I'm Not Trying to Get Out of Anything.
In 2014 a doctor ripped off insurance.
It's a fact. This is nonfiction.
In 2015 collections tried to kill me.
I understand they're pretending to represent girls who still don't like me from high school. But they're also pretending they thought we were negotiating this whole time. So forgive me if I don't jump at the chance to let foreigners handle that scenario, either.
I'm a theologist, I know what insurance fraud looks like. I'm a doorman, I don't need collections. I am collections.
I tried to subpoena the hospital but they got to the lawyer so after he took $500 and wouldn't place a phone call I had to look into it myself. I took everything I had, everything I could borrow, and drive 4,000 miles to parlay with what had to be the dumbest cartel I ever heard of. I was hoping it was just Central. I asked for plausible deniability for our country's most underestimated servants and went high-profile, noncommittal. I wasn't convinced either way. Somebody lied to whoever. I just didn't want my people to suffer needlessly, especially after all I sacrificed over the years without them.
But Facebook, the algorithm, not the contacts, was threatening innocent people who might have been coerced into the appearance of accomplice. I had to sort it out.
I told the greatest thing I'd ever felt that it might be the CIA, and if she hadn't heard from me in a year I was classified. Don't feel guilty or worry about me. Whatever it takes, I want you to be happy. I dropped hints about what I was really doing but I was definitely going to join a union and nothing to do with that. Or it's a metaphor. Whatever. They've never heard of me. Let me go straighten out the Policeman's Union. Walmart gettin real uppity these days. I told collections somebody else was trying to kill me and they got paranoid. It's cool, just so you know I came to you first. I told the old lady I had to look into something, might take awhile. Point being I didn't run away. Throw $500 at a subpoena to answer a dumb question and then fall for it myself.
I made myself conspicuous. You knew where to find me, but I'm supposed to march a zombie apocalypse right to somebody's house? Everybody saw me looking for work, cooking at the mission, tested the waters to see if anything bit. Good enough. I still have no idea but I'm out of money and it wasn't that.
When I got back she was 7 months pregnant. They raped her the minute I left town. Got her strung out to connect me to penalties assessed in error against the military, since they never could use me, personally. Sideshow acting like I never left. Joey Greco was there pretending to think I was married. I didn't see him, but a guy gave me some weed because he had to go through a checkpoint. So I presume he told the Saudis it was a trade.
When you have literally never been tempted, even the presence of something is offensive, it stands out, all the times they tried. She watched his baby girl suffer for 9 days in hospice. "Cocaine." That's all the guys selling Rome to Nigeria needed. Then I found out a promising young lady got raped after sitting next to me on the bus in 2009, on my previous visit. I remember the article, I just didn't know such evil existed, let alone why me. Job search people sure are rude today. So it wasn't a cartel, just foreign diplo trying to get answers and a Gay Revolution trying to use it.
So why do they care so much? It's one thing to be confused, but this was entirely another thing. So there was preschool, and neither of us called police. Then I got raped in surgery by the Queen's most loyal abominations, then I got nerve-gassed after my first date for cheating, so they probably penalized Germany, but didn't mention me being married to the Martians. I didn't even know until after they tried to kill me 20 years later. No reason to suspect. But nothing else makes sense, I had to look up the symptoms.
"Juvenile minor child surgical same-sex marital rape" were my exact words to FBI.gov.
All the years of indirect encounters treating me like shit and not making any sense, I could have helped. No reason not to, other than retards blaming a bunch of innocent people and homos trying to make it look good enough for government work. But you've never actually seen government work.
I went to the Secret Service to report compromised principals, FBI - suspicious death of an asset, multiple military installations, gave the DEA a thumb drive with reasonable suspicion of violations of international law, and kept checking in with FBI until they started frisking me and asking dumb questions. I went into pale-face territory and offered to test-pilot a bionic eyeball, go to jungle training, and throw Justin Trudeau off Niagara. Just an opening. If you wanted to negotiate. Offer stands. Might have to do it without you.
After a brief interview with USSS, the office of senator-elect Augustus Sol Invictus was a wrong address, hastily restaged, never heard of him. Truck got towed, mom had to drive 2 hours to pay credit. Wrecker clerk said "Why don't you get your own car?" Because I might die, bitch.
So no, I wasn't lying, I just had no idea you could penalize the CIA for an insider who was never affiliated with them and scapegoat some retard for a thing he'd never heard of, and expect them to obey a protection order. I've been saying you can't ban waterboarding for 20 years. Well if you're gonna blame me for something.
I slept in the parking lot at a Blackwater residential compound. Maybe it wasn't them, I don't know. Maybe there's more than one show in town. But I gave my real name, had a good nap, went to Waffle House.
So that's how I know what I know. Nobody told me shit.
The depopulation agenda is of Islamic origin. They view democracy as a temporary, unruly slave uprising, to be managed and put down with dumb doctors and bad medicine. But first do no harm or you're not a doctor. It's the definition. You're probably a Nazi.
Go black, Langley. Corpo can't afford me. Should have just let me subpoena the hospital.
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