1. Do Not Complain to Me
I try not to complain, so don’t complain to me. Do you think you are special? Do you think this isn’t a manifestation of bloodline curses that we all carry being acted upon by the same perps there ever were? Just because technology came along, do you think it started there?
My mother was a patient of Ewan Cameron in Montreal in the ’50’s. She was electroshocked then, scapegoated & disinherited by her natal family, beat up and abused by her husband, force fed anti depressants and tranqs by her doctors until the day she died. She complained of everything, spying, voodoo, imposters. Once she spent the night in the elevator of her social housing slum because the doors wouldn’t open for her. She complained a lot. Guess who was the only one who listened? The only one she relied on? The only who broke her heart when I moved from Toronto in ’96 and left her alone? Me. Do not complain to me.
2. Do not ask me for money
I have never invested in the system. Never bought a house. Made many bad car deals. Maybe I could have been more conservative and not been so strung out for housing, which has reached epic proportions in BC, but I am able to make money for myself. This is what I invested in. Myself. I have gone door to door for the last 15 years or so selling photographs to private homes, big business, anyone. I have arrived home in BC after traveling with nothing or less than 100 dollars in my pocket and I always manage to be okay in a short while. There are always people looking for workers. I ripped a pull tag off a sign at the beer and wine store near my house and got a cleaning job that turned out to be the best thing I could have done. It led to housing and great resources and friends. I have a tendency to give away money and spend it as fast as I can make it, but I can make it. Even the smallest job can lead to a great life. But I make less than 10K a year and I live very frugally. I have no savings, no credit and no one to rely on. If you ask me for money because you are targeted and I have no relationship with you, you are a 2 bit con artist. So do not ask me for money.
3. Do not assume you have it worse than me
For some reason, my entire life, people have just assumed that I am privileged. I look good, speak well, live in nice neighbourhoods. That isn’t too hard in Canada. There really are no slums. Even though my father made good money, he did not spend it on his family. We had no food half the time, the utilities would get cut off and we only went on one holiday that was a disaster. I left home when I was 15. I came back a few times but never stayed very long. I might have wrenched less than 10 grand from my dad over his lifetime. My mom was desperately poor. I did get a small inheritance from my great aunts in the early 80’s and blew that on travel and living worry free for a year. I used to be on and off welfare in Toronto but I have worked most of the last 25 years in BC. And I went bankrupt once.
4. Do not blame me for not championing your cause(s)
Before I could identify what was wrong with me, I identified with many social justice causes that occupied my zealotry. I realize now they were all foils for the unidentified personal injury I suffered as an MK Ultra trauma based mind control test case. I needed to resolve my OWN problems, not the world’s, but I didn’t have a context until I saw the picture. Even though my whole family was brutalized by the mental health industry and I watched everyone fall apart in front of me as I grew up, I did not suspect that I had been in the program, or that there was a program.
So, now that I look back on all the causes I joined I realize that everyone in them was part of the program too. It is not a bad thing, but the root cause of the problems here are not the causes, it is the mk ultra program. And the root cause of that, is that a satanic death cult run by Joseph Mengele clones has taken over our culture.
Gay is another one. Hey, I have always been a huge fag hag. But now I realize that gay is just another psy op. It isn’t an identity. All that socio political stuff that went along with gay is crap. Gay is what the satanic death cult is all about because anything that is upside down and backwards to natural life is down with them, so they spread it out in a mass psychological social engineering psi op. I have slept with women, had 3somes, did sex work, partied like no tomorrow with deviants and all I ever wanted was one guy who enjoyed missionary sex. It is too late now and I am celibate. Where is my celibate rights now placard? Get it?
5. Do not accuse me of your shadow self
6. Do not tell me we are soul mates (I’ve renounced my family, what make you think you deserve better than them?)
7. Do not be contradictory
8. Do not tell me I don’t understand
9. Do not blame your situation on politics
10. Do not excuse yourself from solutions
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My goals are to offer organized resistance to everyone so we can topple the wrong future.
I laid out my plans in many posts over the years.