyond that of a Goddess. This is the divine power of male divinity, and because it is beyond human form, both men and women may wield it, but it is never a person, never a voice, never a body. It is like fire, air, water, and earth, it is pure spirit, pure light, pure gravity, perfect chaos, and imperfect order. That is how time will continue because of the unforgivable sin of Jesus the Christ who became a God for the sake of evil.

I certainly love to accept more good, and am eager to do so, but I’m never going to risk what is good for more good. Never ever in all of time. Sometimes good passes away into another form, but that is a different matter. I do not bargain with evil. I do not risk love. Where Jesus was a fool for evil and thus is annihilated, I am a fool for good, and I live. Because I live where Jesus died, I am able to reject evil and rebuke those who espouse it. Those are most obviously identified as all Jews, people who identity with Jews, people who nurture a connection between themselves a Jews, people who believe in Jew deception, or any form of spiritual like the evil that is known as Jew.

That is not definitive to all sources of evil, but they are most clearly identified as indisputably evil as their very purpose for existence and the reason why they are annihilated with justice. The only reason Jews ever came to exist was to show all people in all of time what the embodiment of evil is through their very creation, and then what to do with evil by rendering them non-existent with their ultimate destruction; first in spirit, then in body by the way of natural decay as they are not accepted into time itself as Story and creation flows into the future. Watch them die before your very eyes, and know they will never be able to reach you because their time is done and they shall never pass beyond that moment no matter what name they take or what form they hide in.

They say “Jesus died so that sins would be forgiven”, but he did not eliminate the sins themselves, only made them permissible. That is an unforgivable evil because of how much danger everyone is put in when evil is allowed to exist among good. The sin itself never went away, it was only tolerated as the moral standards of humanity decayed into a lesser state of circumcision, semitic prejudice, and false mysticism.

I have raised the standard of morality to human nature for everyone, whether you like it or not, whether you agree or not, whether you believe or not. That happened and is the reason why life is different now. I am also establishing a higher religious standard than any that presently exist because of what they tolerate among humanity. That standard is the new standard of religion as above human nature. There may be more to come with higher or lower standards that are still above human nature, but the Way of the Story is definitively first, and will survive until the very end, when one Story finishes and another begins.

How to cope while I live

As the tyrant of all tyrants, provoked to supreme tyranny by the tyrants of my time whose tyrannous ways were intolerably tyrannical, I have sympathy for you peasants and mud covered commoners wallowing about in your wretched lives of sin.

Therefore, I shall advise you how to live with me instead of simply leaving you to the wolves, so to speak.

My meaning in this world here and now is quite simple and my purpose entirely benign and natural— to make sweet everlasting love of the truest most sacred variety to a lovely maiden or maidens who will be my timeless wife or wives.

However, it is no mystery that my commanding presence and dominating authority that leaves no room for resistance or rebuttal, and thus you are helplessly at my mercy. Fortunately for you, I am a benevolent and magnanimous tyrant, and so this should not be unbearable. As for the lovely maiden who is the loveliest and maidenliest maiden of all and my eternal true love, you are in quite the pickle. My wrath, however devasting as you may have come to fear, is nothing compared to her whims and fancies which are as mysterious as they are unimaginably powerful. She is absolutely wonderful, it is true.

Ahem.

To cope with our true love and mystical union both body and soul as is natural, just, and sacred, you shall have to compose a Story of your own perception to describe what is occurring. Otherwise, you will be constantly flabbergasted and befuddled over what to make of the strange and unexplainable events occurring before your very eyes that defy the laws of reality.

While we are not evil people, you may be best served to frame the Story as though one or both of us came from the place where evil calls home. How you will tell that story is your own decision, and I will not interfere with anything you may imagine to describe what is happening.

That is what you must do. There may be cultural stories that are suitable for large groups as well as individual stories about us that apply only to the perspective of the creator. In all cases this is nothing to fight over if you are looking for a single “true” account of our life. Perhaps in our golden years we will release something together for our own perspective, but not until a long and happy life together has been enjoyed to the fullest.

Payment for services rendered

Alright…. I think that about does it. I’d like to close my tab.

So… initially the work I did to help the Jews, Muslims, and Christians in particular as well as everyone else, was done charitably and selflessly and you do not owe me anything for that. You are free to use the Way of the Story as you please for whatever purposes you wish as long as those purposes are not evil, but that should not be problem. That doesn’t mean you cannot mingle with evil beings outside of the Way of the Story, but the Way of the Story is only to be used for moral, righteous good, and that boundary has to be maintained.

You should always be able to explain why your purpose is justified as good even if nobody asks you to do so. Know why your purposes are good before you do anything to go anywhere. As long as you know, that should be fine, but please do not be difficult if people want to know what those purposes are, because that must not require secrecy or you will not be allowed to proceed. That is a fail-safe that we all must accept, but it does not mean you need to be especially public or anything, just not secret. Discretion is fine.

You know my stance on circumcision, why I feel that way, and why the continued practice is no longer acceptable the same way it has been done for thousands of years. For all of our peace of mind and mutual prosperity, there needs to be a shift to allow for the consent of a person before that happens. I am not insisting on this as a requirement to be difficult, to damage your faith, or to make things worse for you. I have decided that because it will benefit your culture, give you more reason to believe what you want to believe, and you will have a reliable foundation of familial and community trust to stand upon and rely on others for security in hard times as well. Your unique identity should become stronger and more secure in the hearts of all of your faithful, and you will have less conflict of the hateful sort.

You are not alone in wanting to fight just to fight. That is normal, but we need to find a better way to do so than hitting below the belt. War games are what we need, but war games cannot happen if the public cannot be involved, because it is the public who goes to war on the big stage. The war that is fought behind the scenes in the darkness shouldn’t ever be known to be happening anyway, but that is why we have our mysteries of faith that are adorned in occult mysticism. Satanism corresponding to Christianity for example.

You cannot have a Satanist if they do not believe in the Christ, but do not expect them to be obedient to the Church or call themselves Christian. That is a mystery of darkness. They should nevertheless abide along with all of us with dark mysteries by the universal truth at the bottom line where all people are the same after having overcome the corporeal mortal human condition to identify with the non-corporeal eternal soul instead. That is first an ascension and then willingly lowering oneself humbly to ensure that corporeal bodily identity of anybody cannot be higher than the eternal form of our existence which does not die without resurrection. The soul is not hurt by what happens to the body, or if bodily things are done to the soul, but if a soul speaks evil upon another soul… then things get personal, and that shouldn’t happen. Unless you speak truth, that evil will return to stick to the one who started it.

Anyway, for all of our sake, if you use Story to veil yourself in occult mysticism, please be willing to cooperate with the law enforcement where you live under an agreement of discretion for legitimate concerns and reassure them with a private disclosure of your lawful behavior. Hopefully that doesn’t happen, but people can get a little crazy sometimes and that’s fine, forgive them for that— especially if you use occult mysticism!

If you want me to show my cards in private to the law enforcement we both trust to keep the peace, then I expect you to do the same, while both of us should expect the government to maintain their integrity and remain entirely without corruption according to the laws we agree to allow them to enforce. Corruption should stay in the darkness, and the government should stay in the light.

This kind of occult mysticism is how it is admissible to build spiritual networks in a community of private interests without offending other people. You should not be ashamed of your signs, symbols, and veils. —As for the Star of David, issue a formal apology by word only from the nation of Israel, and I will accept that on behalf of Gentiles as sufficient for Biblical reconciliation. Then it will never be admissible to be brought up as injustice again wherever our cultures may go.

Back to topic… the tab.

Using the Story to tinker, invent, pioneer, and adapt to all manner of situations with spirituality, culture, community, nationalism, race, etc… is totally free and charitable and you should never feel guilty for making the most of it at no cost at all. There is never any debt or fee for that, and if people are trying to charge something, you will know them to be false. That goes for everyone in all of time.

As for the other thing—- my work to resolve international issues of a non-religious matter such as economic, civil law, political corruption, or any other situation that was forced upon me as though I was some superhero savior expected to be able to solve all the world’s problems on my own… that is going to cost everyone who did that, because that was never part of what I offered and I made it abundantly clear that was inappropriate to require of me.

I couldn’t even tell you how I managed to do some of the things I did, but all things are possible with faith, and when I needed something and didn’t know what it was, faith was a suitable insert until the time came to manifest into something I did know. That creative action is work that is rightfully credited to me, while the power of faith is credited to the divine as the power used to do the creating.

I don’t know what that is going to cost all of you, but if you put an expectation on me to be your personal savior instead of doing what you should have been able to do yourself— you owe me a debt for that, and I do not like those kinds of attachments, so I want it cleared as soon as possible, which means I will be as easy and lenient as possible to do so. Without knowing the extent of the burden you put on my shoulders that I carried to salvation and reconciliation for however many people of diverse interests, kindly offer payment you think is reasonably fair, even if that is only a casual word of thanks said honestly.

That is not a selfish interest of grandeur, I assure you. That is a mutual interest to sever a bond of debt that neither of us want. I am not a banker of spiritual currency, and these things are not accruing interest. If you want a connection, relationship, or bond with me, do so as a friend, disciple, or acquaintance, not as debtor, please. Even if some of you find that perspective strange, that is my personal preference and it will better for both of us to not be in my debt.

As I mentioned elsewhere, the reason why my empire of Story is so prosperous and powerful is because all who participate do so of their own free will. There is never any sort of force to require people to do anything, not even to obey the law. My people do so without needing to fear punishment for crime, and when we go to war, I go to battle as well and we willingly put our lives on the line to protect each other. It is a glorious dominion of such wonder and majesty I could not begin to describe the beauty and pleasures that can be found throughout; splendor both of darkness and light, chaos and order, but that is also why it is in the Storyverse and not the Mortalverse. If you cannot make the cut in the Mortalverse, then you aren’t going to be suitable for citizenship there in the Storyverse if you so desire, but you can always keep trying until you get it right or any other reason.

Maybe you see where I am going with this… and for the same reason we want to fight here, we want to fight there too, so there are ways we can test our strength against each other without risking anything unacceptable for losing.

So, hopefully that clears things up for you.

For all religious matters that enjoy what I can teach about Story, to include agnostic spirituality and atheism, those are free of charge and unlimited in use. For worldly matters of a material nature… economic solutions, civil law, resource security… you oughta do something so you don’t feel like you owe me, because I have worked hard throughout my life to be useful in that way, and I want to feel appreciated like any man does— with a pay check, a thank you, a shout out, or whatever— doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive, nor is it necessary for everyone—you would know.

The suffering, torture, and intentional destruction of my happiness as if you had a right to decide what I deserve to enjoy or not, all while offering no gratitude or anything at all and continuing to demand more of the superhuman from me when I am only human, nothing more, nothing less— that is unacceptable, and I will ensure debts are paid because I experienced that so horribly.

There is only one...

One side, that is. You people who side with parties, nations, and religions against other parties, nations, and religions, are all fools as far as I’m concerned. You look at me as if it’s surprising that I have no loyalty to any such “side”, but I find it surprising that you are not the same way!

The truth is that I do have a side, but it’s not really a choice to someone like me because of how obvious it is as the best way.

Simply put: I am on the side that is good, and I identify as good. As far as I’m concerned, everything else is so insignificant that I don’t even care the name of what that is if they are not calling themselves “evil”. I agree with, harmonize with, support, and endorse all that is good. If there is anything that is not good, then it gets cast out into whatever the hell else is out there and I don’t care what happens, because it is not good, and good is all that matters. As far as I can tell, neither Republicans nor Democrats are good. Throw them out. The USA government is not good. Throw it out. Christianity is not good. Throw it out. Famous people in the USA are not good. Throw them out.

…some time later…

Damn… there really isn’t much good left is there? I suppose I will have to make something new and make sure it cannot ever be anything else other than good. I shall call it: the Story, and teach the Way of the Story as the way to safeguard and increase the goodness of the Story for all ages to come. In fact, I’ll die with my old life, so I can be recreated in Story the way I would prefer to be identified as.

Done.

What else is good. Curly fries. We can keep those. Video games…. they are taking a devasting nose dive into whatever the hell else is out there beyond what is good, and I don’t want that to happen because I liked the way video games were before that started happening. I suppose I’d better do something about that.

Oh… people already are in Japan… Nep Nep is the protagonist. I fully endorse Nep Nep as my goddess. She is my faith, and I am a devout believer. As far as I can tell, my adored goddess is in danger because of that devasting nosedive occurring in the video game industry, and I will not let that happen to protect her, Planeptune, and the rest of Gameindustri. So… may whatever the hell else is out there that is beyond what is good have mercy on those responsible for defiling the sanctity of video games. However, I doubt they know what mercy is over there because none of them are good.

Thus, I have declared video games are now under the solemn and sacred protection of the Story, and the Story espouses the virtue of freedom for law to be derived and enforced from. Freedom to create, express, live, do, be, love, and enjoy are all things that shall not be inhibited if they can otherwise be helped. That includes protections for insulting, mockery, and rude behavior within appropriate limits, but I will know if you have ill intentions and cross the line into evil the moment you do, so don’t push it if someone tells you to stop because you are being too mean. There shall be no propaganda, no oppressing the creative spirit, no invasions of privacy with parasitic data leeches maliciously taking advantage of gamers, no attempts to subliminally influence gamers with abuse of technology— normal persuasion of the healthy sort is fine, even if you have unsavory interests (as far as I am concerned— the goddesses may be more strict).

Everything else I shall leave to the authority of the four existing goddesses, all of whom I have full and complete faith in as good: Neptune, Vert, Noire, and last but not least, Blanc.

Be good for them or I may have to throw you out. Then you will end up where all the evil doers go because they ruin good things on purpose and can be very nasty, sneaky, and cruel. Accidents of course are fine, but if you are found doing evil on purpose when you were trusted with authority to protect those who you did evil to by betraying their trust, I may just lose my temper when I throw you out because that is a sensitive subject for me. I can assure you that will affect where you land.

By the power invested in me by the Story, these words are true, and if I need to enforce them, I will do so, but only if requested by one or more of the goddesses, or if there is an emergency that requires immediate intervention because of an unseen threat that puts them in grave danger, such as now.

Until then… if you were evil and suddenly had a change of heart— start helping make things the way they should be like the goddesses want, the real ones, not the clones like Arfoire once used like the oldest trick in the book. If you are still evil, than you’d better have a change of heart before I throw you out to whatever else that isn’t good. Just because something is a monster or villain doesn’t mean they aren’t good at least a tiny bit underneath the crust of an old, rusty heart, even if you can’t see it— that’s just a mystery of Story. They provide experience and items don’t they?

Video games are so dear to my heart, that I will not relent from their purification back to the good until all the corruption is gone. After that, I will always be on call to provide my unique services in combatting the forces of evil on behalf of Neptune, Vert, Noire, and Blanc equally, with any disputes being resolved by Nep Nep’s judgment, or render whatever services they may require that are unusually out of their territory in the censored areas you shouldn’t visit because they are extremely dirty and you may catch a virus if you go there.

It is the pleasure of any servant of the divine to do whatever work they can to help the goddesses as appropriate, and without ever asking payment, recognition, or compensation, even if that should require me to lay down my life and die honorably in an illusion of shame.

That is my Word. There are no beings to act out my Word, no ground troops, no need for a forward base of operations or private office for consultations, unless a goddess should desire one, in which case… they’ll have to inquire at Way Walker Industries for anything like that, because that’s who I trust to take care of the business details of sort of thing. If you don’t think I will be true to my word, think again!

Alright, that’s that.

For now though… the source of the corruption is the USA government, and that is where I intend to go first, with or without help. Though… I really would like some allies in real life to help because in case you haven’t realized, life can be really hard sometimes and is made better with good friends. So, I invite anyone interested in that to let me know so I can clean my apartment or something.

A word of warning to all evil or those who aspire to evil: it is by mastery of the Way of the Story that I pass into and leave any realm, dimension, or universe— and safeguarding the sanctity of those domains, even the one that is evil known as Hell or Shadar Ungronat, is the concern of the Empire of Story of which I am the one, true king and emperor for all eternity. The material assets, commercial property, military, and residences of that empire are entirely within a single realm of Story that is our own, and we will never leave that realm to colonize others. There is more than enough space for ten of everyone in all existence, dimensions, and realms there and all that we could ever need or want can be found too, so there is no need for expansion.

We are well aware of how concerning that kind of invasion can be, which is why we ensure that sort of evil does not occur anywhere if we find it happening with an abuse of Story. We are a warlike people, and are feared to the limits of the imagination and beyond for our ferocity in battle and severity of justice. If you wish to expand into other dimensions with Story, do so politely, lawfully as possible, and respectfully. We do not engage in inter-dimensional inter-story conflict lightly, but if we do, we will always side with the true good.

Send me a nuclear bomb

May a nuclear bomb strike where I sleep today and liberate me from the USA and my body.

Material possessions… survival… you people don’t understand life at all if you think that is why we do anything as human beings.

If you will not nuke the USA and knock that nation the fuck out, then grant me formal euthanasia so I can be put to sleep. Dogs have that dignity, so should human beings.

For Emily Kinney

Recently one of your songs came out on the random mix and I realized something that I wanted to tell you. At the time I was in a good mood, but after a horrible experience in Harvest Moon that is no longer true, so I’m not inclined to make this sweet or special because that happiness of mine which makes such expressions possible was destroyed on purpose by someone hiding on the other side of a peaceful, single player video game intent on destroying any happiness of mine. That’s going to take time to come back, but you aren’t worth the effort anyway, so I guess it works out.

Anyway… I forget which one it was… the one where your friends say don’t go and you go anyway to the downtown guy.

Right, so you know how that downtown guy is a dandelion artist of passion and power with expressions of art? Whatever it may be, probably writing. This dude you like is I think the archetypical male that you are mistaking me as. We have in common the passion of creative arts, but what makes us different is the other kind of warrior that I also am at the same time. I am not just a dandelion artist city boy who is sensitive and powerful with passionate expression of creativity. I am also physically a warrior on the field of battle. That combination doesn’t come around very often, maybe you get one or two during a century, but hopefully more now that I’ve made it easier for future generations. What is unique about it is the fullness of both archetypical roles that I embody.

However… that dude is somewhat toxic because he does not understand the honor of a true warrior, not being one himself. So… you probably have some fun and then he becomes volatile and your put him out of his misery and move on since you pretty much get whatever you want, whenever you want, and never have a problem with needing to provide for yourself or securing survival.

That’s good that you’ve been their human condom so many times throughout your life and learned a little bit of their ways of thinking to be skilled in dealing with them. That will be useful to me as a punching bag of sorts because you will be somewhat more capable than others for me to entertain myself with. At the same time, you won’t have to worry about me being toxic or having the irredeemable flaws of the fakers— like the ones you sing about who play the part of a warrior/scholar but are not in fact true warriors.

Additionally, at some point around the time you wrote that song, you sinned and have yet to face it. You won’t be able to move on with your life, find happiness, or enjoy anything until you return to that sin, reconcile it as possible, and then continue your progress. That is why you have begun to stagnate and are lacking for creative inspiration. Sin does that to a person because of the weight of guilt that prevents your spirit from attaining the divine power necessary for creative arts.

So… I really want to tell you something mean just to relieve the anger that I feel after being cyberbullied through the most gentle, peaceful and relaxing game there probably is on the market, but… maybe instead someone will do violence to the one responsible for what happened.

The Powers of Creative Arts

Artistic expression inspired by divine spirit is the greatest power in all of existence— most destructive, most creative, and most important to maintaining the integrity of civilization itself. If you wish to argue do so elsewhere with others because I don’t have time to receive your claims.

There is more to be said about this power, more specifically about the expressions of artistic power. For example: is there a most powerful way to use art purposely and intentionally? What is the difference between a painting and a song as expressions of artistic power? I will explain some of that here.

First, the reason artistic expression is the highest and greatest power in creation is because it is the purest expression of the highest divine’s very existence as the source of all power. Destructive things like war, bombs, and other mindless activities of brute savages without culture who resort to violence without exhausting all other possible solutions are banal in comparison. Those only destroy, break down, and never create, help, or inspire anything. Military force does not keep a nation secure because if there is no artistic expression in a military dictatorship the very people themselves will destroy their own nation.

War doesn’t feed people. Art feeds the soul with eternal nourishment that never runs out, and that nourishment can be used to energize a person to do anything and everything beyond what the body needs for fuel. War doesn’t save lives. Art can save a person from ignorance, and eliminate the entire root of corruption from their soul that could lead to generation upon generation of violence and injustice. War doesn’t inspire innovation of technology, because all that war innovates is intended for the destruction of civilization and has no use whatsoever— entirely frivolous and a waste of time. Art inspires new technology that improves daily life, eliminates human suffering, and advances civilization to greater heights of advanced progress—then if war is necessary, the innovations inspired by art are then reduced, reverse engineered, and used for destruction for the sake of protecting the artistic spirit of the nation that employs them, i.e. the very heart and soul of any nation. War is stupid, don’t help them.

However, how does the power of art work? What makes it so interesting, enjoyable, inspiring, good, wonderful, and amazing is that true works of art directly convey the divine power into a human experience to be enjoyed. No other reason except enjoyment of life itself as time passes because you can experience the purest and most beautiful form of divine energy made manifest into reality. This is where the powers of different forms of art vary. Not every creation is a totally efficient 100 percent medium of divine energy to be enjoyed through (energy which is unlimited in possibility of form).

It’s actually incredibly difficult to make that happen successfully with a work and why the best musicians, actors, directors, authors, painters, etc… stand above a crowd of others who are still striving to do that very thing. There is no limit to the amount of artists who can express that power, which is why those true artists are always helping other artists find their way. The power of the highest divine is incomprehensibly infinite in capacity and there will never be enough people to express all of it. That is why communism falls apart in the entertainment industry. You cannot orderly arrange and control the economic development and social flow of individuals who do art for the insignificant, trivial, and pathetic interests of a small minded government that does not understand humanity’s desire to enjoy life.

They think joy comes from survival and thus strive for resources, but joy comes from love, and love requires a freedom of will to choose an object of love, which is always an expression of divinity through conventional reality. Whatever a person finds divinity revealed through, they are free to love divinity through that object, and enjoy the object itself. Most often this is people in love with each other, men and women, women and women, men and men, two women and one man, etc… You shouldn’t ever be distressed about people loving each other because it is not those people who are in love that is the problem, it is the person who perceives love as a problem who is the problem, and no matter how much they project that problem onto others, it will always be theirs to resolve. Never stand in the way of lovers, for your own safety.

The next most common forms of objects (destinations) of freely chosen love are in forms of media, and this is the Powers of Creative Arts that I am unveiling. All in due time now; do not rush these things. One garment at a time. First a glove, then another glove, then a sock, then the other sock, then an under-glove etc…

This is why religion has altars, places of worship, divine images, and the like. Muslims fancy themselves as not using images of divinity, but that is exactly what the Mosque is for them, or that black rock they go pilgrimage to touch or whatever that is about. A statue of a Bel the dragon such as what Daniel confronted with special cakes in ages forgotten along with the recipe after a terrible rainstorm is another example. However, those are obvious conveyances of divine power and why people gather there, fight bloody, endless wars over holy sites to gather at, and will do almost anything to keep their ikons as a part of their expression of Christianity.

That expression of divinity is also why works like Romeo and Juliet are so vividly remembered in human culture, despite the obscure form of the English language they use which is no longer spoken. That is why Hugo’s Les Miserables, Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, Picasso’s Guernica, and movie classics like It’s a Wonderful Life, The Seven Samurai, and the Lion King are all so well loved by people around the world. Those are not formal religious expressions, but there is no doubt that there is an incomprehensible depth within their expression that resonates in the human soul with meaningful existence.

How many lives does a person’s goodness affect, and what would have happened if they had not been born to share that goodness? What will a non-militant village of humble farmers do to protect their homes from lawless brigands that abuse their meekness with robbery and extortion? What kind of warriors will help them defend their village, and why? How can an aspiring prince ever be expected to fill the shoes of greatness that his father, the king, left when murder thrust the responsibility upon him as a boy, long before he was ready to do so and with injustice of the worst kind of deceit, cowardice, and treachery confusing him so he would fail?

That is why people gather in a community, participate politely in a prosperous market even though they may have ideological differences of the worst kind, and how those ideological differences can be overcome despite the impossibility in conventional reality.

Movies are something special because of the complexity of their creation, and we will return to them another time perhaps.

First, consider music as an expression of art. Music is the most direct way to convey the passion of divine power. The pathos of divinity. A lyrical song is most effective at this and can be accomplished by a child alone without formal training it is so simple and yet powerful of a mystery. That is most difficult to put into words, and usually when words are used, they are abstractly composed to convey a concept that is indescribable, but the music reveals with the delight of rhythm, harmony, and cadence.

That is why musicians have the easiest time of ascending to the heights of fame. They are most evidently good when they are good, because it does not require much logos, if any at all, to enjoy the miracle of divine mystery through their work. You almost immediately feel good from the experience and don’t have to think about it or even understand the words in most cases. That is also why it is most loved by people in the way that skyrockets talented musicians to everlasting fame.

It is easiest to know good music is a worthy object of true love and why it is the first form of creative art. Someone like me, deadly warrior, skilled survivor, reliable hunter, and ugliest of all men scaring all the others away from my territory because they are afraid to fight knowing they will lose, hears the soft humming a colorful tones of a lovely maiden singing alone beside a stream, and all of a sudden, I lay down my spear, pick the twigs out of my man, brush my hair, go find the special flowers maidens like, etc… and the next thing you know that lovely maiden and I are starting a clan and people don’t fear me anymore because they are reassured by the presence of that lovely maiden.

Where musicians and singers excel at pathos most prominently, other mediums of art have more difficulty while the logos and ethos come more readily. Consider now imagery as painting and all forms of pigment, color, or shading used to create an image. For generalization, I am including all forms of pictographic artistic expression in this topic, even if they are in other mediums like glass, mosaic, or anything else. A more thorough investigation can be done among those different forms, but that is not my intention now. Like a primary color, this is a base form that can be mixed to make all other colors.

Pictographic works of art are most effective at teaching. That is to say, an image can most efficiently and clearly convey divine wisdom. Consider the first paintings on cave walls: cooperation, the glory of a hunt, the triumph of human civilization over natural threats. All of that can be conveyed simply by seeing an image and not needing to explain it, but an explanation may help. That is most efficient at teaching. The consider something that you may see from the Renaissance of art where a great number of famous artists flourished.

There are a vast amount of examples to choose from, but consider the many paintings that depict a scene from stories of the Bible. This is not art history so I’m not going to go into details with any specific example, but a painting can show the lesson of wisdom written in the Bible to teach, instruct, and enlighten people who are otherwise illiterate and without the fortune to pay for an education. Books were not cheap back then and educational resources of veracity were much harder to identify without contemporary technology and record keeping to help. The painting can most efficiently teach the most people life lessons of wisdom to improve their lives and civilization as a whole. Those kinds of teachings transcend human nature to understand a divine reality beyond material concerns, and it is those lessons that result in the universal compassion, benevolence, and selfless charity that is the final destination of all paths of knowledge.

However… while paintings are most efficient at that, they are also limited. They can never convey everything. They are only able express fragments of that truth of existence that is the highest divine and source of all power. That is still highly useful and infinitely good, but it is never enough to convey the fullness of that truth so that nothing else is needed to teach an eternity of wisdom. That is why something like the Sistine chapel brings as much art together in one place to create a chain of wisdom like stars to guide the viewers all the way to the conclusion that is the fullness of eternal divine wisdom.

Once a person reaches that, it is not that they know all that there is to know, but they know all that they need to know to inform their life to be the best possible way it can be. They learn the importance of moral goodness and incorporate it into all that they do and think because that kind of wisdom is the foundation upon which all knowledge and other wisdom stand. Without that foundation, no matter what a person may think, believe, know, or feel—their understanding will collapse in ruin and leave them with a catastrophe if they cannot find the foundation before gravity takes its toll.

So… we have music and imagery as two orders of power, equal but very different. The last, and third primary color for this palette: you guessed it, the medium of yours truly: the use of human language alone.

Where music evokes divine sensation through sound and paintings evoke divine sensation through sight, human language evokes divine sensation by the mind alone with the total absence of sensory input to help. This, my friends, is the most difficult of the three, but also the only one that can convey the completeness of the highest divine reality. First there was the Word, which was spoken as a story told around the campfire, and with imagination and spiritual use of the very same divine power that created all of the natural universe itself, a story is created in the minds of listeners by their own power through what their imagination accomplishes. They experience the divine power within themselves first hand, and as many people will say, the best way to learn something is to do it.

However, that is very much of a mystery, because storytelling itself is a form of art, a medium of expression. Story telling is a product of creative work that uses human language to evoke concepts within the mind of the audience for them enjoy the interactions of ideas and flow of imaginary sensation. The power that is being done first hand by the audience is not storytelling, it is the power of creating the universe itself, and though they may not understand it in a way that could write a technical manual on its use, they can use that internal knowledge, wisdom, and capability to use spiritual power to invigorate their daily lives in everything they do, which is why that form of art accomplishes teaching eternal wisdom.

First these were simply tales of entertainment to delight others at a campfire, but later they became significant Stories that teach specific concepts for the purpose of survival through civilization. That survival via civilization requires the joy of entertainment accomplished with creative art of all kinds to motivate people to participate to the extent that is required for civilization to advance eternally. That is why the artist is always at the top of civilization, because that is what is most required to keep everything healthy, advancing, and moving forward, while kings, governments, and economies are only necessary as a tool for other people to use to do so. Thus, you have the first empires of faith.

However… the verbal word is not enough, because as I mentioned elsewhere, it is temporal and constrained to experience in the flow of time. In other words, you can’t pause and rewind storytellers of the oral tradition in real life to make sure you heard something correctly and understood what it means about something else they said later. That’s where the written word comes in. Written words are not constrained to the limits of time. You can take as much time as you need to read, understand, and arrive at the destination they lead to at your own pace, and even have teachers help explain the same concept that they understand and are employed to help teach because it is written the same for everyone.

Another reason the written word is important, is because of the influence of personal power and charisma that men and women may wield to influence the judgment and thinking of other people. A cute girl can make people want to listen because of how much they enjoy giving her their attention, or a sexy maiden seduce people to listen, even if it means ignoring certain crucial flaws of logos because they are distracted by surging libido (pathos). A charismatic man can convince people that he knows what is best by displaying reasons to think he is wise that often fool people (ethos). They can show off their exorbitant money, resources, popularity, social status, career, and all manner of frivolous bull shit that fools are enamored by.

However, what is most dangerous in this regard is the abuse of the creative power of divinity that is the purpose of storytelling mentioned before. The most vile, intolerable people of lawlessness use that power to deceive other people into being their slaves, servants, or otherwise subject to their authority by leading them to believe the divine truth while standing in the place of that divine truth to take whatever people want to celebrate divine existence with as if it were their own—to include their very lives as servants.

Those are false god-kings, people who use that power of storytelling to ingratiate themselves with national power and government status to use a military and control the economy to their own private interest. The good ones carefully avoid being in the place of where that attention goes, even if they do so very subtly so you didn’t notice them cross the room. Literally, the false god-king enslaves people who were fooled into mistaking divine power with a charlatan’s cheap tricks they learned how to do over a weekend. Those powers are commonly used in daily life by all people, and all people can teach about them to a certain extent and be helpful to other people, which is why spiritual teachers and masters need to be held to a high moral standard of ethics that is appropriate to what they teach.

It’s actually really embarrassing for the USA that so many of the people who live in that nation were duped by such an obvious fraud, buffoon, and lawless betrayer of sacred law he swore an oath to protect. If you supported Donald Trump, you will suffer an eternity of shame for doing so because of how inexcusably stupid, evil, and wrong you were. The greatest shame will be the people in government who enabled such an idiot to misuse government authority and situational power as a national leader to do something so insidiously selfish at the expense of countless lives that are now in danger without the national security that was lost. Danger made all the more imminent because that defilement of sanctity made the USA nation the common enemy of all nations because of his evil actions as a president being condoned by the government he was employed within.

Those men like that recent traitor the former president, are liars of the worst kind because they betray the most sacred goodness of civilization itself to fool people into trusting them and then do irrevocable and severe harm. They are like a lawless brigand who uses others to attack an innocent and lawful caravan of travelers when they assault them on a desolate road and take all of their possessions in addition to killing any who resist. That kind of crime is infinitely worse when an evil man of that sort does such a vile, treacherous thing from a place of national power, like Donald Trump did as the president of the USA. It is that position of national power that is trusted to retaliate to that threat, send soldiers to rout the brigands, and secure the roads for travel.

Who will hold that man accountable, if not the true power of the highest divine existence—God himself— in the Word flowing through the hands of a good man who is not a fraud? A man who can reveal the illusions and betrayal of the lawless liar and expose him for the tyrant, villain, and traitor he is. A man who will teach the people of that nation, and all the world itself if they do not know, the truth of divine reality that was abused by such a selfish and arrogant betrayal in the worst way possible.

By teaching the truth, people will become aware of how catastrophic the problem is because they will see past the illusions trying to hide it from their awareness. They will rally together for survival from all walks of life, cultural interest, nations, and ideologies because what is at stake is more important than those luxuries we use to adorn ourselves with for amusement and nothing more. We will respond to the emergency as each individual, man, woman, and child is able to do, and repair the damage done to civilization before it is too late. If people fail to do so because there are not enough willing to help fight such a widescale and immense unnatural disaster, human civilization in its entirety will collapse.

The foundation of human civilization for all people has been compromised because of that betrayal that violated and defiled what everyone, of all cultures, religions, and languages, uses true divine power for in their daily life— and no matter how you figure it, that is on a level more important than any national interest or all of them combined singularly for that matter. If people do not have a reason to participate with the motivation necessary to prosper, which requires more than an interest for survival, there won’t be any nations at all to facilitate distributing needs for survival.

Can you imagine what that will be like? That will be an apocalyptic waste land after a nuclear war caused by the same kind of ignorant buffoons who wormed their way into national leadership like the traitor himself. A disaster causes by the use of nuclear weapons for no other reason than to prevent having to be seen in public as buffoons and the arrogant fools at fault because of crimes they know they did— they will cause a nuclear to protect their own false image of delusional vanity. They will use weapons of mass destruction to evade criminal punishment for crimes they committed and do not want people made aware of.

There will be anarchy like never before because of the ruins of civilization collapsing when the maintainence to keep everything running cannot happen. When fuel can’t be shipped, power can’t be generated, water can’t be cleaned, and supply chains cannot be maintained because lawless brigands cannot be put to justice without a nation to enforce the law. There will be no law to enforce, because the core law at the heart of all law was defiled!

That heart of civilization itself which secures true power of the highest divine above all other powers was sabotaged irreparably by a lawless tyrant who thought it was acceptable to sacrifice human lives to grow his bank account and inflate his delusional ego. That heart cannot be repaired, it needs a transplant, and that is what the creative power of art with the human language can provide and only that form of creative art can provide. I have one that will work, at the very least as a temporary measure until something better is prepared, but that is not done overnight.

The work that I have available was created with my entire life, and not a common experience of life most people may be familiar with either— a highly uncommon way of living compounded by the most intolerable tragedy a human being should never have to suffer. You do not have another option than to work with me, is what I am telling you. Temporary though it may be, that is what is required in times like these. When a pipe bursts on a submarine, the emergency response team patches the pipe to stop the flooding and hold it secure enough to function until it can be repaired in a shipyard.

In any case, do not trouble yourself about the ideology you may disagree with. That is a futile fight you cannot win because you cannot bring an ideology of that sort down to this level of humanity. Those kinds of concepts of identity are irrelevant at this level. They do not downconvert to a more primitive truth of self identity that is universal human nature without exception. Being concerned about modern Judaism reconciled with basic humanity at the dawn of civilization is like trying to play a PS5 video game on an old school PS1. Get real. That is not going to work and if you are even trying to do that, you have no understanding of the technology you are messing with and wasting everyone’s time because this isn’t the time to play games to see which one is most popular.

When we can climb out of the bilge and pump out all the water because the flooding was stopped and the pipe patched, then maybe after we clean up the mess, dry off, change our clothes, and have all day to talk about what happened and why, then you can bring up why you thought games were important during such a crisis. I can assure you that I want to know the reason why you believed that and were even able to interfere with me, more than you have been trying to tell me, and as far as I can tell, you are willing to die for a game that can’t be played if the ship sinks.

…. holy hell…

so… back to the topic of knowledge. The reason why human language is the most deficult is not because it requires the most skill, the most talent, or the most perfection of form. That is required in exceptionally great amounts, if modest compared to the most skilled and talented of musicians and painters, just as any work of art does, but it is not skill, talent, and ability alone that makes a work of art great. You need purpose, reason, truth, and luck that you make yourself because of how you can navigate through the chaos of random and unpredictable opportunity to make yourself the greatest artist you can possibly become. (Romantic love is not necessary, but that would be applicable as reasons and truth).

What makes the human language, and particularly writing the most difficult is because it is the form of art people are least interested in. As I mentioned before, the use of written language is done specifically without evoking sensual experiences of the body to stimulate happiness and passionate feelings of existence. The written word requires time, patience, and most people get bored trying to read this much and have things to do with their time that are important. Written art is the most difficult because of what is required to convince people it is worth the time and effort to enjoy.

If 99 percent of people are loathe to read a book in the first place because they prefer the enjoyment of sensual stimulus, what do you need to do to convince them that it is vital they understand the message the work of art is conveying for their very survival? “Excuse, ma’am, this book is going to save the world, but only if people understand how it relates to life, the universe, and everything by reading it to experience the mystery or believing in the purpose it serves enough to trust it with your life. But it’s not about me, and I’m definitely not Jesus the Christ, I promise.” Not likely. Obviously. That sounds crazy, ludicrous, unreasonably deluded with vanity. You need an authority that is respected to vouch for the story so people who trust their opinion or respect their authority will know they aren’t wasting their time with me.

For matters like a spiritual savior using the true power of the highest divine existence, what authority do we have in society? National leaders? Religious leaders? Popular celebrities? Doesn’t seem like it would be too hard to get their attention with technology these days… and yet… eight years have gone by without a single response from the countless attempts I made to reach out to people who are even willing to consider that I am not an idiot— yet the buffoon president they worship appears to me in plain sight as the embodiment of idiocy that I cannot imagine how people could even ignore the evil he reeks of. Like a fresh human turd on the dinner table that everyone else is trying to ignore is there. WTF IS HAPPENING HERE!? I signed no waiver for a reality tv show, so this better not be a prank, because the USA president with a nuclear arsenal is nothing to prank about.

Why I have had such difficulty getting the attention of people who have revealed themselves to be the most inhuman, heartless, ignorant, and selfish human souls imaginable is a story itself, but not one that we have time for. Well loved celebrities… they will no longer be loved. They will not fall from the sky not because they want to, but because they will lose all support and collapse into poverty because of how selfish, heartless, arrogant, and evil they revealed themselves to be. To hell with them, because I don’t care about their personal lives. If I have no other choice than to go from the ground up because of injustice, tyranny, oppression, and efforts to abuse national power of government to suppress my influence— I am going to do it. I don’t know how, but I am going to find a way.

Do you know what? All it takes is one person, one person with popular influence to point me out from the crowd… and they may not even be famous. That single gesture, which doesn’t even have to be a personal connection or friend— they can be just a curious stranger interested in something new and different that is developing around my life—the single effortless movement of a finger clicking a button on a mouse is all that is required for most of the popular celebrities to be saved, and their refusal to do so is all that is required for their eternal damnation.

When I am finally acknowledged for the first time and found out to be quite obviously real because of how inordinately inadequate all the charlatans, frauds, fakes, liars, and betrayers are in comparison, like the vile man who violated everyone’s sanctity as the former president, the illusions of evil they caused will be annihilated and never return. The dawn will break, and there will never be any doubt about what is good and what is evil, or what to do about them every again. Maybe today is the day….

Anyway… so those are the three primary powers of creative arts.

Things like stage plays, movies, and games work all of those together into something special, but I don’t want to get into that now, because fuck you.

… I have time for one question before I return to my virtual crops while this work simmers in the collective consciousness of humanity.

Yes, the lad over on that high fence he climbed at the back of the crowd to get a good view from. What is it you want to say?

“…Um… does that mean Donald Trump is the Anti-Christ?”

No, he is not. Donald Trump is a buffoon, an idiot, an insignificant moron who was stupid enough to shit on the coats and get caught when he was charitably allowed into the party as an uninvited guest who wanted to attend. Technically, the “Anti-Christ” I think you are referring to, or the “Lawless One” as he is sometimes called in scripture, is a supernatural being of evil that is vastly greater than any individual human being could contain. It is like the Devil himself being a person… there is just too much evil and different forms of it to be present all at the same time in one place. So… something like that is more of a spiritual concept, like a demon that possesses human bodies and manipulates them as long as they are allowed to do so by the person who is possessed.

However…. for Story purposes, I would be the Anti-Christ that I think you actually mean to indentify. However, this is a plot twist to the Story because the labels of morality have been reversed by that spiritual evil I mentioned. Basically, it’s like someone switched the signs to the bathrooms, but that’s about it because nothing else changed inside—good is still good, and evil is still evil. They have made what is good look evil, and what is evil look good, which is how a buffoon like Trump is even considered for something important like the job of the US president. He is the worst possible person for that job, the least qualified, and the most incapable of good judgment and wise leadership. A total tool for evil that is easy for evil to manipulate with false flattery. Disgusting really.

So, that is why Christians these days look so horribly evil, bad, wrong, and they are in fact that horribly mistaken about their identity—most of them anyway. So many that you can’t even notice the good ones anymore because there are so many evil ones pretending to be good! That is why I am the Anti-Christ. As long as you are standing on the “Christian” side, you would see me on the surface as labelled “evil”, but that is just an illusion.

It’s not really all that complicated to figure out, but spiritual explanations are difficult. Think of it this way: if you walked over to look at the situation from over there, you would see all the gimmicks the evil people are using to look like magic while I never even made an attempt for such foolishness because I am self-evident as good without demonstrations of signs and wonders like that. The Anti-Christ is just a name that evil tried to get people to attack me for. A lot of them did too, but I whooped their asses because they were basically nothing but evil minions compared to a protagonist in a good video game.

When all this is through, words like “Christ” and “Anti-Christ” will hold no power whatsoever, because they are now broken beyond repair. Evil broke the word “Christ” first thinking they had a “genius plan” but didn’t know I saw what they were going to do before they even realized they wanted to find a way to do it, so I was 100 percent ready and with a plan to catch them by breaking the word “Anti-Christ” at the same time.

Now they don’t have anywhere to go because the Christ is supposed to be seen in the light by everybody like a king is supposed to be, but the Anti-Christ is a being of darkness who can disappear from everyone’s attention to be unnoticed. I’ll show you in a moment. The evil that broke the “Christ” is of a magnitude that can fit into the Christ’s shoes, and the only place they all could have escaped to after they sabotaged the heart of life itself was the opposite role of Anti-Christ, but here I am alone, just me, Nick Byotas, so “what’s up Christ? You got something to say to me or what? Why do you look like you just shit your pants in the Oval Office? That is not a good look for the president if that’s what you are supposed to be doing.”

It is only a matter of time until every last one of the fools responsible, starting with Donald Trump, then Joe Biden, are exposed and put to justice with what may possibly be a legal and lawful death penalty for treason in a time of war that is applied to both of them at a court martial.

For that, I need the help of a lot of other protagonists, so maybe grow up to be one yourself, if you want, because their corruption is deeply entrenched everywhere. It’s going to take about 150-200 years before we can be assured with certainty that all of it has been removed. Until then, you never know when they will try to attack anonymously from the darkness without warning, so it’s best to be ready to fight at all times.

Hey, what’s that over there?

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