#so i won't folk over any money (not like i was gonna anyway i'm stILL TOO CHICKEN TO PLAY HORROR GAMES) but i'm still sharing fan content
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Day One
Thou hast stumbled upon mine Animal Crossing blog. I'll keep this updated as long as I don't lose interest in the game, which tends to happen a lot. I'll be playing the first game, as it's the only one I haven't paid much attention to. Besides the very basic objectives this game has to offer (achieve perfect town status, house upgrades, more..?) i wanna try and obtain all the NES games legitimately. I also *have* to replace the trees in town with golden trees. I just need to.
Starting off, I get taunted for being lonely. And I thought this was supposed to be a comfort game. I'm not really sure what he means by "getting friends to come here", though. Gamecube doesn't support online play, but maybe he knows more than I do? Maybe I'm just ignorant. Still, he shouldn't comment on my social status. I used to love this guy in City Folk. He was humble. He loved his fans, he loved *me*. But it turns out he's an asshole. Well, what more could you expect from a dog? I hope he gets kicked out of whatever label he's signed to. Let's see him handing out mixtapes on the street. Maybe that *did* happen, which would explain his humbleness in further installations of the series. I'm hoping it did. Anyway, I board the train, and I get approached by an anthropomorphic cat. Guess what he utters.
I mean, this feels like a poorly disguised fetish. It's like he *wants* to drool on me. It's like he said that, expecting a positive reaction from me. It's like he wanted me to say "Oh, no worries! I'd love to have your sloppy saliva on my clothes!". But that just won't fly. Not with me. I refuse to take part in this guy's sick fetish. If this is the first thing he says to an acquaintance, just imagine what's on his hard drive. Thankfully, this is the only time you see him in-game (and thank god for that...) But since I'm a kind soul, I put up with him. He figured out that approaching me like that wasn't exactly appropriate, so he resorted to small talk. Asked me for my name and all. I put in "Dre". It's short for "Andre".
He just laughed in my face. I'm starting to think that this guy is more of a social cripple than me. It's not like his name is any better. This is the first time I've seen a cat named Rover. That's the equivalent of being a man named "Aubrey", so I suggest he keeps his mouth shut.
He starts interrogating me. Asks me what town I'm moving to. Why I'm moving. Now, I try to maintain an image of glamour and wealth, but truth is I'm broke. And I'm forced to tell him that. I'm forced to tell him that I can't afford a roof over my head. He's guilt tripped into helping poor 'ol me find a place to live.
Just try and tell me this doesn't sound like two dope peddlers discussing profits. And here I was, thinking that this guy is just a gooner incapable of running a business. I never would have imagined that he'd be in the crack game. Dirty money or not, it doesn't matter. I need a home, and I need one fast, cause this train's gonna reach it's destination someday. I'm also not entirely convinced that he's helping me out from the goodness of his heart. He's a porn-addict, after all. He's probably doing this in the hopes of crawling into bed with me. Absolutely disgusting.
I get off the train, and *damn*. I look absolutely terrific. I bet all the quirky girls in town are gonna be throwing petals at my feet (that is, if they're not fast asleep already...). Yeah, I arrived in town a little *too* late. 22:39 (that's 10:39PM for you yankees). Gonna have to put off my lady killer antics for tomorrow, unfortunately. I know, I need to get my priorities straight, and my priority right now is finding a place to sleep, preferably warm. You can't see him in the image, but Tom Nook is *right* there! He's the only person in Katos (that's the name of the town!) awaiting me, and it's not because he wants to give me a housewarming welcoming ceremony. He's awaiting me purely for his own gain! He informs me of the loan prices, and they're quite generous, actually. First loan is 19.800 bells. Now, if you didn't know, bells are based off Japanese Yen (I *might* be lying here. I read this on the Animal Crossing Forums years ago, but it makes sense, right? Nintendo is a Japanese company or whatever.) Now, 19.800 Yen equates to 135.360 US Dollars. Now, I'm convinced that this is a money laundering scheme. Tom Nook is a dope dealer, and he's loaning off houses as a cover. 135 Dollars with no interest? It's a little shady.
This is the aftermath of my first deposit. I only had a thousand bells on me. Now, he mocks me for being impoverished, but I laugh back at his comically elongated nose. Just look at it. You could stack donuts on that thing. Kissing is probably very complicated in the Nook family. He offers, no, he *forces* me into working for him. Usually, I'd salvage my dignity and smugly refuse, but these are grim times. This doesn't stop me from slacking off, though. I'm gonna go and make a plethora of friends!
*Ow*. That's what I get for slacking off. You think this is an elaborate scheme by Nook to punish me for not happily waltzing into his shop immediately? Cause I don't. I think this guy is just an asshole. From now on, August 22nd, he's my enemy number #1. He's gonna leave town whether he likes it or not. There's a good reason as to why every acre around his house is devoid of residents. I think he's hiding something. Maybe he's involved in the whole drug thing? I feel like he would've been forced out of town by the other villagers. Tom Nook *has* to be the one keeping him here. Surely the others would not tolerate him, unless they're in on the whole thing too...A cartel town.
Now, I was approaching this guy's shop, mood ruined, until I stumbled onto this ball. Now, kicking the ball is quite fun, actually. It makes bouncy noises. They're such a joy to listen to. So much so, that I couldn't help but share the sound with the 2 people reading this blog. Now, I didn't realize that my microphone was on, so you're gonna hear me flicking the joystick around, but it's the thought that counts, right? :)
Now, this lady got mad at me for some reason. I was mistaken with some "hipster" (who could that be?). I suspect that this "hipster" dude is gigolo. The dialogue is *very* revealing. "I've been waiting here all night!". No comment.
She profusely apologized once she realized I wasn't her man. Weirdo. I'm starting to think that I'm the only normal one here. I don't even want to know what the rest of the town roster looks like. Better stop slacking off and get a job.
Wow, starting off great... This business doesn't seem profitable. Look at what he's selling here. Wallpaper, carpet, and a shovel. I'd get rid of those right off the bat if I was him. How often does one buy a carpet?
"**41.9% The percentage of the U.S. flooring market represented by the carpet industry in 2015, according to statistics from Marketing Insights**"
I'm too tired to try to decipher the meaning behind that statistic, but it's either saying that 41% of people use carpet, or that 41% of people don't. And there's a cactus and umbrella, too. *Nobody* buys that stuff. Maybe if he opened up a bakery he wouldn't be forced to operate in a shack. You don't launder money like this.
As punishment for being late, he made me wear this preposterous costume that I'm too ashamed to show here. He tasked me with with planting flowers, claiming that it would be "aesthetically appealing to visitors" or whatever. I wasn't really listening, was too distracted by his absurd nose. I did whatever any self-respecting person would do and planted the blossoms outside my soon-to-be residence. It's not like a bunch of poppies would make his sorry shack look any better, no? No.
He told me that I can't proceed without getting along with the townies. Actually insufferable. I don't wanna introduce myself to any more dodos, but orders are orders, and as much as I'd love to disobey them, sometimes you gotta be responsible.
Hey, it's not all that bad. This girl likes me (platonically! I'd never go out with a frog). It seems that she has her own merchandise, too (Note the cutesy frog T-Shirt she's wearing). Wow, there's one stable person here! She even let me walk into her one-room house.
*Oh*. Maybe the umbrella business really *is* profitable?
I also had to say hi to the mayor. He was at the wishing well, for some odd reason. Now, guess where you can ask for an apology? Exactly here, at the wishing well. I feel like he kills off his opposition in order to stay in power, and now he feels remorse. That's why he's here. Tom Nook even says that "You can find him by the wishing well", so this is a regular thing for him. The things people do to stay in power. You can even see how startled he is to see me there. "Eh? Whuh?" He's acting like he just got busted. Now, he's trying to distract me here with some really odd questions, like asking me which family member I respect the most. The reason he's asking me this really random question is because he worries. He worries that I know the real reason as to why he's at the wishing well. Now, I see right through him, but I play into his game. I know he wants me to say that I respect my Gramps the most, but I said Grandpa just to piss him off. He's probably divorced, too, so that's just adding salt to the wound, right? He promptly gets pissed off and starts boasting about his status. I don't care! Oh, also, the wishing well could be a metaphor. There's water in a well, and he has blood on his hands. How do you wash away blood? With water, obviously. The signs were all there, and I'm probably the first to notice them. I'd like to point out a pet peeve I have with this game. It's about the music you hear in the tutorial (when you work for Tom Nook). It's one of the best songs to come out of this series as a whole, and yet you only get to enjoy it for, what, 20 minutes? It's a shame, cause this would've worked as a 1-4 pm theme really well. Here, have a listen.
It's the biggest missed opportunity of this series. If I was smart enough, I'd mod this in as hourly music. But alas, I am not. I've just barely figured out HTML.
I had to advertise my employer's business in a letter. Now, I know how much *everyone* hates getting mailed ads, so I thought I'd try something more experimental here, so I wrote this mantra. It's supposed to represent the shop calling out to him. 50/50 chance it will work.
Turns out this game has cops. That whole "cozy, comfort game" facade has fallen. They operate a lost & found thingy, so I took advantage. Yes, I've been in town for 20 minutes and I already lost 2 of my tees. Silly me!
Turns out that Bob is here! He stuttered when I introduced myself and he's obviously socially inept. Asking me to give something to someone else when it's him that should be doing it? He's obviously doing it to avoid talking to..Oh, it's Spike. The asshole bull from earlier. I don't blame him for shifting that quest on me, honestly, I'd do the same...
Wow, okay, this means war. How could he call Bob a loser? The poor kitty is just scared of the world...I'm not letting him get away with this. I told him to sleep well tonight, because I will be banging my shovel against his bamboo fence anytime he gets rest, starting from tomorrow.
That scared him off good, so he gave me this really ugly shirt to try and bribe me into bestowing mercy upon him. Not only was the shurt ugly, but it also had sweat stains, bleugh. Into the dump it goes!
And just like that, I was done. I had paid off an additional 1,700 bells. It was NOT worth it, not one bit. The worst part is that I all the shops are closed now. I can't even dig up the daily glowing spot. That's a thousand bells I'm missing out on. We'll get 'em next time, I guess. For now, I can just go home and take a gander at what furniture I got gifted.
Yeah, I didn't mention this, but the villagers give you stuff when you run errands for them. They usually don't say *that*, though...
This is just bonkers, now. I have a kiddie table that's as big as my house. I guess that's where I'm sleeping tonight. There's also this thing I stole from the Police Station in the bottom right corner, but I'm not really sure what it is. It looks rad, though, so it's staying. And that was all. Writing this was *exhausting*, it took me about 2 hours, and for what? So that I can have 2 people read it? I'm *really* hoping that I don't get bored of this game quickly, cause that's what tends to happen when I try to get back into City Folk. Hopefully this one has something that keeps me coming back to it. I'll go and get some good sleep now.
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I've been a UPS employee for 18 years. The strike terrifies me. It makes a lot of my coworkers worry, too. Financially, during that time, we're going to take a hit. And there are no guarantees that we'll come out of it any better at the end of it. But we're gonna do it anyway. Because the alternative is worse.
There's a reason news outlets are starting to fear monger about how "disruptive" this could be for the public. I read an article where Deutsche Bank, of all people, is warning UPS to work with the union. FedEx already said they won't be able to handle the influx of volume if UPS stops working. If Teamsters strike, we will stop the world from turning, just about. And that's the point.
Because from the start, UPS has been built on the backs of part-time workers like me. And for those of you who are thinking, "Well, why don't you just get a full-time position, then?" NEWS FLASH: UPS provides very little of those. The only chance you have for that is to become a driver, which is simply not possible for many of us. And those positions are limited, too. Package handlers, which are actually most of us, are part-time positions only. We are guaranteed only 3.5 hours of work a day. And believe me that they wring out every ounce of energy you have for that time.
To illustrate this point: I currently have an inflamed rotator cuff (left side), a tear on my lateral meniscus (right side), and now my left knee is giving me issues, too. I have never gotten injured at work. (In fact, I'm one of the folks who teaches proper safe work methods at the warehouse and have for over 15 years.) That's just normal wear-and-tear. I started working at the warehouse when I was 21 years old. I'm almost 40 now.
Over the years, I've seen how UPS has invested more money in automation than it has in its employees. Even now, I'm still pushing for a ventilation project for our warehouse that has been stalled in the books for over a year. ("Not enough money," they say. Multi-billion dollar corporation. Cut me a break!) It's a 3-story building. During the summer months, the temperature on the second floor rarely goes below 100 degrees. We have a mounted thermometer, so this is no exaggeration.
Our drivers are no better off. They deserve air-conditioned vehicles, but the company only promises fans. Even though they can and have installed sensors in the frickin' trucks to monitor how long a driver is taking to deliver each package. I've seen my buddies driving around in downpours with the side doors open because the trucks are too stuffy. (Also, saves on precious seconds of having to open and close the doors when making a delivery. Yeah, they check that, too.)
Understand that if we strike, it's because we've already tried everything else. No one is listening.
So, we will make them listen.
#UPS strike#UPS strike 2023#teamsters#strike solidarity#worker solidarity#workers rights#unionize#unions#ups
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I'm holding out hope that one day a group of weirdos will fly into my apartment while I'm in my robe about to go to bed and one of them will say, "Finally! We've been looking for you everywhere! Listen, we've gotta get you outta here. This place is...so wrong."
And I'll reply, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?? IS THAT A ROBOT?! ARE YOU AN ALIEN!? HOW ARE YOU FLYING!? OMG MY WINDOW!! OMG MY WALL!!"
And they'll be like, "Stop messing around! We gotta go! Big things out there that only you can do! What are those, cats?! Are those the ELDERS!? Why are they CATS?!"
Looking at my small but portly tabbies, "Penelope and Sullivan? They're my babies! My beautiful boy! My beautiful girl! I'm having a breakdown, aren't I?"
"You...really don't know who we are, do you?"
I'll say, "No, but when I wake up from this delusional state I am gonna make so much money writing this story!!"
The robot will say, emotionally, "We're so fucking screwed! They don't remember anything about who they were!!!"
The alien will say, unemotionally, "Yeah, no, we're fucked."
I'll say, in as state of amused shock devolving into mania, "Okay, I gotta know cause my story is gonna need some exposition, who do you fuckers think I am?"
"The Keeper of Knowledge," the one that is neither a robot nor an alien will say. (Though they're not quite human, either.) "Someone who can access the Knowledge of the elder souls who are usually in stylish if not slightly cumbersome amulets that are apparently cats right now. Which, honestly, fits their vibes. ANYWAY! You are also a highly skilled FIGHTER which is what we NEED right now! So fix your brain and let's go! Away. From this weird world."
Here I will uncontrollably laugh, narrowly avoiding the shards of broken window glass with my bare feet as I pace in front of the hovering trio.
"I," I will scream as the group is taken aback, "am I 40-something, 5 foot tall, nonbinary RETAIL WORKER who writes FANFICTION to satiate the creative desires I have been too unmotivated to fulfill to make a living at. I have a squishy belly and Rheumatoid Arthritis and have lived in City, State for my ENTIRE LIFE! I take Medication for ADHD, RA, and depression in addition to, Allegra, Flonase, and Vitamin D so I can function at a BASE LEVEL. Not thriving, but just above miserable. There is no-hooo way I am that stuff you said. I can't even get Sullivan to stop licking his hot spots and scratching the floor let alone reveal to me any weird elder ~KNOWLEDGE~! You folks have the wrong queer with 2 cats!"
"Listen," the spokesperson will say, "you've obviously had your brain fucked with. Yeah, you have all those things but they've always been treatable. It was hard enough convincing you of your abilities when you first joined the group and I really don't want to go through all of that again. You aren't from here. You never were. This planet acts as a symbiotic parasite. It's psychologically mind-fucking you. But when we get you far enough away hopefully everything will return to normal and your brain will remember who you are. Regardless, we really don't have time for this shit. Knock them out."
I will turn wide-eyed as the alien and robot come at me menacingly and pick up my portly cats as if they would be any help at defending me. (They won't.)
When I finally come to on a space ship I'll remember that I'm part of an intergalactic data collecting agency that has, somehow, saved the universe several times over by protecting countless innocent lives from being destroyed by their own ignorance and, yes, I'm a bad ass fighter. Also we defected from the data collecting agency by helping people and we're on the run. We're also all really intelligent but really bad at rational thought.
The Elders will stay cats for some reason (because they like being cats) except they'll have glow-y eyes cause that's cool. And they talk to me telepathically.
And, yeah, my life is kind of hard and scary and dangerous and I might be killed at any moment but it's still a lot better that living on that shit succubus of a planet that fed on my inadequacy and fear. At least I have a purpose.
Oh, and my girlfriend still exists except instead of being in Canada she's actually stuck in a space station far away working as a cardiac nurse and she's an alien and I love her.
And I have a really killer mustache.
#This literally took me 5 seconds to imagine and an hour to write down#I don't even know why I wrote this down#What if a show started WITH the hero has lost their memory#But also what if I'm secretly an intergalactic hero who has been brain washed and I'm just waiting for my team to come and rescue me?#And what if all of my medical issues are actually okay to have and easy to control?#And what if being in my 40's doesn't disqualify me from being a trope-y savior type?#And what if I just stopped making unsearchable tags and hit post like a silly willy?
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#okay so i'm not quite comfortable making a full post about this but i also feel like i should say something sO-#while i don't agree with sc's actions (far from it tbh) five nights has been a big deal to me for too long for me to just... stop?#so i won't folk over any money (not like i was gonna anyway i'm stILL TOO CHICKEN TO PLAY HORROR GAMES) but i'm still sharing fan content#if you don't wanna see it: I'm pretty good at tagging fandoms so feel free to blacklist#and I have a long-ass queue and too many posts that I saved loooong ago and meant to share#so if you're the OP of something I rb and you don't want me sharing it lemme know and I'll delete it for ya#b/c I probably have YEARS old content squirreled away#also for some reason? my motivation to work on my own AU is at a high point again?#like. it was already up. but i think the mix of my FN@F hyperfixation coming back getting lost and turning to fanwork after all this#uhhhh#yeah i dunno just. wanted to get this off of my chest! say what I could!#might pin this for a few days for ease of viewing? really don't wanna b/c I don't wanna think about this any longer than I gotta#anyway yeah! hopefully now this whole thing will stop living rent free in my head! I have a direct to watch!!#I don't want this lurking in my head and stressing me out for several more days#I! wanna enjoy! this week!!!#EDIT 07/01/21: so! finally pinned it!#b/c I checked and I've got five nights content about to pop outta the queue at last. so#yeah#we'll see how long this stays up before I get sick of thinking bout it and unpin it
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WHY won't people stop putting vaspider on my dash? I have seen people - mutuals, even - reblog from them and I'm like. Do you know what a piece of work they are? Claiming to be an authority (they're not) because of their age, calling the creator of cripple punk ableist, and literally making money off of the cripple punk movement all while inviting ableds in... I'm over it.
Like I get if you stayed out of the cripple punk discourse because it was overwhelming, but at the end of the day vaspider is just not a good person. I don't care how popular their blog is, I'm gonna start unfollowing people who reblog from them.
Side note: I don't give a shit if you think it's acceptable to use the phrase "mental cripple." It's just not okay.
Anyway, I have some thoughts.
a) if you need to tack a modifier on to a slur, it's just not your slur to use.
b) so what if "mental cripple" has (or hasn't! Either way it doesn't matter!) been used in the past? There's plenty of crap we need to leave behind, and that phrase is one of those things. Historical events don't outweigh the people of a movement who are, y'know, up to date with stuff. Claiming otherwise is ridiculous. And the phrase "mental cripple" is offensive at best. Y'all gotta let go of this omg, learn what growth is or something.
c) The whole "mental cripple" crowd seem to be unable to provide an adequate rebuttal to any of my and our points tbh. They just keep parroting vaspider, which uhh won't cut it. Because vaspider has been omitting evidence, ignoring counter-evidence, belittling the (overwhelming majority) opinion of a group, and essentially blatantly showing their entire ass. Being a vaspider groupie (i.e. insisting on calling your abled self a "cripple") seems to cause some form of brain rot syndrome.
d) vaspider isn't offering adequate rebuttals of my/our points, either. They're just using circular logic at this point - saying, "well, this is my opinion and you're wrong because my opinion is now upheld by a few wannabes." Give me a real reason why able-bodied folk should call themselves cripples (and don't you dare spew some bull about the brain-body connection being undefinable - you don't become physically disabled from depression in the way that you become physically disabled from functional neurological disorder, and y'all know it. Saying otherwise is offensive as hell).
e) on that note - and I'm still using depression and FND as examples here - vaspider's groupie crew is arguing that depression *is* actually a physical disability because it can cause, say, fatigue. Listen, the fatigue from depression comes strictly from the brain; it doesn't spread to the nerves of the body or whatever. Meanwhile, the fatigue from FND starts in the brain (we think), but it goes beyond that - it spreads to the entire neurological network of the body, nerves, everything. It makes your nerves forget what they're supposed to do, to put it incredibly loosely. This sort of fatigue is different from depression fatigue because the former causes your entire nervous system to glitch, whereas the latter is confined to the brain. Yes, there's a difference. If you're ignoring this difference for your own personal gain (like vaspider is), that's an issue. See also: would you go to a psychiatrist for FND, or to a neurologist for depression? I think the fuck not, and there's a good reason for that.
f) to clarify: some neurodivergencies can actually cause (or be comorbid with) physical disabilities, such as dyspraxia. Dyspraxia is a neurological condition, not a neurodivergency, and therefore if, for example, your autism causes dyspraxia - congratulations, you're legitimately physically disabled. However. If your autism is a standalone feature (lol), it's not a physical disability; it's a neurodivergency and/or a mental disability (if you choose to label it as such) and does NOT make you a cripple or "mental cripple," for god's sake.
g) I don't get why vaspider's gang is rejecting the madpunk and neuropunk movements, because that's where able-bodied neurodivergents would find their home. There's no need (or want, to be quite frank!) for these ABNDs to barge into the cripplepunk space. Madpunk or neuropunk spaces are where they would find solace and support, and yeah - the tags for these movements aren't very fleshed out, but that's Frankly Not My Problem Anymore.
h) vaspider is going against the explicit wishes of the late founder of cripple punk. That alone should be enough for their followers to say, "hmm, something's not right here." Yet here we are. Did I mention that vaspider has also called aforementioned founder an ableist for (checks notes) wanting a specialized space for physically disabled people? Because yeah.
i) if you're an able-bodied neurodivergent who has been interested in the cripple punk movement - by all means, support us! Just all we ask is that you stop talking over us and/or identifying as us. And for the love of god, get thine self the fuck away from vaspider before they inevitably fuck up *your* community next time.
j) vaspider is claiming that nobody in IRL disability spaces is gonna ask you to disclose your disability. In my experience that's sort of? not true. I attended a disability meetup group pre-pandemic (which I forgot about before because my memory sucks) and we all asked each other "what we were in for." In other words, there was no coercion to disclose anything, but everyone felt okay to share their story, and we literally went around in a circle to share. We didn't fuckin stop everyone at the door and demand their backstory, but there was an element of sharing and community.
k) bouncing off of the above point, maybe you should ask yourself why you'd feel uncomfortable sharing your disability in a well-meaning group for physical disabilities. Is it maybe because there's a little voice in your head telling you the people with *actual* physical disabilities wouldn't appreciate your being there? Go ahead and say it's because the evil cripples are exclusionists, I dare you.
l) I frankly don't give a shit that vaspider is, what, mentally ill or neurodivergent or something? - I can't remember - as well as physically disabled. *Your claims to community are negated by your behavior.* - Do queer cops belong at pride? I think the fuck not. And I think I speak for the majority when I say that vaspider and their supporters are no longer welcome in cripple punk.
Long post, I know, but - again - people keep putting vaspider on my dash and I'm sick of it lol. And to reiterate, their age and so-called experience mean nothing to me because, obviously, respect is not a baked-in feature. And oh boy, have they done everything to lose any respect.
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So this is a good video with lots of details and it should help explain why and how these officers are arrested.
This goes back to George Floyd. Remember i said it didn't matter who and what George Floyd had done -- when those officers put on their uniforms and went to him as cops and purposely killed him in that manner it changed things
Every time I write about how we have specific requirements people have in their death for their criminal activity in lui of prison I write how we have specific people allowed to do it.
Now some demanded they be killed by cops. And i refused that in excepting where they "rat" out their cop friends or up to 4 regular friends or co-workers and we set and/or allow it to occur that way. And i stipulated that they must be off duty if they were going to do anything for the Earth. Off duty cops only. And to which a reluctant agreement and/or an immediate acceptance did occur. And they did rat out their friends already there. So that was in their favor so they accepted off duty out of uniform officers. I said that they could like be listening to the police scanner and then go on their own to a crime in place and then be unidentified in news articles. Just as their clothing did not identify them, the news media and other officers would not identify them either.
We had a whole rule sheet. Which we all 100% agreed to. African American. Caucasian. Hispanic. Latino. Zulululu. Tribeca. Original human. And more. It wasn't a just three or four people we had over 100 people with each and every minority race accept at least twice with 2 different individuals. I worked with the meanest. Moat stubborn and most dictatorial. Then others read over the document I typed as we talked and signed it on approval. 254 people. 10 non criminals signed off. 34% African American criminal.
Because we scheduled on the Black Lives Matter, we wanted a majority of African American of mixed alien and evil human to have their say. They will add the document onto this post. And likely blur the signatures for privacy.
This was a Middle man. He wasn't sure if he wanted to have his family suffer through jail time and all that for his sanity to know he's loved or cut and dry have it over for them immediately and them.
So they signed another form where it was not like the other which was just sign random like a year book. But in a list. At that time those who were undecided could be dismissed if they signed onto one or the other is fine whatever is Destiny is. Or if they were firm. Some like the one whom was hung stayed because he was one of the ones who fought for procedure for the criminals. Then we brought more People in to have their voices on other subjects.
So they were grouped as to how and why. Then at the end we emailed and said this is all we have. Your last time to vote is now. And so if they changed it, then they were taken single and asked why or did they want an option mix so it was a mystery zzz
George Floyd was there and he did rat out his police he was working with and we told him because they were police it was our choice. And we would not ever say he told.
George Floyd then brought over Rayshard and said he had death questions and that was all
And I said "well what are you doing George?! Don't mix him up! He was fine! Hes a strong good one"
"You know. You're so weird you give us love and support although you hate us" George Floyd replied. I didn't know what to say. I did. And it hurt my chest and it was exhausting and literally made me sick. But I still felt it was the right thing to do. But they broke my heart. I did give them all 100% of my love. And it nearly killed me. And I was grateful he noticed. I was killing myself for them and he knew. And he cared about that.
"You know I feel real When I've cared about you and well all the others, too. And you feel that? I've given you all my love as a friend as best i could. My tolerance and patience and I just want to say thank you that you noticed"
He blushed and he admitted that he wanted to get out of the life. And George Floyd, did.
In 2008. I told him, "George Floyd, talk to me. I have a feeling. I see you will die anyway because you're in a dangerous position. So if you are killed while trying to get clean, what do you want me to do for you?"
He was not thrilled and his head spun "by who?"
"Cops. Or someone you think is family. I see not a knife but a manual killing. Like its not an auto like gun But hand to hand but it's fast and you suffer..." I lowered my eyes from his beautiful face and looked down at my laptop key board... "Less" and I kept my head bowed to breathe. To not cry. To keep myself sane and we'll balanced. Then I took a deep breath. And tuned to my left where my officials were "hey I have a problem. He's going to be killed when he's innocent"
George Floyd asked for a riot. All i could tell him was it was a dark and suffocating but fast and nearly painless death. "Almost relaxing when you pass. There's something wrong with you isnt there? See now i actually thought you were a CIA agent sitting over there like under cover. But you die. I am feeling it now --- every thing is too wild inside of you, uncontrolled. Like you're...... Restless for lack of a better word. Here come sit next to me"
"But that's your daughter's chair"
"She will come to me. Sit in my lap if she doesnt like you"
"Is this a test?"
"No i want to talk to you and you're too tall and it's hurting my neck to look up at you"
"Oh it's too tall!"
They explained the bone structure in my neck and how then it had been broken 66 times and it was painful. He got nervous. I let him settle himself.
"So what is it you want to talk to me about"
"Well you meddle ... No... You progress.. What im talking to you. I see you lurking over the lists and talking to everyone that passes and I'm wondering how they're taking it"
"Oh its good. It's good. Can i go now? I feel like I'm in the principal's office"
My daughter and Declan came preventing his escape. And my daughter accepted him, gave him a hug and sat on his long thigh
"That's not Snoop, you know that?!" I asked her
"Oh mommy you're so silly. I know snoop and this isn't"
She talked to him and judged him as "nice"
"So is it money that you're doing your life like this?"
"Oh what? Yeah" tears came from his eyes. "What's more is I didn't know what to do with myself. I was angry at the world. And i just.. Just.. Made a mistake. But I'm ready to admit to it and own up to it and so is he. But he won't stop, he told me. But i will. I'm thinking and that's what i been telling all them folks, the bros, "im stopping. You with me?" And oh woah. I feel so much better i was so nervous like what is with me and now i feel just a release! Thank you for caring about me"
He reminded me of Jesse James.
"What is your least way you want to die?"
"Oh by cop.I signed up for hanging because I knew you didn't want to and you'd check my file and hopefully then see I was worth living"
I felt this emotional turbine inside of me. A mix of extreme joy and sadness because I knew the world wouldn't work out for him but he was so simply amazing and Gracious and just one beautiful soul. And I told him so. Crying then laughing.
So with him we worked out, the last and worst death to be written in yellow. Then a second option, for I don't mind mystery in purple or pink. And the main option in black or blue.
The worst deaths were to be kept secret. In a seperate locked file that no one has access to but tree Which could release it for revenge sake.
I've felt George Floyd around me a lot since his death.
Rayshand Brooks signed on the same line both yellow and purple. For death by cop.
George Floyd wasn't supposed to die at all.
Rayshand. Was. So those that die in manner they dont want but were scheduled to die, we burn one of my buildings. We water the areas and business around the building we will burn before lighting the fire.
The reason why they're looking for our arson in Atlanta for Wendy's is because she didn't water and it was next to a gas station. And it was on her list of things to do. So the news report stating the 10k award to find her means that she will not be paid for that nights activity because the area around must be watered especially at a gas station. She didn't when push the emergency stop button at the station which is recommended if watering cannot be done. All she did was set the fire and it was a great fire. But she didnt do any other protocol. Only after 5 hours did she admit to not following safety practices. Another girl went and checked the gas station after the fire started and asked the cashier what to do and they decided together to push the emergency stop button and then water the areas around the pumps and in the parking lot with a hose.
It doesn't matter before or after but "recommended steps" means you're gonna recommend I pay you to do shit. I can't order you to do shit that is somewhat illegal to my own mind I can't ask someone to break the law. So all my orders are "recommendations" if you do one thing on the list, you do them all.
It was a $12k payout for the "arson and all the recommendations" it's an a la carte list, all jobs are. Each job pays the # at the end.
#1. Arson
#2. Water 6
#3. press emergency stop 4
#4. stick around to not observe but keep people safe 2
That was the order for Wendy's.
Class how much do we pay for arson? Nothing. The public finds it offensive and illegal.
Watering pays $6,000 if there's 10 people it depends on how much they do. All ten may get the full $6,000 and some may not if they were just standing by to be second hand water for emergency. Then it's at least $2k I have it all rigid and perfected but they pay how they do. Like sometimes you'll water but then someone else will come and you gotta pee and you get adhd and go talk to bystanders and go talk to cops and go drive in the car and check the hood. So you began watering with 2 others and a 4th came up. So you get $2k for 10 minutes plus then other pay. ESPECIALLY since it wasn't your job. CIA only.
Pressing the emergency stop. You can do that on your own then you must notify the gas station attendant of the danger they are in so they may flee (which was written in details) it pays $4,000 also you have to block the driveway to stop cars from entering. Using wet floor signs or traffic cones or water buckets for windshield cleaning what ever is available. I secretly then give businesses a GIFT if we have to close them and i label it under some kind of just good business neighborhood gift. For loss of income during our insanity. Which in this case is $10k for the gas station
Now the Wendy's burned so well due to the fuel inside. And this girl didn't have anyone to clear the Wendy's of financial records or goods. Computers and other Shit. I assumed she did.
The furniture inside should been removed due to vivid and it being a potential burn site. Nothing should,remained but the kitchen. The food in this case could been taken out as well. All you have to do is your jobs.
But whatever. People aren't thinking.
I didn't understand so much why the Mayor was so PISSED because i have a different view and job. And so now I see. Which we haven't got to that point yet.
Im going to continue on fire danger.
Wendys is full of oil. Which the storage oil for future use should be removed. As well as bread and vegetables and so on. What the fuck is the point to burn a big ole building of a restaurant if you're not gonna serve vegetable and cheese sandwiches in the parking lot while watching it burn?
A BBQ without the meat! A roast without the marshmallows!
Oil can be given to other fast food restaurants. Idc what i don't want is containers of oil exploding. Usually they're in plastic so they melt so its not a major issue but it needs to be checked.
Our CIA are given a key and the alarm pass code so they have time and ability to be very cautious in what is left inside.
This one did a "stick up" no hostages and lit the fire with the workers still inside. Waving a gun around
Protocol is waving a badge "this restaurant is now closed due to the proximity of the crime scene"
So we have to pay those particular employees for trauma now.
Which is coming 100% out of whoever told her not to do that shit. That she's supposed to do, as well as whatever I decide to pay her due to apparently now I hear some Jack ass running scores and thinking they know more than me. And since she code red at the store were going to evaluate what she was thinking.
And so I will continue. The oil baskets must remain uncovered and open to prevent explosions.
They can be drained to the floor but as long as they're open they don't have to be drained.
And there's a lot done for safety because of the potential for explosions.
So the point is that its an honor. Its lighting a torch. Like the statue of liberty for a bad example.
I asked George because some people walking by twisted my heart. I asked him to help me clarify. Because he would get nervous like. Antsy. So those particular people wanted to be good but they had blockages to prevent them. Deep psychological issues that stopped them.
So I asked for them to be honest and use the yellow.
This is how Mr Brooks took all his deaths and wrote his name on the topic death lists in yellow next to his colors.
It was about more money. But they had such conflict within themselves.
We had my daughter to verify character, i get so busy i like a clear mind to verify.
So like Mr Brooks was confirmed nice. "I don't like what you do but I hope you get better" Declan said and gave him a hug around his neck.
My mouth dropped open.
So our burning of buildings symbolizes the mental hell these people suffered and we continue in hope and prayer for their souls to be set free by then making a community park with freedom, free fresh food and so on.
"Freedom Parks, Miss Rosa Parks" may they find a goal worth suffering for.
And not suffering for money.
Its an extremely spiritual thing.
Its a movement like non other that has ever existed.
We got permission from most governors. When that didn't allow, we went to mayors and city council. To get permits and permission.
For Atlanta they blocked the fire truck's traffic.
I prefer fire truck on sight for community development. The sight of a fireman watering down the area around the burn site -- were not firemen we dont know how to put out a fire.
So protocol. Is watering the infrastructure around,the fire. Talk to by standers and make a community effort in being available and around and there for the community
Every now and again a certain type of not normally used full force blast to show the fire if sprayed directly (in that manner) will make the fire jump and burn higher. To show they're not stupid.
Because me? I'd be all wtf? Put the fire out!!!!
So there's a traditional way since the Black Panthers movement that it's done.
And so fire men are supposed to say "we're letting it burn out" if people ask "because it's safer" from me -.- muhaha.
Then I REALLY like firemen to let people try on and check out their fire gear and explain what happens and how they save people from burning buildings and stuff like that.
Usually i have a low key know it all lurking so he can help explain.
Its like a little carnival full of carnage.
Free food behind the fire truck and the firemen talking to people and "showing off" and so on.
That is what is supposed to happen.
We did that with black Panthers in NYC and so on. But we were extremely careful. 2 or more streets away we had a full street of vendors with food trucks and free food and drinks and some selling things very cheap like me and the shirts and candy and cokes.
Water was always free on fire nights. I was out even id the fires were not burning. And usually it was an abandoned building that wasn't fixable and wasn't historic and we built city parks. Playground mostly. And cashew trees. Nut as oppose to fruit trees Bec they're less messy than rotting fruit on the playground floor.
Sometimes white supremacy burned the buildings and then I would buy them.
That is how it started. The white supremacy began burning a building I just bought for apartments. But it burned too fast to save. I was devastated
I knew the only way to beat them was join them. Besides physically beating them in the street
But if a fire was burning they were happy. Didn't matter who started it they took credit.
Our buildings are death specific. And not many. Mostly for black men that are killed and killed by police in uniform or some how on the yellow
BUT it is A Specific Type of Person we burn for. And we burn to release their Hell. "The building is in inferno to represent Hell. Keep it out of your mind and soul and it will stay out of your life if you let it"
Then we put a Freedom Park that's community based and community benefiting to show them what they could done with the Hell on thier mind as opposed to what they did do.
Now simply Mr. Baker requested incarceration as opposed to death. He thought he could change in prison. Unfortunately he ran out of time.
Now for the officers being charged with homicide. The officers were in uniform.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
A CIA Agent could been requested
We could had a sniper. We could had one getin the car with Mr Baker and kidnap him.
What I saw was the police intervene as showing they had set him up and the kidnapping wouldn't go through because he was a set up.
It could been done in secret.
What happened was IN UNIFORM after being shot, laying down he was kicked in the head then his shoulder stood on. That is what CIA is allowed to do, not regular police men in uniform
That's why they're being arrested
Simply.
As I've ranted on, CIA has extreme protocol.
Police do as well
I fire CIA, sometimes kill.
Police must be held accountable as well.
This particular girl who started the fire will not be paid. She got cash register and safe money which is supposed to be turned in.
So we will see how far she wants to take this not following rules business
Because we don't slap on the wrist this day and age.
I'll have her ass turned in myself and tell the agency to keep the 10k award.
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