Nothing special here - just another Funny-Lookin' Human Misfit inna' Funny Hat, is all. Too smart to be a cop and not smart enuf (atl least yet) to be a Cosmic Creator in my own right. But old enuf to Know Better and WHY SO as well. So Planet Earth is home for now, Heaven help Her.

Deeply literate, some college, fiercely independent (which is why only SOME college, thank you).

Was used as a Research Subject in a cross-species Colonizing Parasite experiment from 1960 forward, said inoculations being administered under the little-mentioned Enforcement Arm of the better-known Op Mockingbird. (That gang took post-wwII peaceniks such as my father VERY seriously. With great prejudice.)

So I was utterly and truly psyopped by Miz Porter the Teacher, that Sunday in the summer of 1960, into (in net effect) becoming the Horse's Head in Poppa's bed - which only made HIS fight *quieter*. (Teehee.) Poppa tried for medical help and was treated with utter disrespect and contempt. I was too young and event-shocked at the time to do much of anything about any part of it all until much later.

A /sub/ /rosa/ US Army Intelligence connection has recently confirmed the criminal bioweapon assault, much to the Agency's credit, btw and thank you. The Man let on that to the best of their knowledge, YT's the longest-lived survivor of that foul program. "HOW MANY OTHERS, PLEASE?" "I'll get back to you on that..." (Not holding my breath.)

So now, having at the crisis-point perforce cram-studied, learned and promptly applied plenty relevant Old School pre-Rockefeller Curative Medicine from an UNCENSORED Internet instead of just laying down and dying in agony as was professionally expected, this one finds they can likely now cure-up just about any manner of Insect and/or Fungus Infection - because now, unlike the symptom-suppressing schmendricks of the US Medical Establishment, I actually know HOW.

And thus got my LIFE back. ;)

Moreover, I can STILL build a properly DATA-SECURED Linux-based personal computer, sweep a floor, wash a dish, thread a pipe, build a wall, change a circuit breaker, talk intelligently with Kind Holy Creator, fashion useful and/or pretty things from hot glass, analyze problematic+complex social and technological systems to sensible resolution and generally carry on as though Leonardo's heyday of Renaissance never faded.

Which is why a certain radically violent "NeoTribal" faction of the corporatized, non-Constitutionally compliant USG probably still hates me. You know the ones - they "ax-dent-ly" burn libraries, deliberately force poison into innocent children (blaming and prosecuting the bewildered parents once the kid starts bouncin' 'n' rockin' like a chimp), generally treat all Others as though they were cattle (goyim) and force the science-deficient Common Core "dumb-'em-down-to-stupid" curriculum down said "goyim"'s throats.

Nuthin' pers'nal, mind you, only the Standing Cultural Agenda, y'see? VERY profitable! No conspiracy - only a standing Business Plan.

Now get this: A "retired" US NAVAL Intelligence man filled YT in on the basics of all that and MUCH more, thirty-odd years back. He was devotedly Jewish. Now I am not only half Indigenous (loving it!) but "ein yddl" (just a Little Jew, not a Big One like the baby-jab gang) too! (Good Things can indeed "rub off".)

But the Big Ones are dirty criminal thugz anywho, no matter the religion nor tribal line. So phuqqum. THAT gang shall NOT be what kills me. Life Extension Technology ain't THAT tough to master.

So I live quietly, lend a good human hand where I can, live at peace with my neighbors on sound First Principles and thank Heaven every day that there are no more disgusting colonies of tiny multi-legged monsters and their fellow-travelers from the Ohio State University Arachnoid Lab any longer resident in MY flesh.

And occasionally weep for my kept-ignorant neighbors' fates as they writhe in agony from the arthritis and/or blame everything BUT the Right Thing (usually candida albicans or similar) for their steadily ongoing bodily deterioration. And move to improve 'em when they will indeed have it. (Telly-Vision. UGH!)

Fact: Human Life on Earth is GOOD - especially when it's not fouled to hell and gone by means of any mind-bending top-secret, MIL-spec, Morgellons-emulating Misplaced Species condition of five prior decades' duration.

Fact: Genuinely accurate INFORMATION is the sand that grinds away ever and anon within the Criminal Machine's gearboxen. The individual cogs just do SHRIEK when it touches 'em! But some, sometimes, do come to their true senses. Makes it ALL worth while, hm. ;)

So on we GO. And that is all. 0{:-)o[