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April 24, 2019
The photo of the Irishman in The White House tells me he wants to be brought over just from what he has seen in the last few days. Looks like you will get good from it.
Honestly, I do not mind at all having the real Hannibal Lecter with me at work, with me at home, with me on the drive, or around – at all. He does not bother me. I do have a problem with people wanting to manipulate, push his buttons, or create any interference between him and me. I would not do that to him. I am not interested in manipulating him. I don’t have to. I know him, through and through. I see him.
I do not believe that people who use manipulation as a form of “spy work” as skilled persons. It tells me they are not able to do the work themselves. That double-agent at the gas station has no real talent, no real skill, not really, not if you really look at what she has done. She is flat. She is blubber-belly. If she could do the work, she wouldn’t need tricks like “air”.
I am an exception to him. He will out-think nearly everyone. He really does like a few men who work with him. He really does. I exceed in his eyes, by a lot. That sentence says a great deal with very few words.
The real Hannibal Lecter and David Wolfe as it has been shown to me really look a lot alike. This would be why some people thought it was necessary for me to never have a relationship with David. They knew I am a mirror, I loved David for what I saw in him, and yes, his looks ares a factor into that sexual attraction, duh.
From all the movies that reference the real Hannibal Lecter it looks as though many people are of the opinion that he, had it not been for his crimes, would have been a natural (fastest way I can write that) lover for me. He would have been a provider, doting, protective, and something more that is an unspeakable thing that exists between man and woman between partners that thing that creates relationships. The very reason people marry.
No, he does not bother me. I see him. Cherith restores the heart. This is not who you really are from the movie Moana, tells me more people have seen this from me than I will possibly ever know my whole life.
He will not. He listens to me. He listens not just to me; he listens to people. Tell someone long enough they are not good, usually people will start to believe it. Except Cherith. That’s why I am being punished?
And, yes, you bother me from the movie Point Break looks like a real interaction that happened from a man in very high authority to a woman with clearance or a badge about me, and the handling of me. The real Hannibal Lecter does not bother me in the least. Considering what I have seen in other men’s minds and women’s minds, his mind – does not bother me. It just says again that his crimes could have been prevented.
With my mother’s car accident, the Judge that sat to my right in the courtroom, all the lawyers involved, and a juror that was not selected, yet attended the trial because he was not selected, I think should be investigated. The juror tells me he thought something fishy (fastest way I can write that) was going on. The Judge and the lawyers when I took the stand had me believe that I said something that made it sound the opposite of what I was supposed to say. Who gets to question the authority of a Judge when you are just a small town nobody?! All their eyes tell me now is, the whole thing was staged – just because I defeated brain research.
Why am I being punished? For speaking the truth? For writing my truth? For believing in myself? For not following you like a mindless nothing?
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 