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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I had a déjà vu at 2:10am on Tuesday morning, too early for me to use, much to the relief of that Mark. So it was probably going to be early evening, plus or minus several hours.
Over an early breakfast, I told my families, "I think it's going to happen this evening..."
"Oh n..." started Julia, who was stopped by a look from her mother. "Sorry Mark."
"Don't worry about it, love. I feel the same way, only with more swear words.
-- "I guess it'll be some time around 7pm, but it's very imprecise. It could be within four hours either side, or even wider. It'll take about one and a half minutes from when I know about it to when I have to go. I won't be able to give you any more warning than that, so I'll carry one of the security walkie-talkies with me so when it starts I can get them to sound the siren right away. Come running and I'll fetch you with NP as soon as you're in range." Prof didn't even look tempted to ask questions about the process of my transcending matter and energy. He'd probably be curious when he thought about it later, but he had dismissed his scientific curiosity for the last few days as there were more important things to think about and value.
-- "If you agree, I'd like to do it outside so the news-choppers can get it on film. I'll throw in some special lighting effects, but it's mainly so they see my body die. I want there to be no doubt about that, so the damned Government doesn't keep intruding into your lives." We'd already discussed having a doctor on hand to confirm my death and issue my death certificate. I'm donating my body to medical science too, so there'll be no doubt that I'm very dead. Maybe some good would come out of it; certainly an enormous number of bizarre medical puzzles will. Those puzzles will confirm my special nature, especially as one of the terms of my Will is that the research on my body is to be done publicly and the results made available to everyone who wants them, which will put even more pressure on the Government to reform its illegal attitudes because it'll provide a great deal of evidence that maybe my body could have provided the secrets of immortality and perpetual health.
I had to give a media interview because the cover story required it. I wandered down to the gate after breakfast to get it done and out of the way. My families stuck close, as they would all day.
The throng erupted into a storm of questions yelled through the gates. So much that I couldn't hear anything distinct.
I said to the guard next to me, "Can I borrow your gun please?" He handed it over without question, which was probably naughty of him.
I flicked the safety off, pointed it up and to the left, in a direction I knew there were farmers' fields rather than city housing, then pulled the trigger, {BANG}. The cops could charge me for it tomorrow.
Silence had started falling as soon as the guard had given me his gun, but it fell totally now. The guard said, "You missed. Try again."
I chuckled as I gave him his gun back, before I yielded to the temptation.
To the reporters I said, "I have ZERO patience for your childish screaming today. Thanks in large part to your profession devoting most of its energies to reporting worthless nonsense rather than providing a useful public service by upholding democracy, I have to die today to..."
"Why do you have to die?" yelled a particularly stupid, impatient reporter.
I looked up, saying, "Shut her up please, angel."
The angel appeared, zoomed toward the reporter, picked her up, and with her screaming in terror, carried her away across the fields.
"What's it going to do with her?"
I looked up to say, "Him too please, angel."
Another angel appeared, and repeated the process with the male reporter. He repeated his part of the process by screaming. My cover story required me to be unhappy about dying. It was an easy act and I didn't mind at all that reporters were the unwitting and unwitted victims of my unhappiness.
In the silence after his departure, I said, "As I was saying, I have to die today to keep my bargain with God, otherwise He would've destroyed DC. I HATE that I have to die and hurt all the people that love me because your profession totally failed in its duty to be our first line of defense against Government corruption and abuse. Because of the social importance of your profession, you are granted extraordinary privileges and protections that no other profession enjoys. You've got laws that protect you from court orders to divulge your sources, through to getting better access to public events, officials, crime scenes, etc., and you're able to get away with being far nosier than other people because "The public has a right to know." Those additional rights are given to you so your profession can carry out your socially important role, but how do you respond? Not by recognizing that by accepting your privileges you're also accepting any obligation. No, you'd rather climb the walls of starlets' homes so you can photograph them sunbathing topless because you can make more money publishing pictures of tits.
-- "Your incessant and fevered concentration on issues at the level of which trashy LA slut isn't wearing panties has meant our Government has been freely permitted to behave criminally for so long that they no longer have any respect for the law or concern for the consequences of breaking it. They're so used to getting away with everything that in their arrogance they even believe they can keep secrets from God! Their arrogance is so extreme that they were willing to gamble with the lives of millions of innocent Washingtonians, just like the CIA was risking tens of millions of our lives when it was developing biological weapons in Fort Dodge and the other smaller facilities that Majestic Countdown exposed. Your profession's failures have led directly to my death, so I have ZERO tolerance for your crap today. I have only a few hours of life left, and I'm not going to waste it putting up with yelled interruptions from gutter-crawling trash like you."
-- I visibly collected myself, then more calmly proceeded, "God tells me that my death will be some time in the next several hours. I got the impression it'll be this evening but I'm not sure about that. I don't know why He's being so imprecise, but I'm sure He's got His reasons. I would much rather die in privacy, in the arms of my family, but in a hopeful attempt to convince the Government not to dangerously intrude into my families' lives yet again, I will try to die outside so you can film it happening.
-- "When I go, the..."
I was interrupted by a reporter who just couldn't help herself. She got barely the first half of her first word out, when the angel appeared in front of her. Too late she remembered why all her competitors were silent. She managed to get out both the first and last halves of a very loud scream as she was grabbed and flown away.
That gave her peers the opportunity to look in that direction, where they saw what was happening to the previous two reporters. They were several hundred feet away, being towed in speedy circles around a field, held by one foot and facedown to make it much worse for them. They were battered, bruised, bloodied, and especially in the first woman's case, bawling.
I restarted, "When I go, the Guardian Angel will leave with me, leaving my extended family defenseless. I'm VERY worried about that because the Government was already stealing biological samples from my sisters and parents, and you know the FBI rigged poisonous gas canisters to kill every one of us not long ago, and used the stealth plane to try to kill my parents. The insanity of our Government's evil knows no bounds so my family and I fear those assholes very much. This morning I talked to God via His Guardian Angel, and He assured me that He'll keep an eye on everyone in my extended family.
-- "I don't know what 'keeping an eye on' means, but as the CIA discovered, no one can keep secrets from God, so I find that very reassuring. Anyone would have to be insane to act against my family now. The trouble is that our Government IS insane. Insane with power, arrogance, corruption, greed, and a total lack of human decency. Their repeated attacks on my family have all been insane and I have no doubt that if they're left to carry on the way they have, then they'll commit yet another insanity soon. Each of their previous attacks has usually been only a few weeks after they swore they'd never do it again.
-- "One thing I'm sure of is that God believes in escalating punishments. Archangel Michael and the Guardian Angel have both proved that several times. I won't be here to sacrifice myself to avert the punishment if there's a next time and I expect whatever that punishment is to be a great deal worse than the nuking of a single small city. I grew up thinking that America was a nation favored by God, but it's obvious to me now that the stink of America's evil offends God. I doubt very much that He has any reluctance toward wiping America out. After the repeated actions of your elected representatives, I imagine He's looking forward to wiping all of you out.
-- "I am beseeching the people of America to take action. You cannot leave your Government the way it is. It is evil, insane, and is determinedly on a path that will lead to the destruction of God knows how many tens or hundreds of millions of you, if not the entire nation. You cannot trust your media to keep your Government honest because the media is far more interested in sticking its noses and lenses up the skirts of worthless LA sluts. The PEOPLE have to do something to take control of Government. You've let your Government commit evil in your name far too long, and if you don't quickly step in to stop it doing just one more evil against my families, then you'll deserve to have God destroy you all."
I turned and walked away, my families joining me. I always like to finish my speeches on an upbeat note, and in this case it'd been "If anyone touches my families, God will beat up America."
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