Spending all week thinking about the next time when "they" are going to allow me to write about this cruel rape-machine that runs America makes absolutely everything else that I try to do seem insignificant and even silly. It hurts me inside to talk about "hearing voices" when I know that the only goal of the American-Government's Human-Trafficking Programs is to remain out of the public-eye, and literally out of the mouths of anyone and everyone who doesn't actually work inside their offices. When I type, I know that the reason I never hear much or anything back from anybody is literally because most people out there are perfectly petrified of the thought of standing up to such an organization. The net-result is that all of these factors make this a very lonely job, but one that I embrace, because I believe I'm making God happy (the Real-God, if there is one).
Sure I could drivel on and on about some passage from the bible; I could do that just about every day of my life? Do you know what the problem with that really is? The question "what good would it do?" is the wrong approach, and the wrong attitude. Aside from the fact that there are people who would further bury their head in the sand and "get happy" while real political-prisoners out there will continually be sexually assaulted by the electronics inside them.... Aside from all that, the real question to ask is "What harm would it do?" One thing that all of the news-idiot channels today on TV would agree is that 'Religious Radicalism' is just another variant of tyranical government.
Both sides might even agree that the reason the Catholic Church used to be called "Organized Crime" is because centuries ago (when Spain ruled the world), the European Colonies were based on traveling around the world, and meeting eastablishing themselves and their people in foreign lands. They had a penchant for terrirtory in Mexico and South American, and that is why everything from Houston down to the southern tip of South America speak Spanish today. Spanish is a European-Language, in case you forgot.
These spectacular feats were accomplished by avoided "Religious Radicals" and accepting that their are "other people" in the world (besides just Spain)
In any case, as I meander around in the dark while writing tonight, I maintain that these thoughts that I have are all a result of negotiations with Dallas Brain Control, and the words that I write, as I write them are both a result of voices that I'm hearing right now, as I type them - but also a result of years of arguing with Human-Traffickers and listening to their diatribue and their tripe.
Waking up each day wondering if today is going to be one of the good ones where all the thoughts that I have about this "regime" this "government" - or whatever the hell you would like to call an organization whose Primary Operation is to keep "The People" as dumb & ignorant as they possibly can. This post that I'm typing right now has bee going on since Friday Night, and it is now Monday Afternoon. Over the course of the weekend I've had dozens, or perhaps hundreds of ideas to include in these cute little stories that I get to write on the Internet. But you know what happens? They are annihilated by my daily doses of verbiage, gibberish, nonsense, lies, hate-speech & propaganda - all of which often feel like "only I can hear."
For two weeks I've been trying to write Blog Post that I wanted to call "Lowering the Bar for Entry". But anytime I had any thought at all that I would like to include, instead of taking notes about it on a little notepad, or maybe typing up a few sentences about it while I write my Computer Programs, instead I'm left with nothing but a barrage of "Verbal Gunfire" that tortures my mind & and my soul to the point that I barely remember the day of the week. Writing and thinking can be a source of true joy in life, but they are joys that no good man or women in the United States has understood in the past 20 years.
Initially I had wanted to type a nice long story about all of the latest news articles that I have been reading about parents & teachers condemning a lot of the depravity and immorality behind all of the LGBTQ legislation that any "American" who has tried to pay attention to the filth in Washington D.C. must have heard. To me, the easiest thing in the world is to stand there and call LGBTQ "people" (whatever the fuck that is) a bunch of depraved homos that have no place in our society - other than hiding in closets somewhere. That's both true and easy. I believe in God, and I don't think he would approve of allowing depravity and licentious behavior to be forced down the throats of anybody - particularly children inside of elementary schools. This is nothing mysterious, new or suprising. This is common sense, and common sense is one of many things that went right out the window in the 1970's and 1980's because of all the military &; police fueled violence.
But there is a bigger issue behind all of this. There is a someething more malevolent, colder & and much more evil to be investigated. Why did this happen? Back up for just a second. If you are reading this wonderful blog post that me and NDBC are writing together, and you are one of those who was buried in some kind of menial labor job never taking the least bit of notice to the stench of Washington D.C. on the televised-news, than there is a chance you are wondering what I'm even writing about. Sure, I walk around Dallas where I live, and I know that many of these "people" that go to work each morning at places like McDonald's, CVS, Whole-Foods & the DART Bus System have never heard much about LGBTQ+ Equality, and probably wouldn't really no the first thing I was talking about.
So why do I care? I mean, I do care because it is one of hundreds of horrific ideas that were shoved into my face in the past 15 years in which my face was shoved into televised news. Mind Control & Hypno-Programming forced me to watch horrifying and hateful trash on TV. Mind Control is what forced me away from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and ordered me to sleep in homeless shelters, and eventually forced me into rooms with televisions where there was nothing I was allowed to do other than watch a blank wall, or watch garbage on CNN & Fox News.
Watching conservatives congratulate themselves after 15 years of Pro-LGBTQ public broadcasting as they stand there and tell people they don't like "Liberals" is just so insulting in humiliating that I don't know how to begin to describe it. In the mid 1980's the people who knew what CNN was (and are still around) might remember images of "Ronald Reagan" yelling about the Berllin Wall that the Russian Army had built in the 1960's. Watching the man yell "Tear Down this Wall" given just how many American's had been slaughtered in that decade made the whole experience bizzare and scary. I mean, when I was growing up, knowing that there was no way life in Russia was worse than it was in U.S.A. was very obvious. And there was Reagan tellling people that "Democracy was triumphing over Communism." It was so cock-eyed and stupid that nobody really sad anything about for over 30 years.
Fox News that now champions itself as somoe kind of "Conservative Faction" has decided that the LGBTQ Legislation that was all the rage on both networks since Year 2010 is now a big problem. It sounds as stupid to me as proclaiming that you just turned the corner in your life, and have attended your first match class, and now know that 2 + 2 = 4! (on National-Television, with millions of people watching)
I mean, if I were to barge into the White House, and sieze the government (as per the allegations against the 1/6 people), I promise you that both Anderson Cooper and his Husband would no longer be around. I would ask my subordinates to give the rapist of men 30 seconds to decide between execution or deportation to Nigeria, where he can go have butt-sex with all the niggers that he wants.
The purpose of these pages is to document the most apocalyptic human-rights atrocity in human-history: hypno-programming the american-slave. Slaves in the United States are implanted and turned into automotons using electrical implants in their bodies. The slave-traffickers hide in the office-towers in and around Dallas, watching security-cameras, stealing money, and sexually assaulting human-beings.
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Monday, September 25, 2023
Sunday, September 10, 2023
Karate Elbow Pain, and Self-Defense with Electronic Implants
I spent the day at the Richardson Public Library, which is here in Dallas (75080). I've been going to that building since I was 8 years old, and I remember that the first book I ever read I picked up at that library. How difficult it is to write anything at all - let alone Java Source Code and blog posts about the government - when listening and even "seeing" the electronics broadcast "stuff" into my head is next to impossible to explain. But I move forward. I know how "the regime" here in the United States fights the people, they force it out of you! They put you in front of a computer and tell you to write. The force you to make an effort to type something into anything that resembles a journal, and then humiliate you and everything for which you have ever tried to stand with the thoughts by which you are bombarded as soon as you write the words "Dear Diary." I have been through the resistance to this horrible government-experiment since the day I was implanted in 1995.
So "they" (to reiterate: the voice-recordings I hear when I am sitting at this Microsoft-Box)... "They" are telling me this is a pretty good opening thus far. I spent the day partially getting work done, and somewhat in a partial panic thinking that I was going to be writing something to my blog. The thoughts swirl around in my head - which part of the incomprehensible tapestry of thoughts about this "regime" are going to be put into HTML tonight. The pain of knowing that anything I try to plan inside my own mind as I sit lazily in a nice air-conditioned library can be fully incinerated by "The Matrix" before I even walk into my front door at home to have dinner. Swirling around in their today is one of the myriad 1980's song-lyrics by the "Base - How low can you go?" (It's a 30 second clip of a song by the people who called themselves "Public Enemy"). And what if on the ride home, "they" somehow changed it?
So I am constantly thinking about what the English Expression "Lowering the Bar" and "Lowering the Barrier for Entry" even mean. In fact, every time I am forced by black people to think about black people whenever I'm trying to get anything done on the computer I am unable to escape the thoughts of "how low these pieces of shit are really going!" I wanted to have my own life, and I don't want to be owned by somebody else. However, as long as these electronics are inside of me, even making one single daily plan for tomorrow can be made into an internation joke in a matter of minutes if "My Master" decides to make it into a joke.
Now, I wrote the above three paragraphs early Friday Evening after returning home from the Richardson Library and having the dinner my wife made for me. The dinner was followed by the usual fighting since - she too - has electronic-implants inside her body and when "Her Master" (which I amicably call "Her Other Boyfriend") wants her in a bad mood, she will just sit there for hours talking to herself and imaginary people around her. It's truly sad, and - as I have just explained - it can ruin an entire day, and entire week - and entire life if North Dallas Brain Control has decided that it should. There is not one damned thing that I, Ralph Torello, can do about it. In any case, I started writing on Friday, and half-way through the exercise, I had my "sore elbow" return and I just couldn't sit in a chair without feeling pain shooting throughout my arm.
I've written in previous posts that I started practicing a little bit of Self-Defense in the form of YouTube Karate Lessons at the very end of Year 2021. With any type of sport or exercise, taking time off is definitely an important part to do and to also understand. I took June & July off, and in August I started up again, watching a You-Tube Video here and there, and then practicing out back. On Thursday Night I ripped hurt my elbow practing a "Karate Chop" to the Neck-Nerves area (which is called the Cervical Plexus). Anything that makes black-people on the DART Train (who also have electrical-implants inside their bodies) and are busy smoking cocaine out of their crack-pies seem less scary makes me excited in practicing Karate Chops. I had never really thought more than a second about the "Solar Plexus" or the "Cervical Plexus" until Year 2023. Apparently hitting a person there is good for rendering them immobilized.
Anyways by Friday Afternoon, sitting at a keyboard hurt my right arm bad enough to prevent me from typing much at all. It is now Sunday Afternoon, and I have just returned from the mall. There were three of four niggers right next to me trying to sell me dog food and cat food and one of them was visibily smoking a glass cocaine pipe right in front of me! North Park Mall is a really nice place to go in Dallas.
But you know what the worst part about it all was? My ear-drum implants were literally speaking volumes to me about what those four niggger-trash "individuals" (for lack of any other term) were doing four years ago at that same Train-Stop with me right next to them. The electronics inside my skull were sitting there bragging about how "four years ago" (2019 - before the COVID-19 festivities) those same black men were sitting at the station right next to me - with a big bag of money / cash they had stolen from somewhere. Then "they" proceeded to tell me that the police officer that I later saw on the train this afternoon was sitting with them trying to smoke their drugs with them. One thing to know about Dallas is that if "crime" is the problem, in most cases the Dallas Police Department could never help do anything but make the situation 100 times worse for honest people.
I become terrified even hearing the word "police", because in my heart, and in my mind, if the Dallas Police Department were obliterated and their leaders imprisoned and killed - I could carry a gun when I went to the grocery store to defend myself. As long as the Police Departments rule the streets, only law abiding citizens like myself have to live in fear of injustice, repression, oppression and violence. If I opened fire on an "African American" at the Train Station who was threatening me and in possession of a Crack Pipe - when the Niggers at Dallas Police would arrive, there is simply zero chance whatsoever I would be taken allowed to go home - ZERO (I would be taken to the prison immediately). The reasons Law Abiding Citizens live in fear is because of the corrupt, ignorant & racist nature of organizations like the Dallas Police. Nigger Trash are the only people that the Dallas Police Department have ever hired since the rise of Obama's Black Power Movement here.
Anyway, the complexity of the analysis of crime, justice, politics and law in Dallas is incomprhensible to me when one factors in that their really are slave-traffickers mind-washing people in this city, that writing about any of it seems next to impossible half of the time to me. This post "feels" very different than things I have written before it. I hear voices when I type because the terrorist organization that I call "NDBC" (North Dallas Brain Control) are talking to me whenever I'm in front of a computer. I am often able to differentiate when I'm "just thinking" versus when I'm actually listening to "external stimuli" inside my skull that are being broadcast into me. Yes, it is a very maddening experience - and it can cause depression - when I'm trying to relax on a train or inside of a library thinking that I might just be cracking up today, and that the government isn't responsible for a damn thing that I have thought about this afternoon
I try to say this as often as I can, I write these words because "they" appear to be helping me write them. Psychological conditioning is very powerful when it comes to prevent educated people from writing about actual government. (And it is a disaster when it comes to making everyday employees perform better at their chosen careers).
So "they" (to reiterate: the voice-recordings I hear when I am sitting at this Microsoft-Box)... "They" are telling me this is a pretty good opening thus far. I spent the day partially getting work done, and somewhat in a partial panic thinking that I was going to be writing something to my blog. The thoughts swirl around in my head - which part of the incomprehensible tapestry of thoughts about this "regime" are going to be put into HTML tonight. The pain of knowing that anything I try to plan inside my own mind as I sit lazily in a nice air-conditioned library can be fully incinerated by "The Matrix" before I even walk into my front door at home to have dinner. Swirling around in their today is one of the myriad 1980's song-lyrics by the "Base - How low can you go?" (It's a 30 second clip of a song by the people who called themselves "Public Enemy"). And what if on the ride home, "they" somehow changed it?
So I am constantly thinking about what the English Expression "Lowering the Bar" and "Lowering the Barrier for Entry" even mean. In fact, every time I am forced by black people to think about black people whenever I'm trying to get anything done on the computer I am unable to escape the thoughts of "how low these pieces of shit are really going!" I wanted to have my own life, and I don't want to be owned by somebody else. However, as long as these electronics are inside of me, even making one single daily plan for tomorrow can be made into an internation joke in a matter of minutes if "My Master" decides to make it into a joke.
Now, I wrote the above three paragraphs early Friday Evening after returning home from the Richardson Library and having the dinner my wife made for me. The dinner was followed by the usual fighting since - she too - has electronic-implants inside her body and when "Her Master" (which I amicably call "Her Other Boyfriend") wants her in a bad mood, she will just sit there for hours talking to herself and imaginary people around her. It's truly sad, and - as I have just explained - it can ruin an entire day, and entire week - and entire life if North Dallas Brain Control has decided that it should. There is not one damned thing that I, Ralph Torello, can do about it. In any case, I started writing on Friday, and half-way through the exercise, I had my "sore elbow" return and I just couldn't sit in a chair without feeling pain shooting throughout my arm.
I've written in previous posts that I started practicing a little bit of Self-Defense in the form of YouTube Karate Lessons at the very end of Year 2021. With any type of sport or exercise, taking time off is definitely an important part to do and to also understand. I took June & July off, and in August I started up again, watching a You-Tube Video here and there, and then practicing out back. On Thursday Night I ripped hurt my elbow practing a "Karate Chop" to the Neck-Nerves area (which is called the Cervical Plexus). Anything that makes black-people on the DART Train (who also have electrical-implants inside their bodies) and are busy smoking cocaine out of their crack-pies seem less scary makes me excited in practicing Karate Chops. I had never really thought more than a second about the "Solar Plexus" or the "Cervical Plexus" until Year 2023. Apparently hitting a person there is good for rendering them immobilized.
Anyways by Friday Afternoon, sitting at a keyboard hurt my right arm bad enough to prevent me from typing much at all. It is now Sunday Afternoon, and I have just returned from the mall. There were three of four niggers right next to me trying to sell me dog food and cat food and one of them was visibily smoking a glass cocaine pipe right in front of me! North Park Mall is a really nice place to go in Dallas.
But you know what the worst part about it all was? My ear-drum implants were literally speaking volumes to me about what those four niggger-trash "individuals" (for lack of any other term) were doing four years ago at that same Train-Stop with me right next to them. The electronics inside my skull were sitting there bragging about how "four years ago" (2019 - before the COVID-19 festivities) those same black men were sitting at the station right next to me - with a big bag of money / cash they had stolen from somewhere. Then "they" proceeded to tell me that the police officer that I later saw on the train this afternoon was sitting with them trying to smoke their drugs with them. One thing to know about Dallas is that if "crime" is the problem, in most cases the Dallas Police Department could never help do anything but make the situation 100 times worse for honest people.
I become terrified even hearing the word "police", because in my heart, and in my mind, if the Dallas Police Department were obliterated and their leaders imprisoned and killed - I could carry a gun when I went to the grocery store to defend myself. As long as the Police Departments rule the streets, only law abiding citizens like myself have to live in fear of injustice, repression, oppression and violence. If I opened fire on an "African American" at the Train Station who was threatening me and in possession of a Crack Pipe - when the Niggers at Dallas Police would arrive, there is simply zero chance whatsoever I would be taken allowed to go home - ZERO (I would be taken to the prison immediately). The reasons Law Abiding Citizens live in fear is because of the corrupt, ignorant & racist nature of organizations like the Dallas Police. Nigger Trash are the only people that the Dallas Police Department have ever hired since the rise of Obama's Black Power Movement here.
Anyway, the complexity of the analysis of crime, justice, politics and law in Dallas is incomprhensible to me when one factors in that their really are slave-traffickers mind-washing people in this city, that writing about any of it seems next to impossible half of the time to me. This post "feels" very different than things I have written before it. I hear voices when I type because the terrorist organization that I call "NDBC" (North Dallas Brain Control) are talking to me whenever I'm in front of a computer. I am often able to differentiate when I'm "just thinking" versus when I'm actually listening to "external stimuli" inside my skull that are being broadcast into me. Yes, it is a very maddening experience - and it can cause depression - when I'm trying to relax on a train or inside of a library thinking that I might just be cracking up today, and that the government isn't responsible for a damn thing that I have thought about this afternoon
I try to say this as often as I can, I write these words because "they" appear to be helping me write them. Psychological conditioning is very powerful when it comes to prevent educated people from writing about actual government. (And it is a disaster when it comes to making everyday employees perform better at their chosen careers).
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