Need more proof?
These shots ain’t flukes people. They ain’t lies. I don’t want anyone dead. I don’t.
Technically, I am a criminal. It is bull shit. But technically it is true I am a criminal according to the state of Ohio.
So if this bothers you, now you know and you can stay or go.
I do not think of myself as a criminal because I know I did nothing wrong.
I don’t walk around all ashamed because like I say, I know I did nothing wrong.
I truly do forget most of the time.
I tend to only recall when I apply for jobs.
It is all darkly funny to me because it so well illustrates to me how the government hates me for speaking out against them.
It ain’t really funny though because now I have to really watch my ass.
Plus, to many brainwashed Americans, I am considered dangerous.
In reality, police are more dangerous to you than I am.
Honestly, most of the time, I am chill. And also honestly, I am even more so now because I know the state is out to get me. By state, I mean all levels of government pretty much.
Need more proof?
These shots ain’t flukes people. They ain’t lies. I don’t want anyone dead. I don’t.
These shots are not flukes. I can do this at will. I don’t though.
I don’t want to hurt anyone.
I just needed those who are targeting me to know that I won’t be a pushover.
I need them to think twice before they mess with me.
I need you to realize that they are the liars and not me.
They used the unlimited assets of government against me.
I am essentially all alone against monsters.
These same monsters taught me to shoot as a child. They taught me a lot of things. I never forgot either.
A person who physically attacks another is showing no regard for the safety of their victim. As such, there should be no obligation for the victim to worry about killing a person who is attacking them.
The only time a victim should be required to stop their counter attack is if the attacker is obviously stopping said attack.
If there is any doubt whatsoever as to whether the attacker has stopped, the attacker’s life should be considered without value.
Lt. Colonel Allen West said it best, “If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.” Actually, I guess it was John Steinbeck but whatever.
Long live the Queen. :)
I ain’t telling you who it was. You would not believe me anyway. And also, she may not really be crazy like people say. People say all kinds of shit and it is often wrong or a lie. Good luck lady. Good luck. We all have demons. Exorcise yours?
If it ever were to arise, I don’t think I would date a hotter than hell Hollywood actress anyway. I don’t need that kind of attention all the damn time. I got enough people, too many watching me 24/7/365 already.
I have not made it through every season. I didn’t want to put up with all the bull shit. As such, at those moments, I did not deserve a participation trophy.
There is something to be said for making it through the whole (or)deal.
So give those who don’t quit a damn trophy with my blessing.
The deal ordeal….
If a cop tries to take your gun, it is the cop who is breaking the law.
This fact will do you know good in a court of law though.
It won’t. It doesn’t change the fact that cops who take your guns are breaking the law.
What you do about this is up to you.
For me, it ain’t out of some great respect for the law that I don’t pack a gun most times.
It is about playing the odds.
I don’t want to expose myself to unnecessary gun fights with tyrant police and their judges etc.
Truth be told though, if I ever feel threatened enough that I need to pack heat, I will permit or not.
I know going in though too that some damn fool cop may try to take my gun and if they do I will be forced to waste that cop. And as soon as I do, I will have to waste cops until one wastes me.
This is what “law enforcement” means to me.
I don’t go around wasting cops. I don’t call for it.
But it ain’t lost on me that cops work for tyrants and are often tyrants themselves.
If you try to take my gun cop all you will be to me is a tyrant.
Your life at that point will mean nothing to me.
I have to fake it. It ain’t real to me, any of it. So I fake it. I act like there really is good in the world.
It works for thirty three hours a week. Then I return to the real world.
I don’t care about those two lying bitches really. In a way, they did me a favor.
I am not spinning my wheels trying to fit into this God forsaken society anymore.
I mostly just laugh at it and you and me too.
Life really is a sick and twisted joke full of people wanting a fair shake.
It is so funny to me because I am really good with guns and if I was allowed to carry them everywhere, my chances of dying from some attacker go way down. By law, I am supposed to have that right too. But society took it from me. It really is darkly funny to me now.
In all honesty too, now when I think of the dead soldiers in Chattanooga, I just laugh. They joined the armed forces and were gunned down unarmed. It really is funny, armed forces protecting America and Americans. It really is funny.
It is all kind of funny to me now though really. I worry more for you all than me because my life and my take on life sucks.
I am not happy being alive really. It strikes me that most of you are though.
I try to help you stay that way.
Hey, it gives me something do, some purpose in this boring pointless life of mine.
I am too far gone to be saved. I will never love a soul again, not really.
I find people to be fake mostly.
I know I am wrong about that too, but I am too far jaded to change now.
I have seen everyone I ever loved turn on me.
There must be something inherently wrong with me?
Anyway, I am not the monster I am portrayed as.
I just am jaded.
I don’t like people anymore really but I don’t hate them either.
I am just stuck here.
No I am not making fun of them. I am merely reporting their useless defense strategies they developed ad hoc at the moment they needed the guns you denied them.
I mean it is terrible but I watched that reporter get shot. I watched how involved she was in what she was doing. It was all surreal to me. She seemed so intent on that being her life’s work, what she wanted to do. She paid so much attention to it and in the end it literally killed her. It really is darkly funny. Life is sick that way.
For me, the answer is nothing. There is nothing worth my time really. I mean granted I am jaded but still.
There is no greater good. There is no humanity. It is all bull shit.
I mean anymore I am mostly just trying to find even the smallest thing that spares me from boredom.
There is no thing in this world that really means anything to me.
More and more this includes people.
I mean I am not saying I am superior to you.
I am saying that none of us are special. Nothing is special. Life ain’t special. It is boring and pointless.
It really is.
I am so glad I don’t have children.
There is no reason for me to have children other than continuing this species of ours and there is no reason for me to want to do that.
I find humans to be vain pains in the ass.
Why would I want to bring a child into this world? They would have to work and slave for the government. They would have to deal with mean and vicious people.
They would have to do this only to die in the end making the whole series of events making up their lives pointless to begin with.
See herd, cow herd, moo cow herd of American society, the picture shows Dude shooting at 6 am. It shows this. Yet, you still believe he did it at 6:46 am.
You all crack me up. You really do. Moo!
All the proof one needs that we are being lied to about this story is above.
Personally, I am sick of hearing the news of these shootings for a billion reasons.
Number one of which is people die, or at least we are told they do. Honestly I am not even sure that is the truth.
Now, I am going to have to hear over and over and over how Vester Lee Flanagan II lost his damned mind and killed these reporters because they hurt his feelings or some shit.
I am going to have to hear how we need to take guns away from everyone because allegedly Flanagan killed these people.
Well, I am here to tell you Flanagan did not kill anyone.
He was probably dead in the picture above. He looks dead, stiff.
I don’t even know of anyone really was shot. They probably were but if so, Flanagan did not do it.
This is an operation by someone.
I really don’t want to hear anyone talk about it as long as they are spouting the version where Flanagan did it.
HE DID NOT DO IT!
It was not really combat. Combat requires resistance. There was no resistance yesterday. There was only a one way slaughter street with nowhere to run or hide.
You know if those journalists or the interviewee had been with weapon they probably would have killed their attacker. If they had guns, they could have blasted him. If they had knives, they could have cut his heart out. Or his hands off. They could have butchered him. But the state of Virginia like so many other of these United States won’t let you defend your life. They want you to call the cops while you run for your life apparently.
Allegedly Vester Flanagan killed those journalists yesterday. Allegedly he did it to start a race war.
Well, I don’t think he did either thing. I think he was setup as a fall guy.
If he was so mad about the South Carolina Church shootings and had the victims initials on his cartridges, then why did he stop at three? Why didn’t he finish off the other there victim too.
He had the time. He had the means. He just did not seem to have the motive.
They just want us to think he did. Who are they? Well, that is the question.
Are police being militarized? Yes.
Are some police being unfairly targeted? Yes.
I don’t want police being shot. I don’t want police going all shooting up the place either.
I try to see the truth.
What are your two strongest attributes?
God didn’t damage me, people did.
God fixed me.
He fixed me.
It is funny too because the woman thought she sat in judgement of me. I was judging her the whole time too. She failed miserably.
She was dismissed back to her serial killer world and her son.
It is said that we reach points, critical points.
Maybe I am tired of continually sorting out the mess in my mind?
People did this to me. Humans. People did this to me.
This so called humane society has messed with this dog and continues to try to do so.
I should bite them?
Perhaps. It should be solely about me now mostly though.
What I want. What makes me smile.
I am damaged. My mind is damaged.
I am tired of coping.
I am tired of people.
I am tired of all this shit people do.
I am tired mostly of their government, and their flag.
I am tired of trying to process out the good and the bad people.
The people are all the same?
Yes and no.
Yes and no.
Regardless, they are the same in that ain’t any of them like me.
What am I at my core now?
I am better now?
My search for one good person is ongoing.
It likely will never end unless I stop looking. I am virtually assured that there are no truly good people in this world.
Sometimes, when I look back over the course of my life, all I see is damage.
Just now, I realized how truly damaged….
Shit is like a movie.
How about your shit?
Your shit probably stinks.
I bet it does.
Light a match, candle something.
Get that shit out of here.