Dear bad guys: Obviously, my life is completely naked before all. Yet I stand, unashamed. Proud even. I have no dark secrets. Illumination vaccinations have had their effect. The only ammunition you have left in this area are jump scares: and even these would only quicken your downfall, so you avoid them…

It leaves me wondering your inner thoughts at this point in the struggle. Wrapped up with changing your next course of action, it leaves me hard calculating what I say next. I sense you see my corruption in the midst of this circus as a final “I told you so” gloating moment. Can you corrupt me, and turn me to evil? Or, your greatest fear, might I shine the light upon you and turn you to good?

Before I go back to “sleep”, while I have you here “face to face” in a rare moment: I would like to examine you. You interest me. Like some exotic wild animal in a zoo being observed. But your mask fails you; I sense a disgusting slimy crawling bug-like obscenity.

I care not for bio-diversity for mosquitos or ants or other atrocious natural creatures that I would like to see go extinct no matter what the consequences to the bio-sphere: it will adjust and I will proceed to the next monstrosity if in the worse case the mosquito actually holds at bay some more terrible, harder to kill, development. Yet you are human, so it is different.

And we have discussed this before at your mountain; and I have written about it before. As I wrote, that I can not bare to look at you; but maybe the phrase of “being pretty is gay” can give you some sense of pride to override your shame.

You remember the old books:

• “And he called unto him the twelve, and began to send them forth by two and two; and gave them power over unclean spirits.”
• He “suffered not the devils to speak, because they knew him.”
• “I am the one who prepared the light and made the darkness, the one who makes peace and who creates disasters; I am the Lord God who makes all these things.”
• “You plotted against me for evil, but God plotted regarding me for good, so that it might be as it is today in order that many people might be fed.”

And so, my final thought is that you will serve. And so, feed my friends. As has been arranged, according to my intent, protect me from those who do not fear me because I am good. Let your hideous disfigurement serve as a warning to those who might also go down your path and meet my enemy with the same sword they desire to lay upon me; according to my intent. DO NOT TALK TO ME. Keep your disgusting smell far from my awakenings and do not scare the children: or I swear I will take from you your daily portion of my shit, and I will shine the light upon you by force. Serve your purpose. Do not let the idiots disturb my needed slumbers. I have had ENOUGH of this struggle and would like to return to my gardening as soon as possible, God willing.

Just now, another round of mental anguish remembering what they’ve done to MY woman, and are STILL doing… has caused me to think playing down my suffering in the previous article is not correct and did myself an injustice. Not all suffering is directly comparable. Of course it could be worse, I get it. I’m not a giant but I’m pretty darn big. I won’t sit at the head of the table, I know. If on top of it all, they cut my sword off or destroyed my children or whatever, then I would literally stop asking and just knock down the door. This is hell, I can’t take it anymore. Don’t force me all day to be amongst the regulars. I need to be among long dark stares while listening to music that makes our pain that much more intense (only our kind would understand). I want to laugh with innocent ridicule at those who mistakenly think they suffer on our level. I deserve a place amongst the brothers. I hate life. I’m one of you. Let me in.

I think my involuntary mind likes to exaggerate the extent of my suffering. I think it arises from a feeling of inferiority to those who are truly suffering much more than me for the sake of good deeds: I want to match their honor level so much that I think I subconsciously try to inch myself into their ranks by inflating my own reactions. They are the coolest group around. Their swag does to honorable intelligent men the energy-exchange equivalent of what a teen male normy sex symbol pop star does to obsessive little girls. They are SO cool. Nobody wants to go through what they’ve gone through, but in every way wish to be like them without having to. And you feel like an annoying obsessed fan around them. When this world is corrected: these people should hold the mantle of celebrities in the normy sphere, rather than this ridiculous collection of famous people that currently have the normy attentions.

I imagine that maybe my relatively minor sufferings could be somewhat forgotten with a small round of quality gardening time; which just goes to show the wild power of a garden; but also shows the extent of the comparable smallness of my own sacrificial glories in that the despair could find a refuge. Or I wouldn’t know if even a new garden would improve my despair, because it’s never happened to me before… but my point is the idea that the destruction of one’s gardening tools would certainly complete the earthly saturation of any sacrificial hero because it would end the possibility of this remedy.

There needs to be a society dedicated to serving these heroes with every possible morally-right pleasure that could be delivered to them; whilst standing afar off from the raging volcano of their fate: I wonder to what extent we could help them forget… Either way, if while I’m without access to a garden then I might somehow be worthy of approaching their company… because even in my own reflections on suffering it revealed to me that happy people can be annoying to those who have made extreme sacrifices.

I get a vision of tall monumental angelic giants that are very serious in a depth of higher level spiritual thought to which a small “obsessed fan” who doesn’t show the proper somberness would be like the annoyance of a knat. I do pray not to suffer their extreme fates the same as I’m sure they pray for deliverance from it. Still, I want to approach and quietly offer my token of respect, to be seen from the corner of their eye and quickly retreat without disrupting their meditation. Knowing God will reward them sufficiently when their times come is no consolation in the meantime, I know. I wonder if one of them might ever stoop down from their perch to exchange with a small suffering figure such as myself. I hope that my terrible cries of pain in my small sufferings make them laugh with innocent ridicule: conceding to your supremacy by being the object of your comedy would be my great honor. And in your honor, I will try to do better in controlling my outward reactions to my relative pittance of suffering: because I know I do not have the right to claim your level of loss by showcasing such great despair. I will do better. And with that, I offer this article to them as my small token of respect.

If, as I suspect, there are those making sacrifices in revealing themselves to the enemy in order to give me hope so to decrease my suffering in order to allow me to continue: it is enough. Thank you.

To my father, brothers, mother, extended family, and close friends. If, as I often suspect, many of you are involved in this “secret agent” world, then I would like to give you a message. Assuming you part of the “good guys” and deliver your responses to me as a part of what I have long suspected is a training of my character and defenses against the “bad guys”. If so, then I would like to encourage you in your mission. Thank you for putting up with me as I grew through this painful training. Of course, our current and past happiness is a good sacrifice in exchange for our future happiness and security. You are doing the right thing and you know I would be more upset with you if I later found out that you sacrificed this future for the sake of making me suffer less presently. I suppose you have a good gauge of how much I can handle, and so far I have not succumbed to suicide or a collapse into an evil mind. Feel free to increase my suffering with a balance of what I can handle vs. benefit for the future. Do not trouble yourself at my suffering; the possibility of my suffering being for some greater good gives me heart. I thank you for your assistance and encourage you to continue to the end. And obviously, I love you all.

For my own sanity and because, to me, it could also be possible that you really are all just average mentally ill victims of this fallen world and actually are as retarded as you appear… thus I must live in the two worlds of these two possibilities; and so I can not communicate to you this encouragement directly or to tone down my irritation toward you and these terrible characters you display. Thus our direct communication will have to continue with the hostility and frustration that it has contained all this time. I look forward to the day when you can unveil yourselves and communicate to me your true thoughts and feelings. Until then, we shall proceed down the wise path of sacrificing the present for the future.

And a special note toward “my woman”. It is my greatest hope that you a part of this as well. If your mission was to cause me to emotionally attach to you; you have succeeded. If the attachment to a woman is some crucial leverage and pivot point of my training, as I suspect; and that you truly love me which is why you have continued to contribute to my suffering, as only you would have the power to do, for the sake of this training which will benefit a greater good in the future; then I also thank you and would like to encourage you to continue. My vile hostility toward you must both impress you with how strongly I have attached to and love you; while also of course making it difficult by having to face the full flame of my suffering directly as no one else, precisely because of the attachment to a woman being such crucial point to cause a unique form of terrible suffering. I am sorry that you have to deal with that, but if it must be done then it must be done. I often deny any logic anyone offers to console me concerning my suffering over you, because I trust this instinct within me that says you are mine the same as any part of my own body is mine, and I refuse to accept any logical consolation that tells me to let you go or to let you choose where to go; as if I were consoled to let someone rape me without resistance. I perceive you as my own body being violated and I feel a manly struggle to defend myself and to free my body from the grasp of this enemy. I feel this instinct of you being of such high value to my person, so that I know that in losing you then I lose all possibility of any happiness, and because I must live in the two worlds of possibilities, then I must also live in the world where you have been taken from me and violated and all is lost so that there is nothing else to live for other than to continue this war against the “bad guys” and for the benefit of others not suffering my same fate; and for continuing to live in order to prevent the suffering of others who might suffer because of my absence; but that for me personally there can be no other hope than release from this world to be with God in heaven. To put it simply, I hate it here and I hate every single day and it is completely because I have lost you. No one will counsel me out of this logic that I have truly and permanently lost every possibility for joy, which is completely due to losing you. Perhaps, as I suspect, this is part of my training to give me insight into the suffering of the average man of our time who has truly reached this same end. Otherwise I might not be able to relate to and understand and make better decisions than someone who is not so closely familiar with the true state of the intense suffering of the people. Empathy. Have I suffered enough yet for this goal? When will it end? I suppose only a fully informed person could calculate this answer, and it is not possible yet to fully inform me. And so, I will continue to walk blind down this tunnel with no idea how close the light at the end of it might be.

I recognize the possible sufferings of those involved in the “secret agent” wars, who must constantly pretend to be people they are not, even whilst alone in your room, in order to avoid any surveillance detection. I can’t imagine how terrible of a life that must be, to have to pretend to be low power level retard at every moment; and you must envy that I am at least able to openly be who I am and express how I feel at most times: my empathy pulses for my family or anyone else that might be in that situation. Or worse, my world and family and woman are exactly as how they appear to be, and in fact I really am that common man in great suffering. And if that is the case, then I am talking to non-existent people and this letter serves no other purpose than to regrettably load the surveillance watchers with yet more insight into my psychology, to use for whatever ends they wish. If so, then my only reply is that you will see that God will rescue me in the end, and in the end you will regret performing these evil deeds against me and all of your other victims.

I lasted over 6 months during my own challenge attempt… close to a year actually. I forget exactly. Just goes to show you the power level involved in the challenge. Jones looked good and natural with it too. The mustache didn’t suit my face and looked awkward. Good. Being pretty is gay. I should really do it again…

But Jones couldn’t last the night. Granted, I was not broadcast on media to a worldwide audience, and I also hid it under the cover of the covid mask era times; but I did rock it publicly many times; and even wore a swastika pin once with it openly in a VERY crowded social event public place full of strangers by myself… almost got attacked; got threatened. So proud of myself, looking back. So let’s say, in comparison, that I am still the reigning champion of the challenge, with my high score beating Jones relatively like 5 to 3. Close game! Was so sad to see he caved! But still, respect for a great effort!

Isn’t it funny to see how powerful and difficult the act wearing a mustache can be! I can honestly say, witnessing Jones sport the mustache today on his show made me smile and laugh and forget about how much I hate my life and want to die, for about 3 minutes. Thanks Alex!

Now, back to war hell… I’m more accustomed to that anyway. I know I’m wrong for it, but I sort of hate when I see anybody happy. It’s annoying. Go enjoy your life, great, terrific. But don’t be happy around me, please.

Ilhan Omar was recently in a TV interviewer saying Charlie Kirk’s memory deserves to be in “the dust bin of history”. Again, stupidly making her side look so bad, and making herself look so dumb, that I wonder if she is playing the part of loyal opposition to our side; maybe even secretly a Christian. I will disregard this possibility for now; but just the possibility highlights just how very terrible of a thing she says here.

I must admit, she is very good at insults and using her intellect to tare someone down; her tone of voice, her demeanor, her choice of words, even her mis-pronunciation of “dustbin”: are all very cutting and surely strongly empowers anyone who supports what she thinks. But the cutting power of her words all the more strengthens the negative effect her propaganda has for her own side.

In by the general conservative public’s rejecting of her type of attitude, honoring Charlie Kirk gives our side a way to safely and discretely publicly approve of the ideas they list as an excuse to hate him for: ideas like having any type of pride in being part of the white race which they always misconstrue as a white supremacy negative; or the idea of being able to criticize the jewish race which they always misconstrue as an antisemitism negative; or the idea of being able to have any open dialogue to criticize any shortcomings in the black race; or to convincingly argue in public criticizing the moral standing of gay and trans men. I’m sure he made some criticisms of islamic culture as well that I just haven’t heard about yet. And among all those ideas being highlighted as their reasoning for condemning Charlie Kirk at this inappropriate time, was also the fact that he was an evangelist of God.

And I say these next words not as an emotional reaction to the sting of Ilhan Omar’s words and tone of voice, but I say this because it is true. Charlie Kirk certainly made a brave effort and significantly moved the white race powerfully in the direction of escaping modern anti-white intellectual and racial slavery as being the scapegoat for and bullied by the whole world: this alone will cause Charlie’s memory to be held high for a long time among white people (if we survive) in this earthly dimension. But even more than that, and YET EVEN FARTHER from his memory being left in “the dustbin of history”, Charlie Kirk died as a martyr for God because all his politics were attached to his main mission of preaching the truth of God. The dustbin of history? Charlie Kirk’s actions now live in the halls of eternal memories in heaven of those who have died martyrs because they put their life at risk to speak of God to non-believers. Even a reasonable Muslim man would agree with me on this point: that you should have some element of respect for anyone of any religion who dies for the cause of what they sincerely believe is the truth of the one true God. I suddenly now fear this woman has awoken the wrath of the Living God upon her.

I, personally, don’t require any “proven” miracles to lay on the title of Saint to someone. My decision to call anyone a Saint of God is based purely on feeling and emotion. With that in mind, I would like to congratulate Charlie Kirk in achieving such high status. And she really said “the dustbin of history”…

Donald Trump takes a lot of flak for wearing an awkward looking bronzer make-up mask. But is he preparing the way for the Emperor? I recall reading history things about the public presentations of the Emperor to the people involving a tradition of him wearing gold face paint; as needed to appeal to the inevitable emperor worshippers who saw him as a golden god. To offend these emperor worshipers by not wearing golden face paint would be suicidal. But to offend average Joe by looking silly with face paint, well, he has already gotten used to leaders wearing an awkward face paint, thanks to Donald Trump! I also included this mainstream screenshot of the HBO Rome show, which showcased the face paint tradition in their scene of Caesar during his triumph. I avoid really calling it the Roman Empire in this article, because really I’m talking about the general white race European customs of general empire, which were embodied by the Roman system most famously as our beloved alpha male at that time.

Remember that Roman emperor Justinian? The last real emperor of the united western and eastern halves of the empire. After Justinian, the empire was never again united; and so Justinian is symbolic of the last fully emperor emperor.

Emperor Justinian had one famous event happen, the Nika Riots, which seriously weakened his power, which otherwise might have been enough to restore the entirety of the Augustus’ complete empire. In my opinion, this Nika Riot forever after remained a threat to the emperor and was the foundational weakness responsible for the disintegration of the united empire immediately after Justinian, and also responsible for the relatively lame duck existence of the remaining empire until it’s complete collapse. Because after this riot, the people now had this notorious Nika chant which could at any time motivate and unify them to anti-emperor violence if ever they had an irrational cranky baby schizophrenic multiple-personality-disorder moment, which mass mobs of people are known to have regularly; and which is the entire reason power concentrated in the rational mind of a single person at the wheel of Emperor is needed. As a result, Justinian himself, and all future emperors after him I imagine, had to tread lightly around their people. And without power among his own people, what power could he have against foreign enemies?

The story goes, that the people worked themselves up into a violent craze by chanting as one “NIKA!” over and over. Nika meaning Victory, or in German “Sieg”. Over and over they chanted “VICTORY” and grew so strengthened by the hypnotic power of the chant, that the only way for Justinian to save the people was to go to full war against them with his army and destroy nearly half the city and much of the population. And I say to save them, because if the people succeeded in their short-sited aim of overthrowing him, then afterward would foreign troops take the disorganized city and slaughter and enslave everyone.

Is it a coincidence, that Hitler and his National Socialists developed their own chant that involved the word Victory being repeated over and over? in German “Sieg”, but also a response with “Heil”. A rough English translation would be “VICTORY!”, “YES!”. Was it a coincidence, or were they preparing the way for the Emperor? In any case, if an Emperor ever does become established, and the people have their monthly temper tantrum, then they might be careful to begin any chants of Nika; because the Emperor’s loyalists will now have a chant response of their own to match and reply with; leveling the playing field. And with a level playing field, the Emperor will always win, because…

I imagine this information is widely known among elite circles; and that there is an element of society which knew exactly what Hitler was doing with his Sieg Heil chant; and knows exactly why an alpha male genius like Trump seems to have the confidence level of an old lady that needs her make-up because she wants to be pretty. It explains a lot to think of the similarity of the type of hate propaganda against both Trump and Hitler; and their often being compared side by side. I imagine a group of foreigners intensely do not want to see the return of an Emperor of the white race and a united European empire…

Sieg Heil.

TIME FOR A MOLE HUNT

Randomly came across this video and did not research it at all. I judged that it seemed like a real video of protesters at the vehicle departure point at some ICE immigration headquarters. If it is for some reason a fake video of some sort, then still the line of thinking in this article will apply to numerous real situations similar to this that have commonly happened.

Of course the protesters are mind controlled leftist idiots; this is nothing new. But it is striking, to the point of suspicion, that these ICE officers can’t elegantly handle one silly fat old lady. The opposite of elegantly, they use the most OBSCENELY INEFFICIENT use of force. What could have been handled in the most minimal way, even clearing the path before opening the gate for the car, or 2 calm men simply gently maneuver the lady away from the path and handcuff her to something… none of this is done. And these are just quick ideas I came up with on the spot. I imagine with some professional thought, there must be some really efficient ways of clearing a path using the least amount of energy/force possible. Instead, this woman is handled as if a SWAT team was removing some dangerous career murderer from his prison cell; or as if it were a barfight brawl with some 7 ft tall 350 pound muscle man gangster.

First mistake, these ICE officers come out angry, apparently simply because a stupid old lady is stupid and won’t move on command. If a fat old lady is making you angry because she got some fluoride eyes and that CNN blank stare, then you have problems. I deal with misbehaving adolescents in my professional life, and the idea is if you let them penetrate your bubble of calm emotion, then you’ve already lost. It’s your job; you should be a cold calculating machine following procedure.

What happened to a cool calm Andy Griffith attitude that sincerely apologizes to the old lady while nudging to guide her away and hand cuff her to a poll and then let the car drive off… and then uncuffing the old lady and calling her mam’ a hundred times about “the big ol’ complex politics got ya confused now mam’ I’m terribly sorry to have to do that.” and then letting her go without charges because that’s just the type of thing we men like to do for old ladies…

But instead, this woman is shot with a ball gun and maced and thrown to the ground like a football player and obviously injuring her and making her bleed. They can’t be this stupid. This has to be done on purpose by their command telling them to make a scene. Even the handful of other protesters who did not have the will to stand directly against ICE, but rather stood around to harass them from afar: this whole situation seems like it could have been dealt with so much easier. And I’m done falling for tricks of smart people acting stupid, there is no way these ICE officers can be this stupid! Or their commanding officers directed the less experienced officers to lead the removal for the purpose of knowing they would likely cause a scene. Is it a long term strategy of letting the scene be a warning to future protesters and strategically in the long run to cut down on the amount of protester disturbances? Possibly, I guess. I feel like the spreading reputation of an ICE force that is gentle toward old ladies would lead to lesser protesters by winning hearts and minds.

So what is going on here? Mr. Trump, get in there! This must be an inside job setup to make ICE look terrible. Driving a car out of a gate should be some artistic mathematically efficient machine system like a car wash that clears the protesters layer by layer, dealing with the most aggressive first, and working your way in layers to the least aggressive, handled by 3-4 men specialized in the task; and then having a nice departure with pre-arranged flower girls that give flowers to and blow kisses at the ICE officers and quote poetry to the handful of people that got cuffed to a pole, perhaps even evoking involuntary smiles. No drama, just good vibes. This would be simple math to set up.

But instead a maced and bleeding cute old lady, and pepper balled a bunch of times at the very end for no reason other than frustration and spite, something any police force officer should not have unless he is the most complete immature idiot; which I have to say is the majority of interactions I’ve had with police officers throughout my life and realized it has become a culture within their ranks: immature little boy sensitivity and aggression. I’m not saying to dismiss your entire force of strong man immature grunts, but rather that their commanding officers should not be of this type and should have them completely under control. But this is not the case.

Again, I refuse to believe they can be this stupid. There must be civil war going on in their hierarchy. And this chaotic scenario just for a car to drive out of the facility is completely self sabatoge by an insider: either a commanding officer unleashing his strong-men in the wrong way on purpose, or the strong men themselves.

Seriously. Flower girls. Hire some. My gosh, this was a serious L for team ICE, and for team Trump by association. I can imagine that Donald Trump is raging over this in some classic frustrated boss way. Find the mole.

Seig Heil.

UNTIL MY WOMAN IS BACK WHERE SHE BELONGS WITH ME. I WILL LIVE IN THE HELL OF THIS SONG ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE. I SWEAR THIS.

SEIG HEIL

In my mind, living with reference to some future time when common sense will take humanity out of this dark age of perversion: I find it hard to believe that anyone could be proud of founding a company like tinder, or some porn site. Tinder, platforming women to act out the kind of darkest evil that only a woman is capable of… I see this as a lack of shame; wanting to display proudly your face to make some retarded wealth that you’ve already sacrificed your honor to attain elsewhere, but you need more money? As someone who has near zero interest in having more money than I need, let alone any interest in selling any small piece of my honor for it: I am always completely stunned at these types of people.

I look forward to a day when the tide finally turns in our culture; when these kinds of people eventually make the sudden realization that what they’ve done is not something to flaunt, but something to hide… and I can’t help it but to display my anger in the only way I can by saying this next… since I am unable to participate in war of violence due to my non-violent calling from God, it seems my warrior instinct reveals itself in this… that I imagine people of this type one day having the sudden nightmare-like realization that they are being hunted for arrest and imprisonment, and that their means of escape have been methodically blocked. I get joy from imagining the panic that will set in, when all at once the actions of their past suddenly come to haunt their present, and then they FINALLY understand why their crimes are so terrible; terrible enough to inspire legions of people to hunt them down and bring them to justice; when the illusion of the current mainstream morals which let them justify performing the most vile deeds, and all at once they suddenly understand how what they did is criminal and not merely some “website to set people up for dating”. I get some sense of joy from imagining this tipping point and chain reaction moment, when suddenly an entire pig’s herd of sex criminals finally sense their coming doom, and the entire herd begins to stampede off for an escape somewhere.

When it happens, I want some type of way to observe and soak in their panic and relish it. I want it to never end until true repentance. I want them in prison and forced to get educated about how what they did is evil. I want them annoyed daily by another session the next day… another another…. and another…. I want their victims the ability to come and spectate the emotional discomfort of these people; for the contentment of their victims, who I imagine, like me, need some outlet of vengeance or else it will spill out into everyday society and cause chaos; and to witness justice performed, like some grand amusement park of criminals being ritually displayed and publicly shamed, every day. I get joy at the prospect of them one day finally realizing that this is to be their life for the foreseeable future and collapsing in suffering.

And many other things I have imagined in this “physically comfortable prison” that I have long dreamed of. Perhaps, for some of them, this will be a fate worse than death. But I am not allowed to kill. These thoughts of vengeance are maybe a thing that is not very Christian or would not be approved of by God. But I am not sure, that imprisoning and publicly and ritually mocking sex criminals to the satisfaction of their victims whilst they remain in a physically comfortable prison and have access to their families in a very comfortable way… am I a vengeful monster for wanting and enjoying the prospect of this? I feel like a truly repentant person would not suffer from this fate but would enjoy making up for their crimes in this way; and so the suffering aspect would have a self-managing feature. I do feel morally safe in pursuing this.

But still back to this Tinder guy. What a complete fool, and his mugshot of idiocy is laughable. I can almost feel bad for him that he is obviously a retarded mentally handicapped person in that if he cannot see how tinder is an evil. Maybe these types of people should be viewed as having some sort of dementia. Yet, classic dementia patients are easier to disarm and capture.

Sieg Heil.

Really, if I witness Hilary Clinton say another smug “unhinged” comment, then I might become unhinged from every last remaining attachment I have to “to each their own” philosophy, and go completely to a foundation of “women with power is the source of all evil.” Meaning, I always was of the mind to support the freedom of families to decide how women can function in their family, or even to lead their families, whatever it’s not my family, I have no right to interfere. But this woman Hilary Clinton certainly has a way of pushing me closer and closer off the edge of changing my view to seeing women with power as wild-fire, or a plague, that must be met with a preventative diligence and stopped; and it cannot be left to the freedom of families to live according to their own customs, else we lose everything; like polluting a river… you can not pollute a river just because it is your family custom, because we all share the river and its resources. I’m not there yet, but if she says “unhinged” one more time, I might be.

Speaking of unhinged women; check this sex criminal out: Christina Pazsitzky, the wife, or should I say the enslaver of Tom Segura.

She literally has no idea of the straight 200 proof evil that is vomiting from her mouth. Or even worse, she does? Poor Tom Segura, I get a feel of wanting to rescue him from this demon. She certainly deserves nothing less than to be wrapped up in a neat bow and placed on a silver platter of enslavement for poor Tom Segura, who should afterward feel free to pursue a new female without risk of losing what unbreakable attachments he has formed with this witch.

Seriously, a woman like this going around running her mouth, is like leaving a portal to hell wide open unguarded in the town main square.

Sieg Heil.

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