ISIS: Terror In America

[Michael Barwell]

I'm old enough to remember a time when the police would often surround or trap violent perpetrators and there would ensue long negotiations. Usually they got to arrest the persons involved, occasionally they would take their own lives. Now, the Police and authorities only kill (or overkill) anyone they suspect, have been told to suspect, or is the designated patsy. Now, once the Police or even one police officer at the scene thinks you are 'the bad guy', you are as good as dead....no matter how innocent you are.

They're crazy & blood-thirsty for sure; the level of psychological sadism is quite insane, and the pain has been enough to drop me like water. They paint you as everything bad, then they take it as read. A system of read 'n' feed mind 'control' (cognitive read, audio & visual) thru' the mobile 'phone network, to kill with insane cruelty and to literally drive insane, people who quite literally have done nothing is really a matter of profound psycho-pathological insanity. Hard to convey. They're eager for it, and doubtless it & they, need the practice. I don't get much 'incoming' these days; the pro-cess to disintegrate my mind with their bullshit isn't going to work, now that I'm in full reactance and have kept my feet on terra firma (as opposed to their endless 'space/zero gravity/the moon/universe/galaxy'-bollocks), just the clickings and neuralgic pain pulses and aches and heart arrythmias whenever I read or hear "diemuthafuckerdie". I woke-up this morning to a sudden surge of 'tinnitus' very focused at the centre-middle-right side of my head, as usual, shortly followed by a nuralgic aching pain, and a mic auditory clicking to the BBC's text report on a Polish rapist. Very standard fare. First apparent siren apophenic reference in a fortnight (they seem embarrassed) last night, 8:41pm, to Otis Taylors' Buy Myself Some Freedom, at precisely "have mercy on me"; the shitehound language of diahorrea works it that that was a plea; Fuck 'em. Helluva thing. They're megalo-ego-maniacs; it wasn't supposed to be like this - not mad, not dead, and I know what and more-or-less how, they're doing it. Embarrassing. Dangerous.