There’s a graphic of one of the undeclared Masonic conspiracies that nobody has declared yet…

There’s a picture of the part-Chinese Russian KGB guy running CIA at the time of Dealy Plaza…

And here’s yet another undeclared (Plausibly-deniable) Masonic conspiracy in Washington DC…

While you’re all laughing at my plausibly deniable Masonic-Washington-conspiracy comedy…

That was my pelvis collarbone back ribs and neck injured in accidents that weren’t accidents…

While still a relatively tender eight years old, a car hit me doing what they’d called a tail-slap at the time doing 55 MPH, not long after my first girlfriend, a Catholic girl called Monika, was executed in front of me in cold blood by a future CIA Director 41st President ~ If the United States of dimwitted hypocrites still claims they don’t know they’re being lied to right now, lied to by that same Masonic machine who sold them radical Islamic Cessna Pilots knocking skyscrapers down is the reason they sent their military to Afghanistan to secure Afghan Lithium for Communist China, then there’s not much to say there is there ~ Anyway that car which broke my collarbone and pelvis was driven by a Skippy asshole whom they’d said was a skilled ex-speedway driver of all things, that really hurt me but an evil step-sister Elly literally made jokes about me bouncing after being flipped into the air…

I’m clearly able to remember the doctor at the hospital grab both sides of my pelvis and then he pressed on both sides of my pelvis at the same time ~ After I’d screamed, he turned to the others there and said that was how you tell if a pelvis was fractured without an x-ray ~ The driver of that semi-trailer that ran me over at age 16 seemed to be pretty fcuking pleased with what he’d done, another skippy asshole, broke my back, broke six ribs, punctured a lung, and crushed my ankle…

That fcukwit Chris Walshaw who’d deliberately thrown a pipe-spinner into reverse on the oil rig I’d been on, breaking my neck and tearing all of the ligaments on my right shoulder down to my back, was also just another Skippy asshole, but those Skippy assholes still won’t come up with a simple pack of 200mg morphine every four and a half months to at least give me some quality of life in these final years, plus a chance to increase fitness and flexibility with some moderate exercise…

Not good, any of it, heartless cocksuckers, and assholes, heartless cocksuckers and assholes…

Still wait to give eyewitness evidence on what I’d witnessed the American govt do firsthand…

Eyes wide open about the hypocrisy that has the United States of America in a slow-kill grip…