Wednesday, February 23, 2022

"There'll be no strings to bind your hands" - 4:00 AM in the morning, Me and My Nigger

Well, to continue writing about trying to write a god-damned thing with electrodes in my groin & my skull, let's talk about the American Artistic Movement that went on here. Yes, in Russia, one-hundred years ago, writing books, literature and philosophy was really popular (on everybody's mind, in many parts of Europe). You know, that analyzing history by thinking about what kinds of art were popular during the time when The Empire thrived - makes it tremendously easier to understand that Empire. The Russians had a lot of writers. The Roman Empire - as you should know if you read a history book - built ampitheater's all around the Medditerranean. The acting in the first large acting-stage ever built (near the Parthenon in Greece) spread to Rome and all around Southern Europe and North Africa. Africa, itself, has quite a few Roman Theaters.

But I want to talk about this awful thing they try to call "The United States of America." In the United States, somewhere between 1940 and 1965, a giant movement of singers sprung (sort-of and out-of no-where). I was born after it had all started, but when I was a kid, putting on MTV was pretty common around Dallas, even in the middle of class at school sometimes. Though the Russian's had their writers, and the Roman's their actors, far and away the largest kind of 'stuff' to go on in the United States was singing. My own dad had ove 5,000 records when I was a kid, and he was mostly a business man. I know everybody has heard the song "The Angel of the Morning" even if you couldn't really pick it out of a box of records or CDs.

It's a wondeful song to wake up to at 4:00 in the morning when "The Nightmare" (The Dallas Butcherocracy) has decided it is time for you to wake up.

I have a smoke detector in my room, and one of the many lessons I had as a kid in the Richardson Independent School District of Dallas, is that the rapists of the City love to use "Fire Department Equipment" as a form of surveillance. It's likely (in my mind, anyway) that anybody reading this has a smoke-alarm in their room connected (ostensibly) to the "Municipal Fire Department" Computer Systems. If you look at it closely, you see half a dozen wires in the thing, and the fire department that I knew growing in the 1980's explained to me very well that it was just another surveillance device. Those wires are connected to a small microphone that allows the rape-ocracy to listen to you when you are in your bedroom at night. It allows them to reply to you through your ear-drum implants when 'they' are speaking to 'you'

Walking around my High School ripping out surveillance cameras and surveillance audio that had been installed was one of my past-times when I was younger. Keeping on top of things was the only way to get the A+ grades that I had in my classes. I took geography, sure, but I took history, philosophy, match, phsyics etc...

Talking about paranoia isn't always the most enjoyable thing to do, but it's like eating breakfast, or washing your laundry - you have to do it if you want a clear conscience. I mean, if we lived in a land that had a government which didn't purport or support a lot of injustice and repression, you wouldn't need to do such things (talk about fears - laundry & breakfast are important everywhere).

Can I prove this to you? No, I cannot. These are not conspiracy theories, nor am I going to tell you that I am some kind of "fact machine." Some things are facts, and I try as best I can to say what proof I do have. As far as the micro-chips in my ears, I have 25 years of experiencing of fighting, listening, replying and arguing with these damned things in my ears and eyes. I went to college, I took classes even at Harvard University (some of them, it was down the street from M.I.T.). The smoke alarm has a micro-phone in it? That's what I was told by my implants. I have argued with them for 25 years. I don't have a photo of the office tower listening to me; I cannot provide to you that level of proof.

How about this? Try removing your smoke-detector, I have tried numerous times. Within a day, 25 police and fire-deparment officials will be at your door telling you that you will be arraigned and evicted if you try to remove it. Now, I cannot go on about all of the "possible locations" that a bug or surveillance device could possibly be placed in Dallas. Mountains of them sit in pulic in plain view and plain sight. Those are facts. I have tried to remove numerous fire-department equipment from 4 different locations where I have lived in the past 25 years (since being implanted), and I have been assailed and threatened for doing so everytime. That is a provable fact.

So it is 4:00 in the morning, and the surgically-implanted micro-chips in my skull really can be (and often are) used as an alarm clock! Who set the alarm for 4:00 in the morning? If I could meet the man who did, he would already be dead. This is how I feel about the crimes that they have committed against, and against the people. Try negotiating! They can hear you when you talk - dependent upon where you are in Dallas. Control and authoritarianism cannot function without a lot of spying, watching, evesdropping and surveillance.

Here's the song I got to listen to each morning @ 4:00 A.M. 'They' love to 'DJ' with me, as I'm always listening to some (former) American Top 40 Hit from the past 60 years. This was really popular in the 1960's, and came back in the 1980's. Music today, isn't very important, but in the offices North Dallas Brain Control, the black men who love to talk to us, to influence us, to sabotage our dreams and hopes, music is a very powerful force for controlling the mind. Though there is probably no one who ever sang this one who had evil intentions for subjugating a population, and that clearly isn't the intent, if you were even thinking about planning something intelligent for later that morning, hearing this inside your brain at 4:00 A.M. will set back any plans that you had for anything other than the most menial and trivial of tasks.

As you stew in anger at the people who control you. I mean, I liked to song. I remember hearing when I was little. At 4:30 A.M. being ordered to write Java Software, and being bombarded by these lyrics until I turn the on the actual song, using YouTube, really isn't my version of art-appreciation. I loved the music, but not like this.

This is fact to me, cuz I had to listen to it at 4:00 AM today. (Oh, and "The Offices" love to brag about being black, and controlling a white person)
There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
There's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
 
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter anyhow
If morning's echo says we've sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we're victims of the night
I won't be blinded by the light

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away
I won't beg you to stay with me

Through the tears
Of the day
Of the years
Baby

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darling
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darling

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