If you’re lucky enough to get to read what’s underneath, use dictionary meanings of my words…

Approximately three years before a photo of me above as a child was taken, America’s future 41st president they all mistakenly call George Herbert Walker Bush, shot my first girlfriend stone-cold dead in front of me ~ At the time she was about eight feet away from me, two young kids, a tough little boy of seven and an admittedly moody and some may say bitchy Catholic girl of ten, we were staring into each other’s eyes smiling like we were the last two kids on earth, but then, bang…

As she walked into the room and saw him a dark look came over her face, hard to tell if it was hate or just revulsion, but then she saw me standing there, smiling at her the moment our eyes met as was my habit every time we met, she returned my smile in her usual way, she literally lit the room up with energy as well as the radiance of her face, yet less than ten seconds later, she was dead…

A few weeks prior to that after enduring a couple of years of pretty intense state-sponsored abuse which included being tortured by a former Soviet Premier x KGB General (Malenko) in a CIA kiddie brothel and seeing a sweet 18 y\o girl get ass raped right next to me then have the back of her head blown off with a large caliber pistol, then two six-year-olds my own age get eviscerated in the same CIA-run kiddie brothel five feet away, with both corpses later thrown across the room at my feet by a future Assistant Commissioner of the Australian Federal Police Colin Stanley Winchester, I’d been trying to find some middle ground, a less violent less insane place to be, and also trying to help my girlfriend survive ~ To that end I’d made a deal with the Masonic devil about cooperating, not just with lip service, instead, wholeheartedly, cooperating from the heart, being a good little whore if you wish to put it that way, cause that’s what Masonic America was doing to both Monika and to myself as in whoring both of us for their Masonic master in Moscow ~ In effect I’d made a deal for the girl’s safety which was what they requested, obedience and cooperation in return for her life…

I’d felt pretty stupid for two days after that evil event, a feeling that damn near drove me beyond my ability to cope, especially recalling the supreme smug look 41 had standing there holding the gun immediately after, literally smirking at me, however, then my (Real) inner nature kicked in as the hard-boy Satanist (Moi) got really busy being what I’m really good at, I’d learned my lesson…

Now what were you chicken-shit Masonic Patriot-Act pretenders going to tell me about life?

What were you going to tell me about civility, about decency law or your beacon on a hill sham?

I’d sorted my demons out over Monika four and a half decades ago, so just go fcuk yourselves…

In six years that was 20 child-murders I’d witnessed Americans perform by the age of thirteen…