June 28, 2019: READ: Who Is Responsible?

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June 28, 2019

Someone is killing my peace plant with water, so I’ve brought it inside, for now.  Looks like they wanted to become…infamous.  What a fucking moron!  I want them arrested!

Who ordered the code red?  Who ordered the code red from the movie, A Few Good Men, who ordered my fiancé to take me from my family’s apartment, after Germany, after Los Angeles?  Who ordered my fiancé to take me from my family days before my eighteenth birthday?  They are going to be in a lot of trouble.

There is a reason the movie, A Few Good Men, is at a court-martial hearing.  There is a reason the General gets into trouble and detained at the end of the movie.  Who ordered, who was responsible for having my fiancé take me from my family days before my eighteenth birthday?  They were going to announce it, from the movie, Gladiator.

Do you know the reason the character’s name is Nathan Jessup?  My father has a brother who goes by the name Jess, probably the reason for the song, Jessie’s girl, and the character and song in Toy Story, Jessie, When She Loved Me (there is something wrong in that song because it has always sounded like my mother’s funeral song), this is really about the time in my life when I loved my intelligence man, and Nathan is for a boy I went to middle school with.  Gosh, was he cute.

He missed a day of school, then the following day he asked to look at my schoolwork to see what he missed.  I am thinking to myself, HE ASKED ME!  He looked like he was going to be a quarterback when he got to high school, then Prom King, he was the most attractive and popular boy in school, and he asked ME!

There has been a very old school (I don’t know the best or more proper wording for it) English minds that have been around me nearly all my life.  I respond very well to it, I do very well with it, I enjoy it very well, I like it very much.  It is wonderful in my head.  It is referenced in the movie, Moana, with the line of dialogue, this suits you.  It is also seen in the movie, The Remains of The Day, with the scene of Miss Kenton and the butler, James Stevens where he holds his book to his chest as she playfully attempts to discover the title of the book he is reading.

Now, I am about to kick some ass.  The teacher had handed out worksheets of some report that had been stapled together and we were to read, and this is the paperwork Nathan asked to see.  I got mad.  I got upset.  I was disgusted. I was outraged.  When I read this paperwork, my teacher asked us to read, I was so upset, I crossed out a word.  A repeated word.  I crossed it out with my pen.  Not a highlighter, not a sharpie, not a pencil, a pen.  The word was negro.  I crossed it out and wrote the word black over every single word of negro typed.

You gotta be fucking kidding me!  This is my thinking, are we still living in the 1960’s?!  Who the fuck says negro?!  What stupid moron goes around perpetuating a stupid stereotype and says the word negro?!

I was a little embarrassed when Nathan saw my crossed-out negro and written in pen, black because he wouldn’t have been able to understand why I did that, not really.

Negro, code: NG, my father’s name, roe, is the court case of Roe vs. Wade or Roe v. Wade.  This tells me there was a Supreme Court Judge’s life in danger and I helped save them.  It is probably the reason for the Anita Hill and Clarence Thomas sexual harassment case, Coca-Cola can, I wish that I had Jessie’s girl, where can I find a woman like that, song lyric from the song Jessie’s girl.

If you had run news stories recently of a female Supreme Court judge and you thought it would get me to be able to remember my childhood, you were mistaken, you have no idea how to handle a brain, or my mind.

I was not packed, no one was home in our apartment, I took a bag of clothes and that was it, I didn’t take my animals with me, I didn’t take any furniture, I didn’t take anything other than a bag.  Do you understand why this is so important?  This is not just about Cherith wanting to leave and live with her boyfriend.  And, to clarify, I didn’t quit JC Penny, I never went back after my last shift there, I am sure that freaked people out too.

Why would Cherith do such a thing as leave her family?  Because she was so in love with her boyfriend?  Of course not.  Why would Cherith with all her military and counterintelligence work BELIEVE her boyfriend when he said she wanted her to leave her family and live with him?

If you are a reader, if you have watched Cherith her whole life, you would already know the answer.

The ONLY reason Cherith would leave her family…immediate danger, to her family.

Several times in the years while I lived with my boyfriend/fiancé, he would ask me to call my mother.  I NEVER wanted to, it always bothered me, it always upset me, just like I didn’t want to see my mother show up at my place of employment.

Did they actually bring my mother around just so they could watch my reaction in knowing that that was my mother’s car and not some random car?  You fucking morons!  You took nothing into consideration that my mother’s life was in danger!

What was I doing at age three, and what were you doing at age three?

Yes, I believe there is a connection to my brother’s car accident and the death threats my family would have been under in order for me to leave my home; however, mostly, as in nearly 99%, the reason for my brother’s car accident had to do with the stupid nonsense they were doing with my employment at the time.  It looks pretty stupid to me considering the results of their work.  My brother’s car accident and the 1993 bombing of The World Trade Center.

Perhaps you all should be briefed on my actual childhood, but I outrank you, and you are not cleared for conversation, or a read.

It is the only reason for the repeated lines of dialogue in A Few Good Men, are we clear?  This is about clearance, obviously.  Crystal, is the reply, the response, this is a real girl’s name I went to school with, when they brain-spoke a person’s name and a photograph was taken of me.  I believe they are correct.

The same man who brain-spoke to me at my eight-grade ceremony is the same man who placed my family’s life in danger in order to get me to live with my fiancé.  Get HIM!  If you haven’t already.

Looks like someone found him around the time I was 15 and got into him – that’s why he allowed himself to hurt me.  It doesn’t look good for him.  This would also by the reason for weight gain I had starting at age 14.  He had no idea the implications of his actions, I do not mean he is innocent.  I mean he is one guilty man.

He could actually be the inspiration (intelligence) for the television show, Mad Men, as Don Draper, a man who stole another man’s identity, so that people were completely unaware of his previous criminal past, like witness protection.

If he wants to live, he will have to confess – everything.  He’s had a pretty good life, yet he’s had me hit through my fiancé.  The more I think about it the worse it gets.  He’s in real trouble.

Do not get these Russians confused with each other.

I was at recess in elementary school in Gresham, Oregon, sitting on the swings set when a football, no joke, hit me on the head.  I thought to myself, why did they do that?  Do you know how far that football had come from?  No one was nearby.  There was no one in my school yard that kicked that football.  Most likely, this is the Russian agent I turned, and they wanted to let me know because that is how it felt.  I was about as upset as if I was hanging out with the guys as seen in the movie, Zero Dark Thirty when they say the line, her confidence.

Ow, that hurt.  Why did you have to hit me in the head?  Because a man turned?  Yeah, and, so what.  That is about how upset I was, there is a difference, I knew who it was from.  Now, my father probably will not like to read that you hit his daughter in the head when she was in grade school.  You might want to apologize to him.

I had a pair of Dr. Scholl’s shoes when I was in elementary school, they were very popular at the time.  They had us playing kickball in PE (Physical Education).  When I kicked the ball, the skin (Silence of the Lambs, Sherlock) on the top of my big right toe came off, like a flap.  It sent me to the hospital, Emergency Room.  They told me they had to give me a shot, inject my big toe with a needle to numb it, so they could clean the wound.  I said, no.  So, who didn’t die that night because I said so?

They gave me a bowl of medicated ice, happened to be purplish and a little brownish in color about the same color as my mouse pad and wrist pads, and had me stick my toe in the ice to numb the wound.  It didn’t work, it didn’t numb, and they had to give me a shot in my big toe.  Have you ever had a needle in your big toe?  That fucking hurt!  Then, they cleaned the wound, and everything was fine.

However, I still remember the conversation about the needle in my toe and the ice, so something happened because of it.  That’s my childhood, so how about, you SHUT THE FUCK UP!

If anyone thought my former fiancé’s name had anything to do with my code name, Weapon of Mass Destruction, then you are not a coder or a decoder, you’re a moron, and you let them outthink you, but not me.

How did my boyfriend do?  Looks like to me, he is fine, just like I wrote.  He loves me.

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