October 23, 2019
BE ADVISED: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
He’ll want to know this, this Englishman, will want to know. Confirming the product purchase of my order for Osama Bin Laden, so the orders could be sent to Washington DC, goes back to my mother. In downtown Plant City, there is an Historic district with buildings that us, Americans would consider – old.
Remember we, as Americans, do not have the same presence of history about us, as the Europeans, or British. Buildings that have been destroyed in wars and rebuilt. We, America – don’t have that here.
I mention that because it is…it has an effect on a person, persons, on their mind, and brain, they carry it with them, it is in their thoughts, it is ever-present although, they might not ever speak about the atrocities of war, they’ve lived through, seen, heard, and – survived.
It could at times be considered, adolescent of mind in respect to other persons, cultures, nations, countries, and – governments. An unappreciation for their history, as well as, ours.
Unappreciation is the best word for it, and I will not apologize, or reconsider this word choice, it very much represents a part of who I am, and if anyone has ever, or will speak about this word in reference to me, well – I had it first. The rest of you, have – followed.
The buildings in Downton Plant City, Florida, do have names attached to them, on plaques, most of them, names of citizens, names of Plant City citizens that would or could be considered go-to persons if the city was ever in crisis, or peril, or needed advice, be considered a leader; mostly these persons, what these persons in any town or city, do – they create a presence, it is similar to creating a border.
And, I do really enjoy and quite like, the quaint-ness of little towns, historic districts, our past living in the present day on the facades of buildings, like an old friend. Just as much as I like and enjoy the hustle and bustle of big cities, fast-moving, sleek, and modern, full of all sorts of fun and things that cannot be found in a little town.
There used to be an antique store, if it is still an antique store, it has changed names, now. An antique store, Frenchman’s Market, that had a small restaurant or café in the middle, toward the back of the store. How unusual. A restaurant in an antique store. Yes, I still remember it.
My mother took me for lunch one day, could have been a Saturday, for no particular reason. She asked me if I wanted, coffee. She, being a tea-drinker, and never coffee, ever, it was a gesture. She made a gesture to me. Yes, I’ll have coffee.
They served my brewed coffee in an antique cup and saucer. I thought it was very special. I love that stuff. I never get enough of that stuff. Coffee in an antique teacup and saucer.
It wasn’t the best coffee I ever had, but I did, make a memory of it, in my mind.
The coffee is not the most interesting item I had for my meal. This, this, is the real item, the real, thought-connector, and the real catalyst I ordered – vegetarian nachos (Zohan).
Coffee and vegetarian nachos probably do not sound like the best combination, yet it was more of a brunch than lunch.
Vegetarian nachos, with Morningstar meat-less crumbles, it was on the menu.
I used to buy all sorts of Morningstar products, my favorite, their breakfast sandwich, I am no longer allowed to have, buy, or get access to. You people have been doing it wrong, something is successful, and you immediately close it down, stores – going-out-of-business (Zohan), end friendships, make me find new jobs, and so on.
The whole country knows you’re here, 12 Strong, do you really think the country they are referring to is Afghanistan? I was seventeen years old, in Germany, the whole country knew I was there, and they were – excited. Excited, (elated, Frozen) to have me. Why, I have no idea, I am just Cherith.
Let me explain, as it appears things have been moving too fast, for too long, and the details that really smart, bright minds, understand without having to show their work, in an instant, to take into stride (Frozen, in the music, Snowman) that immense amount of work, at the high level it was, not entry-level beginner stuff, take into stride, with ease and unaffected naturalness, does not happen very often (Mulan).
MY mother would have paid for the meal with her American Express card, probably, Optima.
What a lot of fuss you people have made – over nothing, really important.
I’m the motherfucker that found this place, Zero Dark Thirty, reads, I’m the (Cherith), motherfucker, is my real father. It means my real father probably gave real classified information, passed it onto to someone else, someone else he spoke to, by repeating something I would have said. Something like a word, that would seem meaningless, unless you had access to the other classified information.
I am not sure my father will remember what he spoke, it has to do with the pressure washer we, or my father, borrowed (a cup of sugar, UP) from our next-door neighbor, and our deck, in the back yard. The pressure washer – broke. Stopped working. I was using it on our deck and it broke.
I told my father to take it back to him because I did not like him that much and did not like or want to speak to him more than necessary.
He’s a bit of a fixer-upper (Frozen) code, He’s, SH, (Sherlock), a bit, (bridle for a horse), of a (Alabama), fixer-upper (fuck you) means or suggests that people were aware that there was a plot and scheme to stop and prevent Cherith from getting married, dating, or being seen with men, just to hurt me, or worse. And, you are all still doing it.
It doesn’t have to be a snowman (Frozen), with the lyrics in the keyhole, is not what you think it is. In Gresham, Oregon, I put sparklers in the lock on the door of our vehicle because I did not like holding onto the sparklers, while lit. When I went to remove the sparlers before they burned to the end, I burned my hands. It’s just a detail, and not that important.
It goes together with neighbors of my brother’s in Tuscaloosa, Alabama telling me as, my mother asked me to visit with them, some kids set off fireworks in a garage. It’s just a detail.
That goes together with, I wish you would tell me why (Frozen), this German man trying to get all the details, of what went wrong. And, this Germany man, this German man, is a really, a no pressure kind of guy and man.
Elated or gassy (Frozen) says, egg. How do New Zealander’s pronounce the word, egg? Really uninteresting to me.
Okay, bye (Frozen) reads, Obi-Wan-Kenobi, meaning being able to see the unseen.
As I have not really watched the Fixer-Upper scene in Frozen yet, it is actually, really disturbing. It’s not what you think it is.
Creggan, I never liked the real-estate agent that sold you your home in Tuscaloosa.
Scene: at a table in the real-estate agent’s office, me on one side of the table, the real-estate agent opposite me, my brother at the end of the table, or head. It is seen in the movie, The Lovely Bones, with the dollhouse (my mother had a dollhouse, in our Plant City home, on the plant shelf, above the kitchen cabinets, and there was an electrical outlet) scene, and the police officer. I am the police officer. My brother is placed as the murderer, or Stanley Tucci’s character.
Do you want to know why?
This real-estate agent would not have known this, someone altered his clothing. It is also, in the, I am Sherlocked scene in Sherlock, there is something in their clothing that cannot be detected by seeing. A person who is able to see the unseen are the only people who would be able to know, or do, brain work. I am not the only one.
It is in his shirt and pants. It is why I wanted to snarl at him all the time. It was my reaction to him.
At the time, I could not believe how my brother was able to speak and manage speaking to this real-estate agent.
What was in his shirt and pants, is mostly, classified. It is not just crime scenes. It’s intel and information. I found it difficult to speak to him.
The first house he showed us, me, my brother, and my mother, in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, was more than a fixer-upper, and my mother was furious, that they would present my brother with such a house.
It was meant for me, Creggan, not you.
That house, that first house, that fixer-upper, goes together with the garage-style building in Gresham, Oregon that was used to lure children, and its connection to the Salmon murders in The Lovely Bones.
The reason this dental assistant repeatedly talked about her husband renovating their kitchen? They had placed crime scene evidence of one of these children, Salmon murders, in – an upper cabinet, in the kitchen.
That is not the most gruesome part, the gruesome part of that home – was all over the – walls.
As a matter of national security, a crime that is in the past, has already been committed, cannot be undone. And, the criminal, did not survive. I look to the future, not the past. As a matter of national security.
It’s gruesome because I actually see it, and I actually feel it. I actually see the suffering, hurt, harm, the agony of these victims, and they were children. It’s really, gross.
And, some people, were again, trying to get me and my family out of Florida because it was killing my mother.
This is a detail, there is a photograph of my mother and a male Spanish exchange student that was visiting with my mother in our home in Plant City, Florida, I took the photograph.
There is an iced tea glass in the photo, and the poster on the wall, I purchased at the Hobby Lobby in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I had been pondering this purchase at the same Jo-Ann fabrics store that I was looking for archival boxes to store my mother’s wedding dress bodice in 2012.
Elsa’s dress in Frozen, Let It Go, is very similar to the same color of my archival boxes I purchased at The Container Store.
Why my mother was attacked with a something that looked similar to a stroke, yet not a stroke while working at Disney, and it was allowed to happen, I do not understand.
Another detail that could be of interest to someone, I purchased a white terry-cloth robe, at a store in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
I am greatly upset, as I have been for the last several days, or since being fired.
I do not appreciate someone stealing my Private Property, No Trespassing sign.
I am so angered at having to call the Sheriff’s department for the last two nights, I have turned off all news reporting agencies and networks.
David, I hope you and your new girlfriend are happy together, leave me alone. I don’t love you like that. Not for a long time. Break my heart so many times, its human nature, to protect yourself against – such a threat and pain.
Harry, I don’t love you. Leave me alone.
Englishman, I don’t love you.
FBI man, I don’t love you. Leave me alone.
Other FBI man, I don’t know you to love you.
You are all confusing work, with a real relationship, and love.
As soon as I formed an attachment to my boyfriend, you all tried to take it and him away from me.
Why the real Hannibal Lecter hurt me with PID, I have no idea. I did nothing wrong.
FBI, you let the real Hannibal Lecter, get to me. And, hurt me. Physically. Then, you let him hurt me, emotionally.
No wonder, I don’t want to work with you, or any of you. Any intelligence. And, now, that includes, the military.
So, all of you, have done nothing, but hurt me, and hurt me, and hurt me. How else am I supposed to feel?
Why this was brought to me yesterday, I do not know. Someone wants me to believe that former President Carter understands why they used the pilot to guide me to the Carter museum in Georgia, in 2014. Believing I have the makings of a Politian. However, they should have let me – choose. Because their predicting of the outcome has not proven to be the best. And, they’ll never know now, what benefit could have happened had I gone to the Coca-Cola location in Atlanta, Georgia. Real or not this is what was brought to me, yesterday.
Too angry to cry. Too hurt to let you do it, again.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 