Post by Mr. B1ack
Gee ... TOOK here awhile eh ? :-)
With Harvey Moneybags and her own letcherous hubby
in the picture, Trump's occasional ass-patting fades to
utter insignificance. Likely all that left-wing 'moralizing'
is, like the Russia! thing, just a smokescreen to cover up
their own more-serious behaviors.
Ever hear of Klansman Byrd and his sex slave ring?
Kelly had already been escorted by agents to her rendezvous with him
that morning, during which time I had been ordered to one of U.S.
Senator Robert C. Byrd’s offices located in the nearby FBI Hoover Building.
There, Byrd reinforced his holds on me by claiming control of the
Justice Department and "proving" once again that I had "no where to run
and no where to hide". My horror reaction was compounded when Byrd
looked at his pocket watch and notified me in Alice in Wonderland
cryptic language, "You’re late, you’re late for a very important date, "
referring to my meeting with Bush.
I sprinted from the Hoover Building, encountering Houston who waited
just outside. Houston hurried me to the Smithsonian where I waited for
my escorts as instructed at the "Face Changing" exhibit. This
computerized exhibit illustrates how an individual’s face can take on a
radically different appearance by slightly altering any single feature.
The exhibit fascinated me as a programmed MPD since multiples often
experience the unnerving phenomena of routinely not recognizing
themselves in a mirror due to switching personalities. A multiple’s face
often changes slightly with each switch, which "validates" the religious
communities’ perceptions of so-called "demonic possession" in occultism.
Logic quickly dispels this belief when it is realized that everyone’s
expression changes according to emotion, by skin color and tones, blood
pressure, and by tightening or relaxing specific micro muscles. An MPD’s
face changes are more exaggerated when these natural conditions are
combined with the results of sophisticated programming.
Bennett apparently found perverse pleasure in whipping me. With my
wrists bruised and my body stinging with pain, Bennett lit up a
cigarette and cryptically asked, "Was that your first cum-union with an
He threw me my clothes, and ordered, "Make yourself presentable. Make
sure your wrists are covered. I’m not waiting around for you, I’ll see
you in the morning."
Bennett left. After awhile I was escorted back to Byrd, with whom I
spent a brutal, short night. On the way to his room, Byrd told me,
"You’ve got work to do come morning with Mr. Bennett. Working for him is
like working for me. We are working in conjunction with the state
Governors in an effort to implement the Global 2000 Report education
formula for the future. I am excited at the prospect of meddling in the
future through what I accomplish today. Since I hold this country’s
purse strings, it is up to me to delegate as much funding as is
necessary to implement the educational program. I’ve withheld funding
and withheld funding to the point where the individual states must rely
on federal funding to get them out of hot water financially. I am ready
to do just that so long as they follow my guidelines. Mr. Bennett is
working out the details of this plan, and will be sharing much of that
with you. I need you to do what you do best by enlisting the full
cooperation of state government at the upcoming Governor’s Convention. I
have never demanded Conventional sex of you before, but this time is
different. Persuade these Governors at their weakest moment -- bring
them to their knees while you are on yours, and convince them that
global education is the gateway to the future if there is to be any
future at all."
Early the next morning, deep underground in the NASA’s Goddard Space
Flight Center mind-control lab near D.C., Bill Bennett began preparing
me for the program. NASA uses various "CIA designer drugs" to chemically
alter the brain and create exactly the mindset required at the time.
Huntsville, Alabama’s NASA drug of choice, "Train-quility," created a
feeling of absolute, peaceful compliance and a sensation of walking on
air. The drug administered this time was sufficiently similar to
Tranquility to create total compliance. The beating I had endured the
night before had rendered me helpless, anyway, and I could barely crawl
up onto the cold, metal lab table as the drug took effect.