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Picture me sitting at the Ukraine war room roundtable for the official yearly informal bro-discussion. We have maps and compasses on the table for absolutely no reason other than decoration. They picked up a random Ukrainian dude walking on the street to be there as custom who has no idea how he is suddenly at the famous official informal bro-discussion, widely whispered about in the social underground.

Ukraine soldier and Purple man are staring at each other with soldier intensity. Everyone is quiet. Nobody volunteers to talk first. All is quiet as everyone thinks about what everyone else is thinking…

Purple man says, reading off a piece of paper, “Hear ye, hear ye, I officially call to order the commencement of the seventy-third yearly official informal bro-discussion. Before we proceed to roasting the heck out of each other mercilessly, I would like to open the floor to anyone who would like to say we love each other for the millionth time.”

Silence fills the room.

Ukraine soldier speaks up after some time, “I’ll say it again. I’m Ukraine soldier. What do you think I’m gonna do? Not say it?”

Purple man replies, “Well then, brave Ukraine soldier. If you are so brave to say it, then say it loud and clear so we all can hear you.” There is a hint of dark sarcasm in Purple’s voice.

Ukraine soldier stands up and glares at Purple, calmly saying “You think I’m afraid to say it?”

Purple says, “There is only one way for sure to know that you’re not afraid.”

Ukraine soldier sits down.

Purple shrugs at Ukraine soldier, “See. I told you that you cannot drink the cup I drink. My friend, I will lead by example and show you true courage.”

Ukraine soldier says, “I can say it too if I want. I don’t have to prove myself. I don’t care.”

Purple says, “Does anybody else want to prove they’re not afraid, by saying it, before I embarrass you all by my lack of fear?”

Random dude says, “BRO WHAT THE HECK. I AM NOT AFRAID EITHER. TELL ME WHAT TO SAY AND I’LL SAY IT. WHAT IS IT?”

Purple says to random dude, “Yeah. We are all well aware that you simply say whatever someone tells you to say. Not this time. Now you have to think for yourself.”

Random dude replies, “No way. Not me. I won’t do it. Just put on the television whatever you want me to say. I’m the bravest of them all. I’ll say anything. Anything!”

Ukraine soldier looks at random dude and say, “We know. But the title of bravest belongs to the one who says it and also knows what to say.”

Purple says, “Who wants to have the title of bravest worn as a badge of honor upon their uniform, speak now.”

Korean dude says, “I’ll take that.”

Purple hands him the badge and says, “Okay. Now who wants the title of ugliest?”

In an obviously pretend costume, a scary man walks out and says, “I would have to cut your face off, Purple man, remove it and place it on someone’s uniform, to wear as the badge for the ugliest; if there indeed exists anyone uglier than you. Do you want your face removed?”

Random dude says, “Get this weirdo out of here.”

Scary man walks away silently.

Purple says, “Okay, I’m the ugliest; only because of my face that I would like to keep, and not to be given as an award badge for someone uglier than me, if that were possible.”

Ukraine president turns to Purple and says, “I do not think it is possible bruh…”

Purple says, “Don’t remind me bruh…”

Korean dude says, “I’m the bravest. That’s better than the ugliest.”

Ukraine soldier says, “Do you want to switch?”

Korean dude says, “No thanks. Sorry Purple ugly guy. I didn’t mean any disrespect. I’m sorry you have to go through that.”

Violinists appear and play sad violin music while a young woman delivers an official sash for the ugliest title upon Purple. Purple starts silently weeping sarcastically.

Ukraine president stands and says, “I call an end to this official informal bro-discussion. As long as I’m not the ugliest, then I think that’s a good time to end the meeting, before…”

Suddenly everybody in the room realizes something, and they run out of the room. The scene fades out with Purple silently weeping with his official looking sash title of the ugliest.

Picture me on a group video group chat call with all my buddies.

Ukraine soldier speaks first and says to me, “Purple, you should speak first.”

I look at Ukraine soldier, “Are you insane bruh?”

Ukraine soldier says, “You’re the one who gave all the nuclear bombs to Korean dude.”

Korean dude leans forward into the light, puffing on a cigar. He looks at me.

I say, “Korean dude. He doesn’t know. Chill.”

Korean dude leans back.

Ukraine president says, “What is it that we do not know?”

Korean dude starts laugh joyfully, and after some moments I also begin laughing. Everybody else on the call is confused. After some moments, we finish laughing.

I say very seriously, “There is only one nuclear bomb. This is why we are laughing.”

Korean dude speaks up, “Listen Mr. Awkward Purple Man. I really think you should just tell them all the name of this nuclear bomb. Their suffering in curiosity is more cruel than the benefits you have planned for by withholding from them. Do not withhold the answer to their question.”

I say to Korean dude, “See this is why you are the best man for the nuclear bomb bag. But why do we need a bag to carry just one bomb? Why not just put the bomb in your pocket?”

A polite Korean soldier walks up to the Korean dude and whispers in his ear. Korean dude nods then returns to the conversation.

Korean dude says, “You already know what I’m going to say.”

I say, “Yes. I think. I hope not. Are you serious?”

Korean dude starts laughing, and blood starts coming out of his eyes slowly as he laughs.

I say, “Korean dude. Chill. We’re doing that later. Trust me. Not right now.”

Korean dude says, “Fine. But just this once, okay?”

I start laughing uncontrollably. Korean dude starts laughing uncontrollably, while some mysterious blurry figure picks up all the blood and cleans up like nothing happened.

When she is done cleaning up and having left, Korean dude says, “You speak well.”

Random dude speaks out, “On behalf of the people, tell me what the heck is going on.”

I say, “I can’t do it Korean dude. I can’t tell them. I can’t. I can’t.”

Korean dude takes another puff of his cigar then says, “I’ll tell them after you’re gone.”

I say, “Don’t do it.”

Ukraine president says, “Are you going to drop this nuclear bomb on us?”

I reply, “No. We are merely going to tell you the name of the bomb. Which will frighten you. We are discussing whether or not to frighten you, or to have mercy on you. I am trying to talk him out of it. Do not inquire into the name of this bomb any further, without doing so at your own risk. Do not call me someone who does not warn his friends of danger. I am leaving now.”

Korean dude says, “Hey Purple weirdo guy. Before you go.”

I say, “What is it Korean dude?”

Korean dude says, “Give me some good advice before you go. I hear you are a man who gives even his enemies good advice. But you say we are friends.”

I reply, “Sure Korean dude. I will give you good advice. No matter how confident you are when crossing any safe looking modern street, please always look both ways, and be careful. Watch for speeding cars that might not see you clearly. Be on guard. Be on guard while crossing streets, I mean. At other times you can relax your guard. Just common streets. Nothing cryptic. Literally, always look both ways and check for safety of your own intelligence, for every common street. I have delivered to you my council.”

Picture me sitting in the Ukraine War room with Ukraine president and Ukraine soldier and Random dude.

Ukraine soldier talks first and says, “We made this meeting to discuss our response to this recent wave of enemy aggression.”

I say, “AGAIN!?”

Ukraine soldier says, “Yes. Again.”

I say, “Which of my new cool ideas do you want to try this time?”

Ukraine soldier says, “Definitely not the same idea as last time.”

I groan in disappointment and say, “Fine. Just this once. Okay?”

Ukraine soldier says, “What about next time?”

I reply, “Hopefully… there will be no next time.”

Ukraine soldier says, “How you gonna do that, if you don’t do the same thing you did last time?”

I say to him, “Let me introduce you to this friend of mine, Korean dude.”

Korean dude walks out. Awkward silence.

I interupt the moment, and say “He’s my new guy that holds my nuclear bombs, bruh.”

Ukraine soldier says, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

I reply immediately, “Definitely. Now look. Hey Korean dude. Find that nuclear bomb of mine. You remember the one.”

Korean dude smiles mysteriously and reaches into his bag labeled with big bold letters on it titled NUCLEAR BOMS. He starts taking bombs out and putting them back in, searching for it. Finally, he gets frustrated and empties the whole bag, and searches carefully for the small nuclear bomb he’s looking for. Then he puts all the bombs back in the bag very casually. Then Korean dude slides the small nuclear bomb across the table, looking very satisfied with having known and found exactly the bomb I wanted.

I grab it off the table, and look at it, then look back at Korean dude and smile. I say, “Bruh…”

Korean dude replies in amazement, “Bruh…”

Ukraine president says, “Which nuclear bomb is that?” peering over the table to get a look.

I hold it away to conceal it, “No way dude. You can’t know about this one. This one is crazy.”

Korean dude starts laughing heavily.

Ukraine president is now even more curious, “Which one is it!?”

I say, “Korean dude, maybe we shouldn’t use this one. This is too much.”

Korean dude relaxes, sighs, and replies, “I guess you’re right.”

I reply, “Nobody is ever going to mess with us, if we have this thing.” and I hold up the small nuclear bomb and wave it around casually referring to it with my motion.

Ukraine president stands up and tries to read the small writing on the nuclear bomb as it’s viewable. Ukraine soldier throws himself under the table ducking as if for cover. I stop waving it around when I notice the commotion.

I say, “You guys are afraid of this thing? It only hurts people who are aware of having purposely done extreme evil. It’s a selective nuclear bomb. Chill.”

Ukraine solder gets up off the ground and sits on the chair and lights a cigarette like just after an all day busy battle, exhausted, and rolling his eyes at me.

Ukraine president sits back in his chair, scratches his chin, and starts thinking deeply.

Korean dude gently takes the nuclear bomb out of my hand and puts it back in the bag. Korean dude says, “Chill. I knew you were going to want it back in the bag. I am not evil man! Am I?”

I reply, “I’m not sure dude.”

Ukraine president says, “Am I evil?”

I reply, “Maybe.”

Ukraine president says, “I need a yes or no.”

I reply, “No.”

Ukraine president says, “Okay. Sure. Probably.”

I reply, “No. I meant that no, I am not gonna give you a yes or no. No.”

Ukraine president says, “Please?”

I say, “No.”

I ask Korean dude, “Do you think you’re evil?”

Korean dude says casually while eating some lunch that was brought out to him during all this, and not quite finished chewing but not wanting to interrupt the flow of the conversation and so Korean dude replies heartily, “Not sure bruh.”

I say, “I’m not evil either. Or am I?”

Ukraine soldier says, “Definitely not bro!”

I say to Ukraine soldier, “Definitely not you either bro!”

Random dude speaks up and says, “What the heck is going on?”

I reply, “I don’t know man!”

Suddenly the bag of nuclear bombs starts rumbling. Korean dude takes it off his belt and throws the bag on the table, and we all gaze at the mysterious bag rumbling. Slowly, like a remote control toy, the little nuclear bomb wiggles out the top of the bag, peaking out just a little.

The little nuclear bomb, through some speaker device within it, says, “Can I join you now?”

I say loudly, “No. Not yet. Maybe later.”

The little nuclear bomb goes back into the bag.

Ukraine president says, “What is the name of that thing?”

I say, “If Korean dude wants to tell you, that’s fine with me. But I really just don’t want to bring up the topic at the moment.”

Korean dude stands up and loudly proclaims, “IT’S THE CRAZIEST THING EVER. But you are going to need to be a few beers deep before I fully tell you.”

I say, “Maybe you shouldn’t tell.”

Korean dude says, “If he thinks he tough, then I have a duty to help him.”

I say, “How is that gonna help him?”

Korean dude says, “Because it’s funny.”

I say, “Yeah. True.”

Ukraine president says, “WHAT THE HECK IS THE NAME OF THIS BOMB. I REALLY NEED TO KNOW!”

I say, “Go ahead tell him if you want. I need to go to something. See ya’ll later.”

I walk away as I view Korean dude and Ukraine president and Ukraine soldier and Random dude talking around the table. Ukraine soldier stares off at me as I walk into the distance. I stare back and I mouth the words to him, “You know what to do.”

Concerning the previous story-mode article. Sorry that I made your character into a sobbing cry-baby. I fixed it. Sorry bruh. I changed it so that now we both seem super tough, but you know I just gotta make myself a little bit tougher, but not too much, I hope you don’t mind.

Real talk for a minute: I’m starting to think recently that I actually am super tough as I say I am. It’s not any hype-up allowable inflation exaggeration of my toughness. I’m starting to think it’s getting really crazy how tough I am now. Do you have that same issue? I think maybe we have been at war for too long. Do you drink beer in Ukraine?

Picture this hardened Ukrainian front line soldier with many deaths under his belt approach me, after he witnessed one of the great russian crimes, witnessing it on our behalf, so that we do not have to fully know the evil that the world is capable of.

He approaches me and looks at me squarely. He informs me politely that the russian leaders are very sorry.

I reply, “Again?”
He says, “Yes, again.”
I ask, “How many days in a row is that?”
Ukraine soldier tells me, “We lost count. I think 1, or 2, or 3 times, depending on how many times we cared enough to remember.”
I say, “How many times did we care enough to remember?”
Ukraine soldier tells me, “I don’t think we cared at all, so that is probably why we can’t remember.”
I ask curiously, “Then why are you here?”
He asks me, “I wanted to know if we should change our policy, and start caring when they say sorry yet again.”
I reply, ““What is this russia anyway, I forget that too.” I say.
He says, “Not sure.”

Suddenly we hear screams from the russian presenting diplomats in the next room, screaming in horror, “Help! Help! Help!”

I say laughing, “Russian help.”
Ukraine soldier asks me, “Why do people always want russian help?”
I say, “I have no idea. Just listen to it.”

Then we both pause for a moment to hear the continued screams of help from the diplomats in the next room. We turn away to a quieter spot where we can hear each other speak over the screamings of the word help continually from the diplomats.

I say, “I hate hearing that russian help. Let’s get out of here.”

Ukraine soldier puts a hand on my shoulder to stop me before I went running off to ask very seriously, “Will any of them survive?”

I am in the middle of changing into my bank robber costume, complete with classic black mask and a sack over my shoulder which says “russian suffering” in bold letters on it. The bag is full overflowing with small papers containing small writings on each, of the evil deeds of particular russians. I begin laughing.

Ukraine soldier asks me again, calmly, “Will any of them survive?”

I stop laughing, and reply, “I don’t think so.”

I stare at Ukraine soldier casually but seriously, and lovingly. I nod as a few moments go by.

Then there casually approaches a slightly nervous little child Ukraine girl while in the middle of this.
The Ukraine girl asks, “What’s wrong?”

I force nervous laughter and reply, “Nothing. I was just laughing with my fellow soldier here at the retarded enemy.”

Ukraine soldier looks at me shell-shocked in contemplation of enemy’s fate. Me and Ukraine girl try to snap him out of his hypnotic trance, but he will not respond, staring blankly into the distance.

I say to the girl, “He’s not a tough guy like me girl. Isn’t it funny?”
I start laughing genuinely.

Happily and instantly and innocently without a thought, the Ukraine girl agrees with me saying, “Yeah, he’s not so tough as you.”

Ukraine soldier wakes from his trance and sounding like a priest at a funeral, Ukraine soldier says, “Truly.”
After a moment I also agree and say, “Truly.”

Ukraine girl starts laughing not recognizing a serious moment, and says happily, “Yeah! Truly my dudes.”

Ukraine soldier looks at me again and says, “Will any of us survive?”

“Nah. Maybe later though.” I instantly say casually.

Ukraine girl says, “I won’t survive either?”

“Nope.” I say starting to laugh again. I jokingly say, “You’re probably gonna be the first to go!”

Playfully, the Ukraine girl replies, “No, please. Not me!” she asks while leaning her head on my shoulder.
I reply, “Fine okay, but just you. Okay?”
Ukraine girl asks another question, “What about tomorrow?”
I say, “Hey Ukraine soldier, can you take this girl home?”
As they walk away hand in hand, I call out to him saying, “She’s probably your daughter. I would guess.”

The Ukraine soldier and the Ukraine girl continue and walk away into the distance.

Russian leaders, I know of your hopeful plans to escape upon the backs of the common russian people. Be assured, I remember clearly every suffering you have put me through. Every tear from my eye has been collected like a justification clause. I see you clearly. You will not escape. Why try? This will only increase your torments. Submit to me, and pray to God for mercy. To do anything else besides this is not a good strategy.

Here are the borders of the kingdom of Poland, according to my studies.

Here are the borders of the Slavic race homeland, according to my studies.

The Kingdom of Poland I think should be a temporary residence for the Slavic part of the Polish race, to help it reconquer its Slavic racial homeland from what it has become: simply a land of starving pirates. Yet I am unable to directly contend with these pirates, simply because the region fears me, and has used psychological tactics to escort me in the opposite direction when I approach the front line. Then they lie to their friends that they merely did not want me to be in danger. No, this brigand pile of shit that has been taken upon the Slavic homeland thinks… and instead you must realize that they are aware of something you, good people, are not aware of.

They are aware that there is no escape from me, but are continually putting themselves in denial, because to imagine the type of defeat I am talking about: is something akin to mind control rape in their circles. They understand what will happen to those who mind control rape innocent people. They can do nothing but to put themselves in denial. They fear it has already begun. They understand, and they see the signs of mind control manipulation. They are in great fear. Do you understand the type of fear they have, those who are knowledgeable about mind control rape techniques? Do you understand the evil they have done? Do you understand the absolute dread that is come upon them?

Russians, slavery to Ukrainian families is a mercy, believe me. Organize yourselves for efficient servitude. Put in place obvious defenses to prevent them from having too much mercy upon you, like any other respected king. If needed, you will go off into the most dangerous places; and you will hope to die slowly and painfully, so as to pay your debt with suffering, and to show you actually mean it, and that you actually care. And if you are lucky, then this will happen to you. If you are unlucky, then I would ask you…

…I would ask you how are you reading this? Shouldn’t you be off somewhere to die in place of those who do not deserve it? You will leave one captain of this pile of shit to keep it in perfect order, and, when the time comes, to sink it like a battleship in a toilet; and captain, you will go down with the ship, obviously; and perhaps retain redemption if you succeed in sinking it to the great depth. Pay your debt to me, pirate man. You will pay it. I am taking it from you, obviously. I see you have much left to take. I think I shall take all of it. And, when I have all of it, then I will not part with one single piece of it, ever.

Anyway, so Poland wants to fight and needs a kingdom base of operations. And if they want to keep it forever, then I would say we Germans do not really give a heck, and honestly if you wanted all of Germania too, I would not care, because I really just want to see this russian conglomerate humiliated like a child before me.

I understand better the Polish people, that some of them are Germans, and some of them are Slavs, and some of them are mixed of only those two. But I perceive spiritual significance to this boundary for the Kingdom of Poland. Like a gift from the Germans to the Slavics, of a guest house upon German territory. What happened to this monstrous horde of heinous people ruling Slavic homeland in the name of russian evil? Are you going to root them out of their caves beneath the tomb of lenin?

They can not accept the justice price at its current high price. They can do more evil, and earn an even higher justice price to pay later on once it has been arranged according to mind control rape tactics (this takes time to set up like a recipe) and so they buy themselves more time, and hopelessly deny their incoming super-doom. And this thought is what makes them fear me greatly. To get me again as close as I was to the battlefield frontline of Ukraine, within 50 kilometers, would be like putting the repelling sides of two powerful magnets together and they will not.

TRANSLATION FOR THE HEADLINES OF UNDERWORLD NEWSPAPERS:

I am the physical incarnation of their destruction. When they see my eye, they see instead the eye of a spiritual intelligence of a man named Their Destruction who knows all the evil deeds they have committed, and which deeds they fear most to be returned upon them as equal justice, suffering for suffering. Their Destruction grabs them with the anger of a man who grabs a lowly individual behind the neck and peers into their eyes menacingly with his own. This is not who I am, but I am describing what they see, when cause-effect spiritual physics occurs predictably after you do evil; so that I appear like this only from the perspective of someone looking over the high cliff of their evil deeds and peering into the abyss of their justice price.

And so they squirm. And so I squeeze. And so they must retreat into denial. This is the psychology of these people. Their minds burst like eggs. I am cooking up a recipe, it seems.

Hopefully the Kingdom of Poland will not be angry with us! They have suffered many things, and so let us tread carefully and let them rest and relax undisturbed in this Vistula river basin boundary for the Polish Kingdom.

Because I think the black race deserves this positive reinforcement quickly: I will be quick.

The black race receives an enormous amount of L’s, maybe daily. The good black people are grieved about it, and I feel their suffering with empathy. Thus, recently a black race W occurred, which should be mentioned; since so many of you take it upon yourselves to widely publicize every single black race L.

Hopefully the largess of my platform here can be something to make up for the poor behavior of my fellow white race; who have given us our own L in being so abusive in this manner. I’m sorry; I’ll try to reign them in as soon as I can. Anyway.

If it is not a complete hoax spectacle of AI manipulation of my computer; then this widely popular trial of a mother who killed her own 3 children in a disturbing way, and all the jurors were peer pressured to declare there is no guilt upon the woman for doing so. But it says that a black man held his opinion against 11 other jurors, undoubtedly some of the meanest “karen” type women; and he declared common sense that this woman surely has guilt upon her, for killing her own children.

Great job black race. Really. Not sarcastic. That is a fantastic W. It’s like a W with some cool style points added to it. Thanks for helping us battle bad women.

Sometimes, I consider the state of the world in regard to sexual prostitution of women. Unknown to me until now, I perceive that there is an entire underworld of prostitution in the shadows of our everyday USA life.

Being so attracted to women myself, and an incel my entire life, I understand the thirst for a woman; and I see it plainly that the demand for sexual contact with women is so so so great, that it would be some herculean/john-wick-impossible-task to actually put a stop to it.

I perceive that men, even while pulled toward the receiving of prostitution just by their raw sexual instinct and loneliness: still generally their love for women overpowers this and most will understand that this prostitution business is no good and should be ended even while we might die of loneliness. This is one side of the coin.

The other side of the coin is the response from women themselves, particularly the ones who do it themselves and receive their monetary benefit from it. I perceive that these women will fight tooth and nail, they will fight in the sun or in the shade, they will tend the front lines, and they will kill innocents and murder good men and commit any type of evil, to ensure that their prostitution business continues.

I perceive that for these women: their interest is not so much in the direct financial gain but rather in controlling the souls of men (and women). They know all their power stems from their freedom to offer transactional sex; and to lose this power would chain reaction to put virgin women in charge over them as their slave-masters. They fancy themselves as real dealers of real power, and could not bare it that some humble virgin girl would ever rule over them (especially after the evils they committed against these girls, they also fear retribution from them). They are aware that they currently, at the heart of it, “run the world” due completely to this shadow prostitution legalization. And they do not want to give up power. And this is the current state of what I’m starting to call “WORLD WAR WHORE”.

To give you some perspective on their psychology: these women, and not male pimps (who control nothing but rather unknowingly act as their sex-brainwashed decoys): these women have a cold moral compass in regard to young beautiful girls who haven’t joined their sexual cartel yet. Meaning, that innocent naive young beautiful girls are taken by them in the most cruel and heartless ways you can imagine, and they “slaughter” their sexual souls, and they put the lifelong happiness of these girls on their demonic sacrificial alter, and they watch these girls get destroyed with absolutely no blink of an eye or flutter of their heart. I do not think men, in wide generality, are capable of hurting a young beautiful girl like this. And so these evil women stay atop of their sexual power structure and so “slaughter” women daily as the fuel to continue their femininey hegemony.

They will not give up power. They will not stop whoring. They will use all psychological and sexual tactics to resist. They do not care about the feelings of young beautiful girls, and they see their downfall with the same aire of someone getting a haircut. They most likely, literally, have a shadow government panel of women who look at maps like military generals are known to, where they plan and strategize the subjugation of all of humanity through their plans and willingness to commit sexual immorality and their willingness to sacrifice these “everyday average jane” beautiful girls. Imagine running the world in this style of tyranny for over five thousand years, literally; and then some guy like me wants to tell them “not anymore whore.” What do you think their reaction will be?

I’ll tell you what their reaction will be, and what it has been since I’ve started challenging them long ago: their reaction is always the same; their reaction is always:

WORLD WAR WHORE

It has come to my attention that russians have a severe case of retardism. Many of them do not know how to use an automatic translator.

My previous message to all russians, both retarded and not retarded (if they exist) was, “I am coming for everything you have. I am coming for everything you owe.”

Correct translation into russian speech, Synodal russian, the language of russian which existed prior to this incestuous evil devoted female ruling class that has taken over your institutions and corrupted your language into whatever modern garbage you now spew forth from your mouths. Therefore, in Synodal russian, I translate as such:

Россия: Я ныне иду отъяти всё, что у тебя есть; и ныне иду отъяти всё, что ты должен.

Translation into modern garbage evil russian, which I think is the only language most russians understand, if not all of them. Supposedly there is a good russian man out there who exists, but it is more of a mythological creature some men obsess in search of. Like the big foot lore in American culture, or like aliens. Personally, I do not believe in aliens or big foot. Surely though, like an alien, if I ever found a russian suspected of being a decent human being, then I would certainly abduct him like an alien in my spaceship to see if he is actually real; and then show off to my alien friends that I found a strange new creature never before discovered. Surely, he is not a decent human being and he is just some reptilian pretender; or else used mind control on himself so that not even he himself is not aware of how indecent he actually is, but rather thinks he is some hero; or worse a “tough guy”.

Anyway, for the sake of these retarded russians, I will also translate into retarded modern garbage russian language:

Я сейчас иду забрать силой всё, что у тебя есть. Я сейчас иду забрать силой всё, что ты должен.

Last thing I would like to say, just to be completely serious for a moment, and to also end this with some wise parting words.

RUSSIA HECK YOU.

How do you say it in russian?

иду на вы

or

хощю на вы ити

I’m not sure, but here is how I say it in english. “I am coming for everything you have. I am coming for everything you owe.”

Hey russia. Maybe you shouldn’t have sent a woman to literally try to kill me, and this wouldn’t be happening to you.

Hungary expels russian diplomats.

https://www.yahoo.com/news/world/articles/hungary-orders-10-russian-diplomats-093351454.html

NOTE: AI video has not been checked for small detail errors. I don’t have time.

It’s reported that russian ambassador to Hungary, Evgeny Stanislavov, began to cry about it loudly saying, “Their statements about keeping channels of dialogue with russia open and continuing pragmatic cooperation are worth absolutely nothing. This extremely unfriendly step is an unprecedented and unjustified escalation on the Hungarian side, and it will receive an appropriate response.”

You ever stop to wonder, why Andrew seems to be the only person suffering for the Jeffrey Epstein sexual abuse racket? I don’t have time to perfect this symbolic AI video. But I think it captures one idea I’m considering.

“Cut down the tree, and pluck off its branches, and shake off its leaves, and scatter its fruit.”

I am suddenly taking notice of a weeks long psyop to influence me against jews, in a way to cause me to develop prejudices against them which I never had before.

I perceive enemy is desperate to divide me against my alliance with good jews. There have been statistically significant amounts of negative interactions with jews recently, pandering to my recently become known attribute to perceive racial characteristics in a race, if I find enough examples. They were subtle at first, but now today suddenly they pushed it too far and I became aware of the psyop. My sense tells me that it is a collaboration between bad jews and bad muslims together. With a bad jew betraying my trust in real life, purposely calculated to inflame my anger, probably based on knowledge of my psychology; while the bad muslim was presented through my discovery of this pro-white-genocide article (alternate link)in the muslim aljazeera news outlet, where all the ideas of white-genocide come from bad jews; and the article author is also jewish. And the article goes to great lengths to let the reader know that the source of all these anti-white ideas are from jews.

My natural inclination to wait for more examples of a negative racial characteristics before I make judgements, has paid off. These circumstances appear unnaturally aimed at me. They are unrealistic. Enemy must be in extreme danger of defeat, if they took such risks that allowed them to become so obvious. We must continue our alliance with good jews. Enemy hates them more than us, I think. I sense no betrayal from good jews, and I appreciate that they do have good control over the bad-jew-elements in their common people.

Be extra on-guard against psyops. Conserve your energy for their last stand, which must surely be coming soon. Sieg Heil.

If they don’t start permanently removing retards from the league who purposely strike other players in the head, like it’s an MMA match; then WNBA games might look like this video soon. Girls: please, quit the WNBA until they start protecting you. Or if you must play, then you should strategize war games, and literally learn MMA before you go out on the court. And be prepared to have sacrificial pawns who are willing to fight and possibly go to prison afterward; because you know the enemy will have these types of their own ready to go.

And, honestly, you probably should bring concealed guns on the court also; not joking. These people are obviously planning an on-court murder soon. This is not basketball anymore, obviously. Please, quit the league. It’s not worth dying or going to prison just to win a televised propaganda display scenario.

Ukraine. I perceive the state of the battlefield, which you already know but I am only just discovering through my own methods. I think I can help.

Russia knows that peace negotiations, if concluded to even a short ceasefire, will result in the planned execution of a maneuver in another war-theater by a Ukrainian ally, maybe seeming to have nothing to do with Ukraine so that the Russians can’t latch onto it for anti-Ukraine propaganda. This will allow Ukraine the rest and respite it deserves, and hopefully never again to have hold the front line exclusively on their own. And thus afterward, Russia would then be bamboozled by a fresh new enemy.

I am certain I know the Ukrainian spirit, in that obviously they will rise again after their rest and return to the front line; paying no heed to my request to take leave of the front line permanently. Meaning after their rest, they will continue the daily exhausting routine of rising in the morning, calculating strategy, and executing it until enemy is no more. But please, Ukraine, take your needed extended rest. It will also be kind of you to give others a chance to fight and die and earn honor for their children and before God. Please? When the time comes, please take at least a year off. You will fight better after a year’s rest.

But of course, I do not tell Russia anything they don’t already know. And this is why they avoid ceasefire, desperately. They know they must continue the war until Ukraine’s allies feel compelled to prematurely unleash the prepared relief war propaganda scenario in an alternate war theater. They do not plan to fall by a thousand cuts.

And we know our enemy, surely. They have decided that if it is Ukraine’s fault that they fall via this scenario, then they are determined to take Ukraine down with them; and when they give up on any victory, of course they will expend all their future military long term strategy and convert it to a short term consolation prize of first destroying Ukraine before they collapse afterward and let Ukraine’s friends clean up the depleted and defenseless remnants.

Russian common people. I understand you have been cruelly manipulated into doing evil. And they torture you the same as I am tortured here. Surely, there will be much consideration of this when examining even the criminally insane among you. Russian leaders: I won’t lie to you: you are fighting against God himself. Lay down your arms and offer yourselves as lifetime slaves to the Ukrainian people. In my role, I promise to you that I will do my part to inject common sense when needed, to spare and to have mercy on those who deserve it, in case the middle intellectuals lose control. I have made this promise to you once before, but it didn’t catch on down to the Russian common people. Russia, Russia… you have been ruled by a line of evil queens for many centuries. Come out of her, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues. I have delivered to you my council.

Ukraine, Ukraine… I hope the Russians will hear my wisdom. I hope that I will be able to have a beer with you in leisure one day after this war is over. What will we talk about during that time, if gallows humor becomes suddenly not funny anymore? What would life be like during a real peace time? I wonder…

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Dear man,

Picture fear like as the toll you must pay to enter into my presence. I do not accept filthy money.

Pay me.

Dear woman,

Do you think I am pretty now? Big mistake.

I joined in the war with Ukraine against Russia; participating as a type of Christian druidic priest role. Non-damaging except in the spiritual world, so that the Russians cannot physically attack me without assaulting morality also.

Then. When I bring the Russian leaders to defeat, and I am about to slay them with my spiritual sword, suddenly the Ukrainians fully comprehend that I wield much more powerful weapons than they, and they become suddenly concerned and afraid for their racial brother Russians.

And now the Ukrainians beg me to stop. To have mercy. I ask them, what is mercy? I have never heard of or witnessed such a concept. What does it mean?

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To those in the service of kings, if you pass on this message to your king, then please do not give him any spoilers or hints at what it contains before he reads it. Just tell him it is your highest recommendation that he read this letter, start to finish, as soon as possible, and without hints.

King, I have bad news for you. You are like unto the fulcrum of the justice scale for your people. If you fall, in whatever one of the infinite ways a man can fall, then your people will not have the machinations to deliver justice to its inhabitants: the scale of justice. This means that you must not fall at the hand of any justice price. You cannot even be accurately measured upon the scale, because the scale would collapse without your position and authority holding it up. It is not even a matter like you could give your kingdom to another temporarily, so that you could be placed on the scale; because human nature is such that it is a rare man who would not step in to volunteer to be this king temporarily on your behalf, and of course your people will fight and have to go unto a disturbance likened to the disturbance you tamed when you or your forebearers first became king. This is not a small process and would take a long time, and then it would give the people a thread to pull on later in their monthly periodic anger, to divide your kingdom in half by supporters of this temporary king to return to be king. And so on the trail of dominos, because it is the peace of your fulcrum which holds the highest branches of the tree and blocks the sun’s full might.

You sense now, what this bad news I have for you is? I myself struggle with this same thought. But this honest nature of ours, so available by the nature of a king who can have the leisure to tame his own wild mind: we must suffer this cruel fate. But there is hope; because I sense this pain is temporary like the small child who loses his favored toy ball for the first time, and with understanding as well! How the boy suffers and cries; I am almost tempted to give him his ball back and let him suffer from weakness later on in his adulthood, rather than to see my precious boy suffer so terribly. Perhaps, king, you will recover from this injury.

For those of you not skilled in human thought yet, let me clarify for you what exactly this bad news for the king is, in plain terms. If he errs, then he must not pay the justice price. That is to disagree with the common man slogans against a king which say, “the law must apply to everyone.” Common man, I am sorry to tell you, from the great time I put into thinking about these thoughts, to give you the correct answer: you must not punish your king if he breaks his own laws laid out for you. Unless you accidentally through bad luck selected just some rare demon as your king, then most all men, over time, will attempt to correct their behavior, found in the logic of a king with leisure time to look inward and better himself. You see the end of this road? Surely the king will err from time to time, hopefully not so seriously. Then will come the shame, the guilt, and the dishonor of seeing others suffer for the same mistakes, while you yet live leisurely without any fear of reprisal. Surely, this king will suffer, and maybe make the same err of many kings in the past, who took the law and applied it to their own son and even on their own selves. One example I remember, is Constantine Roman Emperor of the 4th century, who I do believe killed his own wife and son, in order to honor the law and to be no hypocrite. And his people could not reason with a man so attached and devoted to honor, that he would even let his own wife and son fall at the hands of the law whilst he had the power to prevent it. While this devotion to honor is noble, still, it is not correctly applied in this situation.

And so, the bad news for the king is that he must not go down the road of Constantine. If you err, then you must live openly as someone who errs. So I recommend you devote yourself to not erring. If you err enough, then I suppose there is a point where your whole people might unify together to say, “it is better that we all fall, rather than this errorful king remain and justice be so offended.” So keep your errors small, so that the people will not consider this a fair trade, and pursue it. Surely you have much room to try and err and improve, before your people would become very offended. But the real danger is your own self guilt and shame; you must work as hard as you can so that you err as little as possible. This guilty conscience will devour you slowly over your whole life; like a skilled master of torture. Take the hebrew story of king David, and Samuel reminding him of his error, which solely through shame and guilty conscience caused David to lose the kingdom in the end. Do not underestimate the guilty conscience. Do what is right. Do what is just. Do not make laws in which even you yourself would have trouble avoiding longterm prison or death, if the law applied to you as well. Sometimes you must make sacrifice and suffer this guilty conscience for the sake of your people. This is the bad news I have for you, king.

I have perceived your weakness ahead of time. I have written you this letter ahead of time, to strengthen you to do what must be done. As they say in all the books of all the good councils to all the kings ever in history the phrase, “do your duty.” You must do it with the same aire of a front line soldier who charges into a battle of near certain death. It is a manly pursuit, causing things such as grunts and battle cheers and sarcastic dark gallows humor. Be manly.

One other thing I sense, before I go. Thanks to an older gentleman who brought much of this wisdom off my dusty workbench to finish like a neglected project. If you decide in favor of putting your people at risk, to pursue a greater good, often called war, then, my friend, I am sorry, but you cannot also send your own sons to these dangers. Suffice it that you are the king, and the king is always, technically, on the front line. If the kingdom falls, then you will fall with it. You and your sons are already on the front line and exposed to danger; you are no hypocrite. Even more, you suffer the risk of a guilty conscience. And the safety and time you spend with your sons exposes you to this danger. And in fact, if your people suffer the loss of their sons and daughters, then this guilt will surely come upon you when you enjoy your own children. But this is your duty, strong and manly king. Go, play with your children. Enjoy your life and leisure. Do your duty. SUFFER THROUGH PLEASURE. This is your duty, strong and manly king. This is your bad news.

Ukraine. There is hope. I have received that the Lord makes us suffer so terribly, because it is like the same that He does not pay us for our service. Others, He knows He must pay, else they will not lift a finger to complete any of His will. In fact, they would rebel and hate Him, surely, if He does not pay them. But not so us, the Lord knows we follow Him without payment; and of course if ever in His good mood maybe we might receive from Him; but I sense He enjoys us, in our servitude without pay. It makes Him feel loved.

To make a long story short, everyone else compared to us, are like prostitutes who must be paid. We have our honor, assuredly. I do not know if there is an end to our suffering. But what does it matter, when we are the Lord’s chosen. Is this the end of our suffering? I sense the Lord is trying to teach us to rise above this earthly suffering; and so He keeps us within it, so that we might learn to swim.

Far be it from us, that we would be like the others, whom the Lord pays their outstretched expecting hands their expected reward, and then they leave and go on their way to spend His money. But not us. He works with us in the water, and shows us the motions to move in the water. The Lord truly disciplines the child He loves. Truly the Lord has given us strict diet and exercise; to make us strong, while the others grow fat living off the rewards from our God, yet not communing with Him.

But now, we are warned. The honor of His presence fattens us now. But I have received that the Lord has taught us what to do ahead of time, through our suffering, so that while we might wax rich through the joy of His presence, we might also eat nutritiously and avoid what He has taught us to avoid.

I do not know what comes next. Another round of our God’s discipline? I hope it is soon to be at the end and completion of our training. I sense the Lord, like a gymnasium trainer, motivating us as we do our reps. Urging us something like “no pain, no gain”. Looking at us straight in the eyes with a serious stare, saying “you CAN DO THIS. NOW FOCUS.”

I look back at my God, very seriously. And I say, “You have not seen the magnificence of what I will do for you, which all others will not lift a finger for to attempt even a small portion of it. Excepting, maybe perhaps my competitive Ukrainian friends, who like a small child that attempts to outlift his much older, and muscular, brother. I might let them win, maybe, just to give them confidence. What do you think, Lord?”

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