In the early morning hours of a busy night, I heard the cardiac thump of a large chopper. As it got closer, I noticed that it was at low altitude. Curious, I left my work and walked into our back garden. An olive tree covered most of it. So I stood under the tree and looked up through its leaves.
Illuminated by its own running lights, I saw distinct and descript markings of a U.S. Coast Guard helicopter as it hovered near our bed room window. You can not miss one of those at that altitude. Blazing danger orange and white. Hitting our big, undressed window with a spot light. The chopper hovered there for an inordinately long amount of time. They had no idea that I was watching them.
That room belonged to our cats. They like to lay in the sun and watch birds. But not at two in the morning. The boys in uniform learned that there was "nothing to see here." Awe. What a bummer. The depravity of these wankers gave me the creeps. I realised that they were abusing their station. Instead of rescuing people from the sea, these perverts were flying around Miami "tom-peeping" into bed room windows. You can find the same thing going on at ground level. Pick a town. Any town.
The following night, they were seen doing the same thing on the other side of our street. There is a similitude in what they did with what is today ubiquitous. Beware, young ladies, of the telephone. Should you need to call a place of business to conduct some business -- oh beware. If a man answers the phone, there is a good chance that his breeches are un-zipped.
Porn has reached saturation level. Even illiterate white trash can find porn on their cell phones. For this you can thank the same people who are dumbing down your dictionaries. The same gang who are taking literacy away from your children while pushing drugs on them. The demon-spawn who tell your kids that they are space dust. That life is purpose'less and there is no God.
Pat Tillman said it best. Only the devil's henchmen remain. All the good men are getting out of the Army. "Momma, why am I guarding the poppy fields?" Since the 60's, our streets have been coursing with heroin and cocaine. That's why, Pat.
Today you can add meth and all those addicting pills that "doctors" prescribe to your mother. In some states, you can walk into a gas station and buy edible Delta-8. It is a synthetic THC (tetrahydrocannabinol). That stuff chips away at short-term memory. An essential function of the brain. You need it to drive safely and to do anything else. Like whether or not you just took another dose of D8.
Since Miami is strung along the beach, every square inch is accounted for. They have residential crowding to the glades. A peeping tom can get his jollies in that town. Lotta dope. Lotta booze. There are roof tops on the beach where inebriated women don't even know they are getting schtupped. Yeah, it's a real show. Be careful where you go. Never accept open-top drinks. Anywhere. Ever.
I work the night shift, bitch. So I'm wide awake when you think I'm sleepin'. And know what you did to Pat Tillman. You ain' Airborne and you ain't shit. There's one battle field in the offing that you do not get to watch from your pent house. No sir. You gonna be down in it. No more planning wars for other men to fight. No more profiteering. No more false-flagging. No more gloat-&-bragging. No more hired guns. No more bull runs. Just a full-on taste of God's Business End. The Day He avenges the blood of His Saints. That will be the valley of the shadow for you.
