AHOY!
Newjarheaddean;
The title here is based on the fact that I am traveling all over, leaning and experiencing unbelievable events.
So last night as I set consolidating my resent notes on military (what!) and world (what!) data. Sarcasm on.
Two Dallas police officers, approached me. One black, tall, lean, officer who never said a word to me. One white, short over weight physically out of shape and i'm sure dehydrated, mart-al-ic, rude white pig, started in on me about what I was doing.
I said hello and told them i was studying and relaxing. I had my shoes off letting my feet dry etc. I have been sleeping like a baby for the last few nights in this alley behind the club Alexander's where at least two of the muggings have accord. I could careless if anyone kills me, just get it done is all I would wish i.e. don't want to end up a vegetable.
So the white pig then told me, "well if you don't want to be jumped and robbed and sodomized you well pack up your shit and get gone, this is no place to rest, read, party or anything else anymore.
I just said okay and began putting my shoes back on and gathering my things.
The white pig then told me to harry up, I replied I sure well and did so. The white pig then told me I needed to get myself on the other side of 35. And ask me to spread the word to my friends in the area that this area was off limits to homeless. I told him I had no friends around here. He said well from the looks of it I would say your probably right, but tell anyone you see what I just said.
He added that I should be glad he was being so nice and not arresting me and that his was my one and only warning.
I just kept saying yes sir, to what ever he said.
Anger was really building up in me I can promise everyone, that white pig was the lucky one, if I had not had my USB on me with all my data and images I treasure more then my life, along with my two USMC covers. I would have given that white pig exactly what he may have thought he would have wanted. And if I lived though the encounter it would have all ended up at the supreme court.
So I got packed up took the cardboard I was using with me and headed to the dumpster. The dumpster I headed for was locked up so I circled the block headed back to the dumpster nearest the area I had just left. As I walked towards that dumpster I saw the white pig and the black officer.
Your headed the wrong way the white pig yelled out. I yelled back I'm headed to that dumpster to through this cardboard away sir, the other one was locked. He asked your going to throw that shit away. I answered yes sir, he stated well your a nice guy.
I found myself walking towards the god dam church, the only place I could think of at such a short notice. I found myself thinking about all kinds of ways I could wage a war against this totally un-American, devil worshiping party animal crazy dehydrated civilians. Who have now pushed first. And crossed a line. At the god dam church I opened my book "Three cups of tea" and found myself at chapter 13, it is the chapter where the school building imo us spy i.e. main character discusses Usama (uncle sam's Arab man in Afghanistan) and UBLs declaration of war on the U.S. The chapter starts out with a discussion on the Waziris people i.e. "the devils of the desserts". etc.
In this book earlier on page 140 I had read somethings that had also stuck a cord with me. The Urbu name Tara, that means STAR. The morning before reading this I had found two pairs of bran new Oasis shoes in a trash can. Someone had apparently left behind, due to being evicted from the apartments. I also on page (and I can't find it right now) read the name Caryl lol this is the first name of Miss Caryl Salta the lady who's check I found on the street in Austin. And i think its funny how I never got to meet here and now can't find the page with her name sake written on it. With Tara being the name of the main characters wife.
The point about the shoes is that I decided to wear one pair and sold the other, those my "star" shoes were in my pack and my Oasis i.e. the alley was taken from me.
ANYwaysssss! Nothing changes an god dose not talk to me and when it gets really good it gets really bad. Also with the fallowing note I wanted to say that this lack of activity fallowed by me noticing it and then fallowed by the circus activity starting up is not the first time this has happen. I know I posted about this in the past. Anyways my point is that for many reason but one for sure is that by doing this it makes it look like its me, i.e. my mind that think of these things and this triggers delusions and misinterpretations of events. The same old problem excess however with that opinion, is that the events are actually happening and a lot of time on video. PLEASE SOMEONE ANYONE PLAY HELL TRYING TO PROVE ME WRONG. OR AT LEAST LEAVE ME TO HELL ALONE.
Also the circus continues right at this minute this nigger is setting beside me rifling through a bag of some kind of chips just like he did one other morning I set at a computer without any money of anything to eat. He in my opinion knows my session on the computer is almost up and has just now started he's circus activity.
SO LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING DALLAS POLICE DEPARTMENT IF ANY OF THESE USEFUL IDIOTS GETS PHYSICAL WITH ME I'M GOING TO PROTECT MYSELF TO THE FULL EXTENT I.E. I WELL MAKE SURE I DON'T GET "JUMPED ROBE AND OR SODOMIZED, BY KILLING THAT UNLUCKY USEFUL IDIOT RIGHT ON ONE OF YOUR CAMERAS, HOPEFULLY.
This activity is not a mater of them having the right to do what they want and me having the right to ignore them. Due to the fact this is an organized group targeting an individual with the goal of up setting me and causing me problems. EVERYONE HAD BETTER START DOING THE RIGHT THINGS or bad things are bound to fill that void.
I AM NOT ON THE STREETS DUE TO DRUGS ALCOHOL CRIMINAL RECORD OR MENTAL ILLNESS. IT HAS BEEN AND STILL IS GEN. JAMES T. CONWAY RET. U.S.M.C. who has conducted a 30 some odd year character assassination against me.
To day I started asking any and everyone for help. I well now longer conduct myself under any self imposed discipline or code or respect or curtsy when asking for help.
Just now to test my opinion of this NIGGER ( i use this term due to the fact he started it and thus deserves on respect) setting next to me with the bag of chips. I staired over in his direction clearly in his sight for about 10 seconds, sure enough he put the chips away and started making excessive noises with his lips and teeth etc, imo to confirm my "paranoia" sarcasm on.
So check him out Dallas Police, or not, your choice its a FREE COUNTRY. Or everyone can prepare for a wild wild west future this me fully self aware and not showing anyone anything like the respect i have been.
This brings up another point I have been meaning to bring up. Here at the library they make you ask to be let in to the bath room. Yes I have pissed and yes used this bath room on occasion from time to time to save time or due to other factors. ANYWAYS! my point is the employees do not check the rest room after someone uses it to make sure they have not abused to etc
The US Marine Corps are probably the best-known marines these days and this American-sounding phrase is often thought to refer to them. This isn't an American phrase though and, although it has been known there since the 1830s, it originated in the UK and the marines in question were the Royal Marines.
The first marines in an English-speaking country were The Duke of York and Albany's Maritime Regiment of Foot, formed in 1664, in the reign of Charles II. Charles I of Spain had established a similar marine corps - the Infantería de Armada (Navy Infantry) in 1537 but, being from a non English-speaking country, that corps are hardly likely to be the source of the phrase. The Duke of York's men were soldiers who had been enlisted and trained to serve on-board ships. The recruits were considered green and not on a par with hardened sailors, hence the implication that marines were naive enough to believe ridiculous tales, but that sailors weren't. Such a tall tale is often quoted as the source of this phrase. It is said King Charles II made a remark to Samuel Pepys in which he mocked the marines' credulity in their belief in flying fishes. That's a nice story, but it has been shown to be a hoax that was perpetrated in the 1900s by the novelist W. P. Drury - a retired Lieutenant Colonel of the Royal Marines.
Most of the early citations give a fuller version of the phrase - "You may tell that to the marines, but the sailors will not believe it". This earliest reference I can find to it that uses the short version that is used today comes from the transcription of a journal that was written by John Marshall Deane, a private in the Foot Guards. His journal was written in 1708 and was transcribed and printed in 1846, under the title of A Journal of the Campaign in Flanders. The preface, which was the work of the transcriber rather than Deane and so must be dated as 1846 rather than 1708, includes this:
[The commanding officer] if a soldier complained to him of hardships which he could not comprehend, would be very likely to recommend him to "tell it to the marines"!
The longer version of the phrase is found earlier, in John Davis's The Post-Captain, or, The wooden walls well manned comprehending a view of naval society and manners, 1804:
"He may tell that to the marines, but the sailors will not believe him."
Once again,
So last night as I set consolidating my resent notes on military (what!) and world (what!) data. Sarcasm on.
Two Dallas police officers, approached me. One black, tall, lean, officer who never said a word to me. One white, short over weight physically out of shape and i'm sure dehydrated, mart-al-ic, rude white pig, started in on me about what I was doing.
I said hello and told them i was studying and relaxing. I had my shoes off letting my feet dry etc. I have been sleeping like a baby for the last few nights in this alley behind the club Alexander's where at least two of the muggings have accord. I could careless if anyone kills me, just get it done is all I would wish i.e. don't want to end up a vegetable.
So the white pig then told me, "well if you don't want to be jumped and robbed and sodomized you well pack up your shit and get gone, this is no place to rest, read, party or anything else anymore.
I just said okay and began putting my shoes back on and gathering my things.
The white pig then told me to harry up, I replied I sure well and did so. The white pig then told me I needed to get myself on the other side of 35. And ask me to spread the word to my friends in the area that this area was off limits to homeless. I told him I had no friends around here. He said well from the looks of it I would say your probably right, but tell anyone you see what I just said.
He added that I should be glad he was being so nice and not arresting me and that his was my one and only warning.
I just kept saying yes sir, to what ever he said.
Anger was really building up in me I can promise everyone, that white pig was the lucky one, if I had not had my USB on me with all my data and images I treasure more then my life, along with my two USMC covers. I would have given that white pig exactly what he may have thought he would have wanted. And if I lived though the encounter it would have all ended up at the supreme court.
So I got packed up took the cardboard I was using with me and headed to the dumpster. The dumpster I headed for was locked up so I circled the block headed back to the dumpster nearest the area I had just left. As I walked towards that dumpster I saw the white pig and the black officer.
Your headed the wrong way the white pig yelled out. I yelled back I'm headed to that dumpster to through this cardboard away sir, the other one was locked. He asked your going to throw that shit away. I answered yes sir, he stated well your a nice guy.
I found myself walking towards the god dam church, the only place I could think of at such a short notice. I found myself thinking about all kinds of ways I could wage a war against this totally un-American, devil worshiping party animal crazy dehydrated civilians. Who have now pushed first. And crossed a line. At the god dam church I opened my book "Three cups of tea" and found myself at chapter 13, it is the chapter where the school building imo us spy i.e. main character discusses Usama (uncle sam's Arab man in Afghanistan and UBLs declaration of war on the U.S. The chapter starts out with a discussion on the Waziris people i.e. "the devils of the desserts". etc.
In this book earlier on page 140 I had read somethings that had also stuck a cord with me. The Urbu name Tara, that means STAR. The morning before reading this I had found two pairs of bran new Oasis shoes in a trash can. Someone had apparently left behind, due to being evicted from the apartments. I also on page (and I can't find it right now) read the name Caryl lol this is the first name of Miss Caryl Salta the lady who's check I found on the street in Austin. And i think its funny how I never got to meet here and now can't find the page with her name sake written on it. With Tara being the name of the main characters wife.
Also the circus continues right at this minute this nigger is setting beside me rifling through a bag of some kind of chips just like he did one other morning I set at a computer without any money of anything to eat. He in my opinion knows my session on the computer is almost up and has just now started he's circus activity.
SO LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING DALLAS POLICE DEPARTMENT IF ANY OF THESE USEFUL IDIOTS GETS PHYSICAL WITH ME I'M GOING TO PROTECT MYSELF TO THE FULL EXTENT I.E. I WELL MAKE SURE I DON'T GET "JUMPED ROBE AND OR SODOMIZED, BY KILLING THAT UNLUCKY USEFUL IDIOT RIGHT ON ONE OF YOUR CAMERAS, HOPEFULLY.
This activity is not a mater of them having the right to do what they want and me having the right to ignore them. Due to the fact this is an organized group targeting an individual with the goal of up setting me and causing me problems. EVERYONE HAD BETTER START DOING THE RIGHT THINGS or bad things are bound to fill that void.
I AM NOT ON THE STREETS DUE TO DRUGS ALCOHOL CRIMINAL RECORD OR MENTAL ILLNESS. IT HAS BEEN AND STILL IS GEN. JAMES T. CONWAY RET. U.S.M.C. who has conducted a 30 some odd year character assassination against me.
To day I started asking any and everyone for help. I well now longer conduct myself under any self imposed discipline or code or respect or curtsy when asking for help.
Just now to test my opinion of this NIGGER ( i use this term due to the fact he started it and thus deserves on respect) setting next to me with the bag of chips. I staired over in his direction clearly in his sight for about 10 seconds, sure enough he put the chips away and started making excessive noises with his lips and teeth etc, imo to confirm my "paranoia" sarcasm on.
So check him out Dallas Police, or not, your choice its a FREE COUNTRY. Or everyone can prepare for a wild wild west future this me fully self aware and not showing anyone anything like the respect i have been.
This brings up another point I have been meaning to bring up. Here at the library they make you ask to be let in to the bath room. Yes I have pissed and yes used this bath room on occasion from time to time to save time or due to other factors. ANYWAYS! my point is the employees do not check the rest room after someone uses it to make sure they have not abused to etc
oH and by the way, "wrong way" since you have chosen to continue your little crazy obsession with causing little old me so many problems. i WELL be headed to you hometown next and if your not there, well i'll visit with any and everyone you know. Well party like "Devil dogs".
you ARE Currently invited to Dallas, to save me the walk.
"I MISS THE "OLD WORLD" AND WELL ALWAYS LOVE HIM"
David and The Bomb and Ben in Austin that made me laugh one night harder and longer than I have that I can recall too
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