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​                                WHO DO I BELIEVE? 

     To make a very long story short, since you donʼt have enough time for me to explain everything you donʼt already know; and, you probably wouldn’t admit to most of what you know that is relevant to this writing, (even if we all know that you know), if you know the details and background of the truth already: 
     In 1972 I gave out the big secret that the Central Intelligence Agency has had a domestic secret police network, that spies on EVERY civilian within the United States of America that it can locate, for quite some time. This information was relayed across the Canadian border and around the world by several different means very rapidly, resulting in the panic of 1972 by the Central Intelligence Agency, who had kept their domestic covers a secret, individually and collectively, for many years. As a result of this panic, and the mass exodus from the Central Intelligence Agency of a large percentage of persons who were then operating as domestic informants, brainwashers, and manipulators on behalf of the Central Intelligence Agencyʼs domestic secret police network, but defected/repented to the civilian underground, in exile, and/or in embedded format working against the suddenly doomed secret police network, (since it canʼt function as it did then unless it is a secret), the Central Intelligence Agency murdered people in 1972 who were giving out that information to other civilians, including some that were close to me. Having been in ground combat in Viet Nam, I was able to keep a cool head and remain behind in the same place where I was located when I first gave out this information to a large number of people instantly, (with a few people already being informed about the domestic secret police network before that time), in Port Huron, Michigan, my Briar Patch, even though I knew the Central Intelligence Agency knew exactly where I was, and they had a very strong motive to kill me, and to silence me. They have not, to this day, succeeded in either one, although they have tried like Hell on many occasions... 
     Since the evening of May 10, 1972, I have had a strict format for living my life where my mind has a mental firewall that does not allow the input of new data as anything but a probable lie unless I can personally verify it. The Central Intelligence Agency had, and still has, everything to lose, and I had, and still have, nothing to lose. They could NEVER make those who were aware of their domestic secret police network forget what they had learned. The only option they had was to try to prevent more people from finding out, and make a futile attempt to try to convince those who knew the truth that they were mistaken. I expected that the Central Intelligence Agency would intercept and interrupt any communication between myself and other civilians. I also knew that with their resources, they could manipulate my environment in many ways that would give them a false sense of hope that someday they could use psychological operations, ( brainwashing techniques), to convince me that I was wrong, and/or try to maintain a pretend version of things being the same as always, even though they knew that they would be little bugs in a glass jar for the whole world to laugh at when they tried to use their various media and other sources, such as domestic secret salesmen, to sell their sugar frosted bullshit to the civilian population. In their “War on Drugs”, they are being beaten very badly, where the civilian population can win search and destroy missions by finding a bag of weed and burning all of it in a controlled manner, while enemy troops are still asking for more guns. They possess big buildings that build cars and other junk for people to buy, and lead themselves in debates that try to convince the human population they are not co-conspirators, and they have access to a lot of toys, and think that they have some kind of power over our minds and beliefs. They can harass and oppress the poor and middle class civilian population; but, they have no power over what matters: our souls. They are literally as wicked as the devil. But, they canʼt shoot and/or bomb anyone into respecting, trusting, believing, following and/or otherwise accepting them and their domestic Newnazi work camp plantation of free slaves for government I.O.U.s in the form of theoretical electronic money, unless you let them. I have presumed since 1972 that every person in the world would be exiled from the American Iron Curtain, in underground locations I would have no access to, /and everyone I meet after that time would be domestic covert agents of the Central Intelligence Agency. I expected that any person who had gone underground, in hiding, in exile, and/or into some other life choice because they had decided to escape from the environment of the secret police network, if they had not been officially announced as missing, would be impersonated by “duplicates”, persons who, with their blank check resources, would be made to resemble, by surgery, prosthetic methods, striking resemblance, or other means, the person they were attempting to impersonate. Since people all around the world had found out about the Central Intelligence Agencyʼs domestic secret police network, I knew that they would be having duplicates in the news and other media to play the part of the exiled civilians. 
     I believe nobody except God. I trust nobody except God. I have never been given any reason to. I have had to deal with other persons all these years, since it is sometimes necessary to interact with other humans as a part of ordinary survival. Plus, it is a part of human nature to communicate and interact with other people at times, although not necessarily in person, even if there is nobody available you can trust or believe. It can get boring if you never find some kind of activities that you can entertain your brain with. I have had times where I was very tempted by women from time to time; although, since lying was always against my nature, I was never a hustler who thought they could impress the other little boys by conning women into believing their bullshit. With PTSD and periods of boredom and depression I have had times in the now distant past where I got to rely on alcohol in an attempt to numb the mental pain of everything I have had to go through. My main stressors were, and still are, mostly other males, who make me feel like going into combat mode, which feelings I have suppressed over the years with a great deal of will power, although since 1972 I have not had any moment around other people, even women, which were not at least to some degree stressful. At this point in my life, I live as a complete hermit, never leaving home, and do not have even the slightest desire to be around any other persons, even women. Mainly for psychological reasons, I am not at all tempted to have any kind of relationship or interactions anymore with even women I find physically attractive and not too disgusting to be around. In the past, before putting up with other people became as stressful and repulsive as it is now, I used to basically play their covers. Although I do not believe that even one person I have been in contact with, by any means or in any manner, and/or in any environment, since May 10, 1972, has been anything except a domestic agent of the Central Intelligence Agency, I have interacted with some of them over the years much as spies are known to interact with people they are attempting to gather information from. Even the devil has to tell the truth once in a while. So, I often try to determine objectively if something presented as fact might be factual, with a presumption that it is most likely a complete lie unless I can verify that it is correct. 
     I do not believe anything on television. It is all fiction for entertainment purposes only. I presume, (since the Central Intelligence Agency would put up a blockade or some other obstacle, if necessary, to keep other civilians from communicating or interacting with me, because of all the information stored in my brain, which can never be hacked), that every line of communication, whether TV, cell phone, internet, land line, snail mail, etc., is actually sent to the Central Intelligence Agency, via whatever covers are logistically feasible in their program to pull it off. They own the world financially and can buy anything that is for sale and/or they can try to get someone to control, steal, or otherwise corrupt anything that they need to obstruct or manipulate. Although I have passed through the planet making use of what is left of the structure from before 1972, interacting with my environment despite the Central Intelligence Agencyʼs manipulations and obstructions, my brain is locked in 1972. I still believe and know, and always will, the same things I knew and believed in 1972. I do not try to figure out how the Central Intelligence Agency would form a program for making my life like a real-life version of the movie “The Truman Show”. I do not need to worry about it. They do. I do not have to spy on people, use psychological operations that they used to tell us as little kids the Soviet Union used in order to brainwash the public, and/or worry that my cover might be blown, and the whole Central Intelligence Agency finally has their turn to march into the showers with the doors locked behind them by surprise. They do. 
      I accept Pope Paul The Sixth as the legitimate Pope. I would believe a member of the Beatles is walking around publicly if all four of the original Beatles showed up to sing in beautiful four part harmony. I know the devil Nixon was already dead in 1972, long before the fake “Watergate scandal”. In 1972, many of the Central Intelligence Agencyʼs domestic spies, some of whom I knew personally, became enlightened and repented from the wicked program they were participating in. I have always considered the possibility that maybe some of them that I have met over the years might be salvageable spiritually someday, even if they just barely make it by the skin of their teeth, although that was many years ago that I thought it was likely. Some covers have been fairly benign and/or tolerable, of those I have met over these decades. Others are as terrible as the monsters you see in horror films. Often those people who pretend they are your friend verbally will betray you in the worst ways. Then they mistakenly presume that if you talk or communicate with them on infrequent occasions in a nonviolent/civil manner it means that you trust them, and/or believe some or all of those things they say, like you are the victim of some kind of Stockholm syndrome where people learn to like and/or respect the enemies who say and do the cruelest things to destroy someoneʼs life, or cheer on the bastards who try to screw you into the ground. I now have my family home, (which I was raised in from Junior High School on), in my name. It is all paid for. Because the VA cheated me out of Veterans Compensation for so many years, and once I won a many years long process of appeals, remands, more appeals etc., I was entitled to a large lump sum retroactive, I was able to pay cash, which means I have no mortgage payments to give the bank a chance to foreclose on if they donʼt get the money their souls so desperately need. My dogs have died off years ago. I used to worry day and night that somebody might try to harm them. Now it is just me. I have no desire to be around other people as long as the Central Intelligence Agency and their rich witch controllers exist. I went through many years of Hell before I got the house in my name. I thank God every day for letting me have my home all to myself, with no mortgage. How do I feel about other people now, after eliminating the majority of my stressors, with no gunshot wounds, no mummy bags to keep me warm in the snow, and a state of the art recording studio that is an integral part of my house? I think of a particular Bob Dylan song. I think it was called; “Positively Fourth Street”. There is nobody I would want to have around me now as long as the Central Intelligence Agency exists. If anybody who knows who I am canʼt understand that, think back over the years about all the terrible things you have said about me, and to me, and all of the terrible things you have done and/or helped other people do to me. Would you want anyone to do the same to you? Think hard! I have had to, over these decades, through blood, sweat, and tears. I donʼt know how anyone could support what everyone today knows is the principality and powers of the antiChrist, the United States of America and its co- conspirators, political and economic. They not only donʼt represent us; they are not even the same species. Even though I might be civil towards you, if it is necessary for me to interact with you, if you are still a capitalist or a communist, a republican or a democrat, a liberal or a conservative, and you still worship money, I do not have even the slightest respect towards you. You canʼt trust anybody with less than four legs, if then. I believe nobody except God. Everyone else is just a cartoon character that I can turn off and try to forget about until Judgment Day, which I hope is very soon...