A brief post-synopsis for those who want to avoid the eight minute clip above.
I read and laugh. It doesnāt matter whose head it is, for a pipe or a piece of rebar - a special agentās, a usurerās or someone elseās. But for a sniper rifle, it does not matter who the president is. What are you talking about here? Do you think it is difficult to capture, say, a launch system with a nuclear missile? Or has someone convinced you that there is protection against the missile?
Demon is having fun, cracking open minds ā give them rebar, explain that a rifle is needed, and how to seize a missile.
I canāt kill him, detain him in the gulag or hand him over to the Greys because i need him for the work, D. It pangs me though that Iām benefiting from the renters labor through him because the money heās paying me with is the sweat from the brow of our comrades. Heās able to pay me so well because they pay such high rent.
I took a walk to the overpass bridge today and was going to throw myself off it. I couldnāt bear making the $600 in roughly three hours tomorrow⦠$500 after i buy materials. After some thought and a nice old Italian man pulling over to talk to me, i changed my mind. He spoke of the Sicilian code of omertĆ and how newly self employed proletariats must ride the Tiger and ādo what they gotta doā and that men of honor would remain silent about it. Then he gave me a block of cheese covered in a rich burgundy cloth. So, i was like fuck it fuck those renters Iām mafia, a business man. Donāt care who pays for it. I want the greenbacks.
Nice! I just got my bimonthly walk-in registration form and i get to stop what Iām doing, drive downtown, spend twenty minutes looking for parking that i have to pay for and bring the letter to the fat black lady behind the desk at the sheriffās office so they can be sure that the guy who answered the door when they rolled up in swat vans so all the neighbors could see (those that havenāt moved away from the child molester up the street yet) only one week prior to see if he lived there is the same guy. This is my 54th time doing this, and Iām stoked!
Ever have a piece of Daveās Killer Bread? OMG itās the best bread Iāve ever eaten. Like seven dollars for a little loaf of wholesome goodness like you aināt never ate.
Anyway, Iām making some toast and the piece breaks. So then Iām thinking ābreak breadā and it takes me backā¦
In prison, the most strategic way to get something for free is to present the request like this: ācāmon, bruh, break bread wit meā.
Doing this puts tremendous pressure on the giver because he doesnāt want to risk being unchristian and having Jesus mad at em, so he willingly gives of his ramen noodles and the souless cockroach, this product of the centuries old machinations of religion and western capitalism, gets something for free.
Customer wants built-in shelving all over that wall. Canāt do it because sheās got kids. Iād have to tell her Iām not a child mol⦠or i am a child molester (sorry, i keep getting confused) before i step foot on the property, or Iāll go to prison for a minimum of seven years.
Iāll make something up and tell her i canāt do the job. Boy that woulda been nice. Close to a grand in labor right there. Ah well, Iāll get it all back in the end [wink].
I like family and married life, but there are some days I miss the single life of being a young man. I am now soon becoming a grandpa as one of my children is having a child of their own. I feel old just saying it.
Life comes at you fast like a freight train traveling at speeds of 100mph. It can be overwhelming at times.
Reid, who has watched 189 men die in the chair, is called to the stand. Here heās talking about Buster, an 18 year old with seven siblings whose every family member had been in prison before.
https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxgS2Vcfo9RHKbJesD2zSaXznK_xfHT0nO
Just earlier, the prosecution objected to the defense asking Reid what he thought about the death penalty, and the judge had the jury taken out of the room. Wouldnāt want them to know how horrible an electrocution is before making a decision to condemn a man to the chair, eh?
From Reddit.
The question: āIf you are on the run, and the government is after you, how do you avoid them?ā
An answer: āStand in line at the DMV or Post Office. Thatās the best way to guarantee no government employee will talk to or pay any attention to you.ā
Lol he killed it.
The best case is if you run to a remote wilderness area and have all the supplies to survive out there for several decades, but even with all that thereās so many things that can kill you out there where youāre still basically damned. And if you donāt like celibacy that lifestyle isnāt very flattering either in that regard.
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Yoga? lol..
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Promcast #395. As i was editing a recording of me putting the cat lady on the stand in front of her cat groomer so that i would have a witness, another opportunity presented itself, and i hit record. The audio i was editing Iāll post later⦠but i tās essentially a drawn-out version of the same thing here. Calling her out on her bullshit.
537th time i have been bothered about something that isnāt missing (since Iāve been trapped here).
āI have to put up with your shit tooā - cat lady
6 random items in the list of things Prom does that the cat lady has to put up with:
- Vacuuming
- Power washing house and driveway
- Cooking
- Doing dishes
- Car maintenance
- Making home repairs where needed
Irony: if it werenāt for me, she would still be smoking cigarettes. I got her on the vape⦠then tried to get her to use the little nicotine pouches, but she declined to try. So, when given an opportunity to prevent her lungs from being destroyed by vaping, she refuses it, ruins her lungs, gets emphysema, and then uses that as an excuse to collect cat feces. But wait!
Even that is a lie (the excuse), as you will see.
The original posting:
So i ended up putting the cat lady on the stand because i happened to have someone around (her cat groomer) who could bear witness to it.
The first thing you will hear is not a lie but a mechanism to solicit pity and charity from whoever is nearby. Notice also how unsophisticated it is⦠so much so that itās insulting; that you would think i would let the excuse āwalking bothers meā work after seeing you walk all the time to do far less important things than removing bags of animal feces from your dwelling. The excuse is dumb, not well crafted⦠something a bum would say. Something i would be offended by if expected to believe.
Next, the IQ82 says the IQ125ish āwill never understand.ā This demonstrates an incompetence so tremendous that superior intelligence canāt even be recognized. Like a retarded kid that is so entrenched in his own retarded woefully inadequate comprehension of the world he canāt recognize his own teacher and doesnāt know heās supposed to be learning stuff. Heās just there and keeps trying to force the square block through the triangular hole⦠and though consistently failing, possessing that brute arrogance and self-satisfaction that only the dumbest of animals have makes him feel overproud and accomplished just for merely pressing the block against the triangular hole, and he expects to be praised for doing so.
The groomer, who had consentual sex at 13 with a 24 year old and now owns her own grooming business is a Leo, and every bit of a Leo. If she wasnāt unattractive white trash i could fucks with her. Her personality is cool af. The girl wonāt shup up if you donāt stop her, and itās never with any depression, gloominess, skepticism, none of the talk between people that ends up in a sour mood. Itās an extroverted liveliness, and country-girl grit. She said the sex was unsatisfying because he had a small dick. A thirteen year old is thinking this. Total Leo girl.
Oh, nice! Look how the cat lady played into Leoās uninformed assumption that i should be putting her feet up on a chair even though a) cat lady has never once asked me to, and b) her doctors have never told her or myself that she should be doing so.
Leo automatically expects that i should be doing something that cat lady neither needs me to help her do or is supposed to be doing (yet, anyway). Double whammy. The pathos leads the listener to villify the Prom. One thinks āthat guyās an assholeā immediately. Only upon the application of logos in a deeper examination do we realize that, indeed, the Prom is the victim here not the assailant.
Anyway, the cat lady seized it and, even knowing herself that she doesnāt raise her feet, isnāt told to by her doc, and wouldnāt need me to help her if she had to, criminalizes me and drawns on the opportunity to try and humiliate and make me feel ashamed.
Truly evil subterranean forces are at work, not just in these two heads but in almost everyoneās⦠since all of you needed me to just explain all this in my defense to stop you from being an imbecile again and hating me. Not that i care, just sayin.
A promcast special report. This just in.
Vigilantes and/or cult and/or hackers are back! I will upload my recorded conversation with the POleece that occurred just after this in a min.
Also, cable and internet boxes in front yard had the locks broke off of them. Noticed this morning when I had to use wifi to buy minutes for my phone and it was down. Had to have spectrum reset everything.
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Upon my first encounter with a State law enforcement representative, Latisha and i found ourselves at once fixed upon a very real dilemma: do i explain to Latisha what happened and then explain (again) to the cop she sends or does Latisha not advise the caller to waste his time explaining everything to her (when sheās not the one who does a report) and simply advise the caller to explain everything to the cop she has call me so he only explains everything once, to the right person, and without taking up the useful time of government workers answering phones in POleece stations (that are paid with tax payers money).
We put our heads together and decided it made more sense to wait and explain everything to the cop who calls me.
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Remember, just like your tax return, all this gets itemized. Every little nook and cranny inconvenience i go through dealing with some effect of this SO registry gets taxed. You gotta pay for it⦠itās not free. I donāt do pro bono work.
I so much as spend thirty seconds longer explaining something to some moron i shouldnāt even need to be talking to⦠something that should have taken only fifteen seconds to explain: a tax. Every mile i drive to and dollar i spend to park and report at the sheriff station, every job i lose because the customer has kids and Iāve have to tell em (in whicn case they donāt hire me): a taxā¦
Oh dear. Hadnāt thought of thisā¦
āThe exact number of sex offenders murdered by vigilantes is not well-documented, but reports indicate that such incidents have occurred with increasing frequency over the years. Various cases highlight that registered sex offenders have been targeted, assaulted, and even killed due to their past crimes, suggesting that the issue is more widespread than reportedā

