September 20, 2019
You have a serious problem that has yet to be addressed, charged, arrested, admitted, confessed to, and God knows what else I could write.
Who is actually behind and responsible for my car accident that would never have happened, had they not had help, and help from within the police department?
Who is responsible? Brianna? Edison? Courtney? Who else? David?!
This is a very serious problem that has gone unchecked since January 2013, when it happened. I told the police officer, my brother, and everyone else who asked since it happened, I swerved right, and sped up, at the stop sign, where I was – stopped, I swerved right to avoid the car collision.
The car that did not get a ticket, swerved into me and my car. He hit me. I doubt there would have been a collision at all. He had to cross the double yellow line to get to my car, and me because it looks like someone paid him and people – to kill me. Because I was not supposed to live beyond remembering all the work, I’ve done, according to someone else.
This is the truth, as Magnussen says, in Sherlock, I am no evil villain, I have no evil plan. Cherith is no evil villain, Cherith has no evil plan. And guess what? There are real terrorists, that know, that is the truth. You have people who are just waiting for the US intelligence to make such a fuck-up, so they can and will attack us and are allies – again.
You dumb, fucking, MORONS!
Be careful, you people are not just following along because someone else told you what it meant, rather than, understanding the true meaning behind, the truth. I was not meant to survive, the car accident. My head was not meant to survive, the car accident, and you people have it in the news, and displayed all around me, that celebrities are connected and involved with my car accident, and I was not supposed to have survived, so you dumb fucks, by allowing celebrities and other people to appear in black paint, on television, around me, and in the news, have placed death threats on them. With black paint alone.
I have not done this.
You people have.
You dumb fucking morons!
As I am looking at this photo in the news, of the Texas man, kills grandmother, the right eye, says, true.
Be real fucking careful, no, I very much doubt that Edison, wanted to clean my carpet. If you knew me at all. If you were really trying to access my brain, you would not have sent a Hispanic, you would have sent, a Russian. If you knew me at all. If you thought you understood the Genesis, the beginning of it all, you would have sent a Russian. You dumb, fucking, swaggering, peacock, FUCK!
Either this is real, or I don’t know what I am talking about, this FBI man, while he was still in FBI Academy because his Russian is pretty good, is it not? No joke, his entire career, then, has been sabotaged, JFC, before he graduated, internally, a communication would have been intercepted, and he was assigned a lesbian partner, what most, if not all of his career before her death?! Just because his Russian is pretty good, and he would have been a good resource to me, most likely.
Would we have made too glamourous a couple, for some woman? People? Be real fucking careful, I should be seen as glamorous. Warning.
You have thirty years of intelligence that has been mostly, or, JFC, without my fail-safe, would have been corrupted, by gay sex-brain, alone. And, that is not my brain. Shame on you. You’ve known better, and not fixed it.
Well, now there is another FBI man now, who is too upset about not knowing this shit had really been going on, to allow it to continue. He admires me, loves me, and wants to know more.
Yeah, I got it, it was a high-profile meet, guess what? It really doesn’t matter to me. How many years, have I been doing this? Someone one else’s opinion should matter to me? Well, I know, the fact that it doesn’t to me, and they know it doesn’t, MAKES THIS FUCKING COUNTRY – SAFER!
I’m cool with it, bro, from the movie, Zero Dark Thirty, is code, not in words, in symbols, Code: I, C, W, I, B: W: take the W, turn it upside down, take the “B”, and separate it, that makes it a, “W” and an “I”, turn the, W, upside down, take the “C”, and turn it upside down, take the “I’s” and underline the W’s and C, you have two mountains, and a head. That’s my MAP head.
When I write, my handwriting, as well, as Word, do not use a Roman Numeral, I, like a column, or pillar. It is a simple up and down, I.
It’s the new sexy, from Sherlock, if you thought it was code for, Tin-Sex, you got it half-right, it is code for Tin, sex, meaning, when children play, “telephone”, they use two tin cans and a string, connecting the two, together. This is David, talking to me on the telephone, at Disney. They rest is really, a lot, and not flattering at all, to his then, girlfriend, and I am not interested in writing it all at this time.
I don’t understand, from the Scandal episode of Sherlock, means David’s then girlfriend was not going to marry him. They had broken up after Sherlock.
I have pages and pages of notes, I could write, and publish. I have a backlog of writing, I’ve already done, I could publish. I have cigarettes, I could buy because I am going to smoke every one on this “Op”, from the movie, Zero Dark Thirty, I am so ashamed of my country, this means, people, in high intelligence, knew, they were going to take away, by surgery, my ability to have children when I could have still conceived and had children before the movie was released, and no one did anything to prevent it, and they allowed my sterilization – to happen, and my military brain, the greatest military brain in all of history, has been – lost, for future generations.
I’m a private detective, from Sherlock, is NOT code for Police Department, it is code for: Director of Photography.
I am still recovering. As the A/C unit with the bad blower motor, was a death threat against me. How greatly unhappy I am, at the moment.
Yeah, I am no longer employed, so I’ve changed my computer’s pictures from those of the Department of Defense’s protection, to the photos of my haggard, ragged, and destroyed, pretty, and beautiful face.
Do you want to know why Papa, is so important? Can anyone guess?
They gave me a choice. A choice, as a child, of missions. I, as always, chose, the greatest priority, to our country, and to the peace and welfare of Western civilization. I chose, Papa. How many other people knew the work he was “caught” in? I chose him.
That doesn’t mean the other people they showed me, were not worked, it means, I chose Papa, for a reason. He is most certainly alive today because of me.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 