I tell myself I shouldn’t post. There’s no reason to fight for anything or anyone. Nothing matters and there is no future for me. I am waiting for nothing and know it will never arrive.
I don’t post often, but I realize that’s because this blog still sits and is hosted by WordPress, thanks I guess WordPress for protecting my blogs right to stay open. I’ve got a lot of beef to pick with WordPress predictive ad choices and I wish I could see WordPress on trial under oath and ask “Who controls the ads?” [Like that will ever happen…]
Technically any website on the Internet is within itself a book. Free. The Internet is a free library, even if the facts are wrong and sometimes made up. Every blog is a free book for everyone else and even better, you get to graffiti on the blog through the comments and sometimes the author comments back or deletes you enough times and calls you a stalker;
I’m posting because I was going through old comments made by random passing Internet walkers reading what was once my personal journal, calling me a possible Russian or Israeli troll. Sometimes I wonder if people who accuse trolls aren’t just trolls themselves. Takes one to know one right? This blog is nothing, now a part of me, like a bad facelift I could hide with a big black robe and habit. Off the ‘net —
No fun. No fun. No fun. Check out my arts page. It never gets updated and is also dead: Anewwe’s Eudaimonia Channel
Now I’m ad plugged. If you follow, you’ll find I’ve been concerned with troll farms, but not Russian troll farms… American troll farms. And I am also an American, not that it should matter, but it matters that there’s troll farms utilized by every government who concerns itself with what happens on the Internet with data, information, and whistleblower oh my! Government can’t help but remain online for the end of time.
Let me start anew, by beginning again why I am here now posting:
Being on the Internet is something I felt a kinship with and use to consider myself an activist troll. Then I was told I’m a social justice worker, pronounced SJW. Now I know better. Now I know too much. Now I cannot reverse and cannot take any of my choices back. I cannot and will always live in regret, but at least I’m still alive right?
This blog is nothing and to nothing it shall return. A rock in a stream.
Oh well. This blog is not shut down because the government shut down, this blog has been shut down for awhile, but the author behind is alive and not willing to comment or share opinions much. Blogging and reaching people online all became a complete waste of serious emotions. Love is stupid and causes stupidity within us we get to choose how stupid we’ll be.
I am just one person against hundreds and thousands. The odds are I should be dead, but the rules of warmongers against targets in America is slow, tedious, and a never ending business. You bet the Internet is utilized in real government assassination games and who else would a warmonger hunt but pesky people. Activists, to the warmonger, are nothing more than pests.
Speaking Of Assassinations In Our Government’s Federal History
Monday! January 21st 2019 is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. His birthday is technically January 15th, but to make sure federal employees and students are forced to take the day off to spend money, they place the holiday on the 3rd Monday of January, because, duh, everyone already shops on Sunday, but Mondays?! Holiday shopping spree.
MLK Jr. was shot April 4th, 1968 and the death was classified as an assassination by United States government. Evidence shows the FBI were partly to blame, but I don’t know enough history to blame any other agency or person. The FBI as a whole were acting like a bunch of
assholes asstits assassin’s henchmen. Not enough people were punished and the history books try very hard not to shame the FBI’s strange tactics of harassment and abuse of power that should be illegal, but is not even discussed as facts in the case of why MLK Jr. was killed.
MLK Jr. was blackmailed via U.S.’s FBI services. He was not a perfect man, even as righteous as he was, he cheated on his wife several times and the FBI knew and oddly tipped off his wife to his infidelity.
The FBI stalked, harassed, and eventually shot him. For me, this is evidence that a religious person, pastor no less, cannot safely walk the streets or sleep in his bed with a government who admits to murdering peaceful U.S. citizens. Even less known are the instruments that are being used today against targets such as what I refer to as a heart attack device. With not enough information, due to it’s secrecy, many blogs and websites are offering false information about what and how our government continues to stalk and kill peaceful activists. Read more about CIA’s heart attack gun here.
And Americans are lead to believe a government who listens and spies on all its citizens is using their spying capabilities for safety and justice.
Oh. And the rant continues, but I cannot go on tonight with how upsetting it surely is that the tactic known as gang stalking is muddied with lies and sprinkled with truths.
For anyone who has been reading this blog for a long time, they know I do try to get my facts right and don’t believe everything I read. I am a speculator and these pages are meanderings throughout the past years of my experiment as a blogger starting a new blog.
I care about a lot. I care about less now. I no longer care about extraterrestrial aliens, but continue to keep the UFO pages intact on this blog for posterity. I will always care about this letter written by an FBI agent to MLK Jr.
Read more about this FBI agent written letter on Wikipedia
(View this letter closer here)
Martin Luther King Jr. would have been 90 years old this year (2019). He could have still been alive today. His death did not progress the movement of justice against racism, it did the opposite.
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you’re here. someday it will make sense
Have an ending that doesn’t end?
Make the story end. It’s a nightmare —
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