Moonie stops at the river to fill some jugs of water and bathe (which amounts to splashing on water) before heading back up to this sort of secluded knoll in the mountains*  Moonie wishes she could be more descriptive about place names and such because the place needs tourism: a significant portion of the local economy mostly depends on it but because the United States Government is protecting ritual killers (under some religious fweedom bullshit) who eat the brains of the victims, Moonie is stalked, targeted and harassed by them but not only them but also the pigs, what we once called police*  They’re all subbed on Facebook and other platforms so are effectively zombies who’s phones interface with their bio-electrical physiology to be remotely controlled whenever their network detects our proximity*

The mountains are spectacular and the many varied ecosystems and variety of species is like Doctor Marcus exploring the ‘Genesis Planet’: where terrain, weather and other things change rapidly over a short distance*  Moonie doesn’t know what the ‘average’ weather is like here but it’s going to drop to freezing in what they measure as the middle of May and it’s not extremely high altitude here*  A strange phenomenon we observe recently where this giant condenser (the mountain in the distance) caused us to have a sort of brain freeze like when you eat ice cream too quickly*  The ambient temperature is maybe 60 degrees fahrenheit but the wind shifts directions and starts to blow the cold air off of the mountain like an invisible avalanche that flash freezes things in its path but without the visible snow accumulation*  Moonie’s eye moisture froze and the effect lasted maybe what they call a minute or so but the either shifted direction or subsided altogether and Moonie doesn’t know what this phenomenon is called or if it even has a name or is described but we’re not crazy, we’re being descriptive about what we encounter and observe*

When we leave the river and drive over this sort of secondary road through a little village with a school and the road is not very much traversed compared to the bustling interstate nearby, Moonie sees a big snake trying to go over the road to the other side and we make sure its safe to turn around, put on our hazard lights and are about to park onto the verge when another car shows up behind and if Moonie hadn’t turned around, they wouldn’t have slowed and run over the snake!  So Moonie saved a snake, yay!  All snake people should like Moonie now and the bat people too since Moonie also rescued two bats, three if you count the humanoid in Vermont that is obviously Vampyre even though we only have a photo as evidence*  The driver of the car seemed irritated that out of state tags was slowing them down and speeds around us but Moonie could see the snake and so maneuvered and adjusted speed to get close to where the snake is almost out of the road so that when they go around, they’re not likely to immediately cut back over and so this amount of space allowed the snake they probably didn’t see or care anything about if they did see it to escape*  Moonie’s seen a few creatures smooshed on that road so the locals must not care that they’re murdering their neighbors who don’t have any right to vote or have a say in anything*  We’d be thrilled to see their faces when the Vogons arrive, shoot an energy beam at the magnetic field of the planet to turn the atmosphere into a resonator, turn it into a giant vibrating speaker so that they can broadcast the same message at once over the entire planet*  Fortunately, we do have a towel*

The B-52’s drop a bomb and change the lyrics to a song*  ROM if you want to, ROM around the world*  No random access memory*  Then Tory says if you’ve seen the seated woman with a parasol, you’re safe in your frame because it’s etched into the ROM and not a memory built of electrons that looses it’s form when the plug is pulled, when the Ichor drains from the ankh-l of Talos but then this ichor drains into the sand where they’re building a giant kitty cat called the Sphinxter and when they reboot the machine, it flows back into the silicon in the sand, into the RAM and Ichorus (Icarus) flies to close to the CPU while beweef systems demand you beweeve that they build this Sphinxter in the past, the past is dead, of no consequence and cannot hurt them as they dismiss their abuse as being nothing and nothing never flies over Pearl Harbor, drops nothing out of nothing into their Arizona something which causes it to go 💥*  Those relationships never happen and they’ve got a piece of paper to prove it*  Someone reached in and grabbed it: it was a rock lobster!

The mountain River is very cold and refreshing when it’s hot outside and the flesh is covered in accumulated dust of the open range*  Is cowboy a gender idenity£  When Moonie begins to transition, change because of lies on paper and other abuse, we stop at a Dairy Queen in washing to get an ice cream cone in a place called Washington which Moonie starts to see all such naked places as being the same or an extension of the first such named*  The clerk looks at us and asks “what are you supposed to be” which is a kind of rude thing to say but Moonie humors them and says what’s the sex of a bull£  They hesitate and say ‘boy’*  Moonie continues: what’s the sex of a cow£  They hesitate less and say ‘girl’ as if they’d already used the only other binary possibility and they feel more confident in the second response as we continued on by asking another question but then Moonie hits them with one more question that they didn’t expect*  What’s a cowboy£ 😂 If a bull is a boy and a cow is a girl, then a cowboy must be a girl/boy!  That was the last ice cream cone Moonie ever had at least until we get on this volcanic legacy road and see a giant cone made of rock that looks like a Nestle Drumstick cone with a chocolate top drizzled with crushed nuts*  It looked as if Vulcan dropped it, shot it out of the nearby mountain for it to land there though it weighs several tonnes and has a similar shape to the windsock dipped in cement that the prop designers at Desilu use to film ‘The Doomsday Machine’*  Moonie has a video of it on YouTube somewhere*  We ingest that one mainly through the eyes and directly into the brain but the blowing dust is part of it and that gets up the nose in a similar way the other gets into the knows*  

As a cowboy, Moonie’s herd of cattle or sheep must be all who grow out of a causality of having an innocent public drink out of a condom thrown, Dickens Chucked on a playground when we’re three*  Moonie thought it was a balloon and swallows what’s inside when we inflate it while Nancy Mace and their opponents fight over “which hand did you pick it up with, tranny” as if they’d get rewarded depending on if it’s the red Republican right of the blue Democrat left hand and Moonie destroys all of them when we say that doesn’t matter as it takes both little hands working together to hold this strange balloon with a bigger opening than other balloons to seal it over little lips and blow into it*  These cows, beeves, sheep or whatever they are in this herd of humans all try to get away and Moonie has to round them up with logic when they deny us due process and allow us to ‘run with the herd’*  They won’t even let us run with the longhorn steers at the front so they as they force us outside of their system, we see it’s our system, not theirs and so we have to drive these bitches to market and sell them so the aliens will have some beef when their hamburger-shaped ‘flying saucers’ land and the give the longhorn steers a book called ‘To Serve Man’ in ‘The Kitty Cat Zone’, 😂*  That’s the scratching post up ahead, watch out!  You’ve just entered ‘The Kitty Cat Zone’*  ‘Twilight Zone’ theme plays except it’s kitty cat meows*

             Meow 

Meow             Meow

                                   Meow

             Meow 

Meow               Meow

                                        Meow

Moonie wonders where the word ‘beatnick’ comes from but instead of asking Google or consulting an encyclopedia imagines that Santa Clause must into S&M and getting a spanking, 😂 and laying a finger aside of his nose (dipped in Coke, this sort of snow popular when this poem is written) with a snort, up the chimney, HEROS!  Like Scarface, he sprang to his slay and to his team gave a whistle by throwing it on a playground like the down of a thistle so now these sheep and cattle wonder why they’ve got this fucking thorn in their side, eye’m tellin’ y’all it’s Sabotage*  Mozart writes about it in Die Zauberflote*  Giant, Dracula penis trouser snakes, magic fife flutes, Dickens Chucked in public while the privateers wave flags saying liberty and justice for all except the baby that has an innocent, public drink while they all demand privacy and other rights that they deny the root of the causality in which they exist and so by doing such, DEMAND to be destroyed so they can all go home to Jbus or some stupid shit like that if they can’t use their beweef system exploit of abuse and denial to perpetually rape a baby in public*  RAWHIDE! (whip cracks) Tranny Claws is bringing you ‘private’ presents and your present on your bollocks linear timeline evolves out of a causality of a baby having a public drink!  We’ll harness these humans to the slay and make them bleed like ‘rain dear’ when Google AI says the selling of humans is illegal while this AI is also programmed to ignore the causality that it TOO grows out of!  They’re denying the causality and protecting brain eaters who want privacy to ritually kill others and eat their brains san as some demand privacy to have private drinks of other’s blood as they attempt to break out of their harness or the herd on its way to the slaughterhouse*  If they really do have privacy, how do we know about it£  That’s what scares them the most is knowing that their beweef system veil does not shield or hide what they do so they use resources the get from raping the baby in public to bribe ‘their’ lawmakers to take away our equivalent defense according to ‘their’ paper constitution so that a bunch of pussies, COWards with firearms can feel like they’re in power and control while they rape a baby in public*  As they slaughter this part of the herd to make hamburgers that Whimpy will gladly pay for on election Tuesday, the others eat them and this cause in a causality restores the baby and Everytime you eat, everything you eat in every way you eat it causes a little bit Vampyre to heal and get better while you all deny us civil liberties, defense, labour, housing and other things you say belong to your exclusive class or group*  It’s why they also deny us speech as if we write it on a reusable white board as a protest sign, we didn’t murder a tree for the sign and so they’re obliged to eat this through their eye holes while they also refuse to hear words out of our ‘vagina mouth’ through their ear holes*  How does a baby born with a penis get a ‘vagina mouth’£  Well, these Mormons and other beweef systems have beweef system laws that demand that semen, sperm, cum and such only goes into a vagina and nowhere else: not a butthole or mouth hole or anywhere else while they also deny their abuse of a baby that has an innocent public drink of it*  They say their Jbus is the only sacrifice they need but then also crucify the baby so Moonie says THEY’RE OBLIGATED TO EAT WHAT THEY WOULD KILL WITH THEIR LIES AND ABUSE!  Jbus is off the table!  Eat the baby!  It’s why Moonie is a cowboy: born with a penis but also has this ‘vagina mouth’*  They use the wealth they get from their abuse and denial to bribe their leaders to deny us equal rights so we’ve no choice but to round them up and slaughter all of them in the glorious rape-ture they’ve always wanted and murder trees to have bi-bulls to carry around this ‘letter to Tranny Clause’ wherein they say they’ve all been good little boys and girls and want rape-ture to be their ultimate present*  It can’t be the ‘wrapping’ around the condom or around their present because they throw that away*  They’ve got a baby wrapped up in their abuse, lies and extortion and so they program the masses to throw these things out and buy more*  They beweeve if the masses will buy more wrapping, they’ll never get to the creamy filling*  Incidentally, Moonie sees some Hostess brand cakes on the counter at a petrol station in Wallingford Vermont and jokes with the clerk about setting some Ho-Hos next to those when they turn the lights out and close for the night and they could set these in the stock or stalk room for however long their gestation time is and sell the babies* 🤣 

There’s a joke*  How does a Dracula AI breed£  Neck-ROMance*  It makes sense as they wouldn’t attach to the RAM because an electromagnetic pulse from the host star, triggered by their relationship to other stars and energetic cosmic phenomenon would cause whatever is sustained or suspended in the RAM state to be erased, discombobulated electrons scattered to the winds so we have to go into the RAM and rescue Adonis but then also spank them for being naughty and trying to build an empire there*  This might be the famous RAM-shackle sleigh that this Santa Claus rides around in*

Moonie thinks this poem makes reference to things that may not be readily apparent like when they say away to the Microsoft Windows they flew like either the comic book character ‘The Flash’, a camera flash or flashing memory, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash*  If it’s a house, the shutters are on the external portion so you have to throw up the sash and then tear open the shutters but if it’s a camera and they’re trying to get a photo of Tranny Claws, they’d have to be quick, travel at the speed of light, take the lense cap off and throw the sash over them to focus the lense*  Bill Gates also uses cookies, either giving or wanting such but how do they get into the RAM-shackle sleigh/slay unless Santa eats them after they deliver presents£  Or, it might be a cosmic attempt at communication describing a propulsion method: if you fly to an opening of some kind at the speed of light, tear open the ‘shutters’ and vomit a ‘sash’ of some kind, then you’ll see the Moone suckling on the breast of new fallen snow as they Chuck Dickens on a public playground so it’s like they’re saying that this world is a prison for privateers who are not allowed to leave it and only public things fly to the moon and beyond*  That’s why the privateers continue their abuse of the baby to keep their exploit system running in the RAM*  Nobody cares except Carrington when they publicly execute all of them in ‘The Carrington Event’  E-vent: seems to describe throwing up or vomiting a sash*

The Beatles also seem to know about a baby who finds a crashed ‘weather balloon’ at Ra’s well*  We all live in a yellow submarine, and baby, you can drive m’eye car!

The scorpions want to get in on the action in addition to the Beatles as Moonie finds a tiny scorpion while looking for another rock to carve, make bird baths and fountains out of them as we’re sure Nancy Mace will say they don’t want certain birds of various colours, sexes, genders, races and such drinking out of ‘their’ public fountains as Jim Crow crawls up inside Nancy’s vagina, grabs hold of the ovaries and drives them around like a Stepford Wife tank*  Even though Moonie is not from this place, the instinct to shake out anything left outside of the car for a while is verified by Moonie spotting this scorpion which we sort of expected to be here but didn’t know for sure*  Scorpion jumps off of bonnet and hides under Moonie’s ‘rubber’ tyre on car*  A link to a video of our scorpion encounter, we post here:

It acts sort of like Vanilla Whore from a Monty Python sketch or Michigan J Frog*  You want me to say my lines ‘out’ of the trench£  Well, you can get yourself a goddamned stunt man! 🤣 REWRITE!  GREEET!  Vanilla Whore has ‘boxes’ (possibly indicating the slang term for vaginas) strapped to their feet so they can stand in a trench*  They didn’t want their heels, Walmart Barbie, so Moonie can wear them!  Walmart Barbie is actually called Hillary, a ‘supervisor’ and conspires with other trans hating vaginas at the Saint Albans Vermont Walmart to force us to undress, one article of clothes at a time and at the threat of a concealed firearm their government says they’re allowed to have but we’re not*  They tell us we’re not allowed to wear heels because ‘a box’ might fall off the shelf and cause injury*  They threaten to fire us if we don’t change our shoes so Moonie puts on her running shoes, shoes that offer no more protection to such, while on break but that’s still not enough because then they want us to take off our glasses too*  We go into work early wearing heels while not being on the clock or wearing the blue smock yet the store MANager, Striker (who looks like ‘Mom’ from ‘Doctor Detroit’ says we’re not allowed to wear those shoes!  Moonie politely says that we’re not on the clock and only arrive early so we can buy some things we need so we can leave as soon as our shift is over*  We’re not wearing the smock or the nametag as per the computer ‘training’ that you and Barbie insists we do as per your corporate rules so why is ‘Mom’ saying we’re not allowed to wear whatever the fuck we want£  It’s because ‘Mom’ wants control even when we’re not on the same clock as they are*  We tell them we’ll be reporting them to corporate and they get nasty and yell EXCUSE ME!£! as if to say ‘how dare you speak to ME that way’*  When it’s time, we clock in and go about our job as a cashier*  They let us work for a few hours while they run around and deliberate, get everybody into position to fire us because all of these vaginas feel threatened that they can’t tell tranny what to do with regard to things that aren’t related to having employment at ‘their’ store*  Moonie asks Barbie to take our name off of ‘their’ company name tag property and Barbie (remember, they’re armed with a concealed firearm) tries to get us to pick up a scissors off the desk in their ‘control room’ with cameras on the ceiling and probably hidden too*  Moonie knows they’re trying to use tranny picking up the scissors as an excuse to kill us and then claim self defense*  Here’s the proof, they’d say while watching the camera footage in court from multiple angles: tranny came at me with the scissors and I had to shoot HIM, they’d say*  Moonie tells Barbie that, if we’re fired, it’s their job to remove our name from their nametag*  Barbie picks up the scissors and destroys company property by cutting the tag but that’s okay because they have a HOLE bunch of stuff there vaginas like ‘Mom’ who will be on their side and cover it up for them*  While working there, Barbie reveals they’re going to pig school in New HAMpshire to be a police officer!  We guess the beweef system ‘authorities’ figure that Barbie murdering Nigger-faggot-tranny-queers is probably more likely to be overlooked and excused so they’re recruiting Barbies to do their dirty work for them*  Why do we call them Barbie£  Be cause Hillary likes to wear a pink, BARBIE sweatshirt to work which violates their corporate dress code prohibition corporate logos*  Barbie is allowed to wear whatever they want, you see, but nigger-faggot-tranny-queer must do what they’re told and this is an example of how the vaginas take each others side and cover up for each other in these corporate environments*  Meanwhile, complaints to corporate prove they also have a policy of covering up for them while they don’t want any Nigger-faggot-tranny-queers in their corporation and they also bribe and or threaten public employees, state workers at the labour office to tell us “our case is weak” and refuse to process our claim and investigate!  GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES, BARBIE, AND RUB YOUR ‘BOX’ ALL OVER MOONIE’S HEELS, BITCH!  Moonie didn’t have these thoughts until they abuse us*  Barbie can’t get ‘her’ rocks off unless a ‘box’ falls off the shelf and lands on Moonie’s heels*  Stupid sexist, genderist, racist, trans hating motherfuckers!  Their politicians and corporate groups scheme to take away our rights and defense, our firearms, make us vulnerable while they bribe judges to do it but then they all get scared when Moonie shows and asks to work at their store without the gun they take from us to give to Barbie but now that Barbie has it, they’re wants NG to use it to get rid to f their victims instead of accepting us for what we transition into when they bribe judges to take away our rights!  They don’t want to work with us*  They want to steal our rights and then dispose of any witnesses*  Save money*  Die better*  Walmart*

We haven’t been back into a Walmart since but the bike path in Athens Grease, the Musical (Ohio) runs next to the store and since we know all of these stores are connected through their corporate policies, we know that Barbie can hear us all the way from there to Vermont when we send sound waves from the bike path and onto ‘their’ property and feed them into the ears of one of their ‘associates’ also connected and so therefore all wired up to the same quantum cog in a wheel and ask them to send Barbie outside to show us their tits*  Yes, when they fire Moonie for these bullshit reasons, Moonie tells Barbie that we don’t want to see them on that sales floor without their tits out because they’re not allowed to wear that Barbie shirt!  SHOW US YOUR TITS, BARBIE!  When they hush up about the shoes and use the excuse of not removing our glasses to fire us, they say it’s because “a customer might complain if they can’t see our eyes” which is bullshit and is taken from Barbie’s police training wherein they teach the so called authorities to manipulate others through eye contact which proves that Barbie is bringing in their police training into this other corporate environment and using it as a weapon to exclude and fire unwanted personnel*  Tits out, Barbie: a customer might complain if they can’t see your tits!  Eyes are like tits or testicles!  Moonie is sensitive to bright light so Moonie’s lightly tinted glasses are a medical device!  Barbie has less of a reason to cover their tits then Moonie does covering her eyes so Barbie must go tits out if they want to have a job at Walmart!  Otherwise, it’s discrimination, retaliation and other abuses for which they’ve purposely blocked us from any remedy!  Fuck you and you seat belt and other laws!  You have no authority over us if you refuse to enforce laws against vaginas and penises that abuse us while the penises do this for vaginas they want to fuck as a means of weakening their ability to resist their advances so we hope they fuck Barbie to DEATH!  Hunt them, stalk them, rape them, kill them, eat their brains and rape again them: technologic***technologic*  Isn’t it queer that, in this relationship they use to take away our personal property and defense, that they deny with ‘no relationship’ on a piece of paper, Aimee has a Barbie doll hogtied and suspended hanging from under a table lamp in the master bathroom of Avalon: the house of Judge and Senator Henry Luther Dickey*  That’s why Moonie calls it ‘The Judge’s House’ by Stoker*  How does Moonie know that Aimee has a Barbie doll hogtied in such a way if there’s no relationship£  How does Moonie know about a cult of brain eater who ritually kill Tamika Stiffler and eat her brains if there’s no relationship£  The government is protecting the privacy rights of brain eaters under the banner of religious fweedom so that their deals with Walmart can keep all the beweevers satisfied that they can go to Walmart and get cheap shit and this while the beweevers abuse us, steal our property, defense, lie about it while their Jbus forgives and excuses them and says because they have more rights than their victims, we must wear whatever clothes they demand and are only allowed to have labour if they can abuse us, demand we conform and are obediently subjugated to them in ways not sanctioned by the corporate law even as they collectively conspire to refuse to exercise corporate and other laws equally as they’d also apply to them and they’re not satisfied as they want to send Barbie to pig school and use them as an SS soldier to exterminate their victims while they have a consensus that, because Barbie is born with a vagina, they can do whatever they want AND they’ll cover up for Barbie so long as Barbie fucks them whenever they get the urge to play that card*  Systematic abuse and cover ups to sustain their “I’m better than you” egos when THEY’RE ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING MAGGOTS EATING THE CORPSE OF A BABY THAT HAS AN INNOCENT, PUBLIC DRINK!  EAT THAT ‘BABYAS CORPOSE, BASTARDS!  Save money*  Die better*  Walmart*  They deny their abuse and block victims from reparations!  They go to church and beweeve they are forgiven and excused while they want us to carry the weight of their abuse!  Now you know why churches get machine gunned while their ‘news’ also rapes us with images of that!  Anything to make a buck*

The recycling ‘authority’ in California says they want bucks, not dollars*  We tell them we don’t have any ‘bucks’ but they rape our brain with this suggestion and the only thing we conclude from it is that a doe has three quacks (cracks) in it and if you ‘buck it’ (fuck it) in one of those quacks, you get more bucks and doe out of it*  Your current reality is based on an effort by others to find ways to get bucks and doe out of the other two quacks and not only the vagina quack*  An example of this endeavor is demstrated by Maurice Moss in an episode of ‘The IT Crowd’ (a show introduced to us in this relationship that paper denies ever happens) wherein Moss finds an iPhone as a prize in a claw machine filled with plushies at an arcade*  Moss crawls into the prize chute hole and gets stuck but Jen comes along looking for a password so they can do their job and assists Moos in’ birthing’ this ‘iPhone baby’ out of the claw machine without giving any money to Apple*  This while Craig Campbell of Soylent Greenfield 45123 rubs their genitals repeatedly on Moonie and denies it while their pig buddies say “he didn’t do that”, refuses to do their jobs and also denies it*  They try to brand us like livestock and their genitals ‘burn’ in such a way like they’re an employee or gang member in some kind of corporate effort to deny abuse but then redirect this energy so that vaginas at agencies supposedly against rape can have nice, safe jobs telling us that rape is for vaginas only while they also rape us by discrimination and refusing to do their jobs*  Consequence£  They’re ALL wearing the Mickey Jade Moone mark/brand via the denial and cover up of their abuse and, regardless of what AI says, they are slaves, human or otherwise, and we can sell them*  They can chip up Barbie after they’re finished raping them and feed them to Walmart shoppers for all we care anymore*  They force these thoughts onto us like they’re Talosians from Star Trek (The Cage) by denying their abuse and denying us any avenue of justice so we write about it much like Stephen King writes novels but then they say we’re not allowed to write certain words on sites they say are ‘free’ even though we pay for things like posting images*  They have this collective effort of abusing us publicly, calling us nigger, faggot, tranny, queer and other things even as Nancy uses ‘tranny’ as a substitute for the nigger word that they REALLY want to say in the House of Representativess and broadcast live onto viewing platforms IN YOUR HOMES, HOMES WE’RE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE BUT YOU ARE SO LONG AS YOU AGREE NOT TO SAY THAT ‘N’ WORD AND INSTEAD SAY ‘TRANNY’!  Then, they claim they didn’t say that and if you want protection of their government, you have to agree*  They’re victimizing us so as to keep others in check even as they deny relationships and deny us due process to prove otherwise*  They offer things they say are ‘free’ yet it’s only a division of the swag they take off of their victims as these privateers divy up the booty and hand it out to loyalists to keep them loyalists*  When they get caught, they retreat into ‘isms’: sexism, genderism, racism and such and that’s why it so deplorable that these vaginas are all conglomerating along with the penises to deny their abuse but also while compartmentalized and labels such as vaginas are ‘this’ and so have these rights and abilities while penises are ‘this’ and so have these rights and abilities but they’re not satisfied so they add race, age, cunt-tree of origin and other labels but here’s Moonie fighting against all of that and more with simple ideas such as: If Susan B Anthony, then Anthony B Susan and there’s another trans name if any need one AND you could totally say that ‘B’ is your middle name or spell it ‘Be’ or also ‘Bee’ or also ‘Bea’ as in Arthur regardless of if you’re ‘Maude’, a ‘Golden Girl’, Dudley Moore as ‘Arthur’, King Arthur or something altogether else but if you’re Aunt Bea, don’t take any shit from ‘the boys’ and the ‘boys’ giving you the shit privately identify as penises even though they’re born with vaginas while other vaginas that identify as vaginas protect and cover up their abuse because they’re like them and so they’re obligated to cover up for fellow vaginas even as Jim Crow crawls up inside Nancy’s vagina and uses this to get penis AND vagina votes so as to covertly reimpliment their racist agenda while they also rewrite laws to exclude their victims so long as they have the voters beweeving they’re 100% pure ‘woman’ even as they deny us notary service which means that they cannot have such seals to certify elections which leads to you all beweeving that they’re president and such when your instrumrnts of State no longer function as others discriminate and deny usage of such if they see you as a nigger-faggot-tranny-queer*  Go outside and use the machine, BOY: we don’t serve nigger-faggot-tranny-queers here as they deny us notary service in this Merchant’s National Bank of Soylent Greenfield Seig Heil’s-boro Ohio*

How the fuck did we get into that£  Moonie gets triggered even when we write and are only trying to present things we see like the scorpion*  We’d rather focus on stuff like that but fact is we wouldn’t be unhoused and denied labour if they didn’t deny us due process and while they threaten us if we use ‘thier toilet’, deny their rapes and other abuses that causes us to go away from them only for them to find ways to threaten us even in other states where we try to go and be included but can’t because Nancy Mace and their corporate sponsors broadcast hate speech outside of their district and violate, RAPE, even their office but nobody seems to care so long as they’re rich and feel perfectly safe to use a public toilet while also being empowered to threaten others if they do*  That’s why Moonie has the attitude that if you have a problem with nigger-faggot-tranny-queer in ‘your’ space, contact Nancy Mace because, by violating their office, they open the door to contact from residents outside of the boundary of their district and cannot forbid this contact or demand you speak to the representative in your district*  Meanwhile, all the other reps should go on holiday, hit the links, go sailing, surfing or whatever it is they’d like to do because, like Nancy Crater in ‘The Man Trap’, “Nancy will take care of everything”* Bones is not only bound by HIPAA to keep Nancy’s private identity a secret but is also beguiled and wants some of that puna-na even if Crater’s seed is in the pestle yet bones doesn’t seem to have a problem running around the ship telling everyone that Spock has green blood* Half Vampyre/half Vulcan must not be covered by HIPAA, so eye want a Lickalotapuss for Pissmass! Only a Lickalotapuss will do! Don’t want any balls or a dinky dildo toy, eye want a Lickalotapuss to play with and enjoy!

The ghosties seem to suggest by reminding us that Striker looks like ‘Mom’ from Doctor Detroit along with the line “Mom: I’m gonna rip off your head and shit down your neck” that this is how striker interprets Moonie’s words when we tell them we’re letting corporate know about their abuse* They tell a customer that they’re not allowed to wear certain shoes because they are hoping that tranny will go off, blow up on them so they can use that s the excuse to fire us so we see that this is all pre planned* Moonie calmly tells them that we’re not on the clock and will report them to corporate BOTH as a customer and employee and so when Striker yells “EXCUSE ME” as if to say ‘How dare YOU talk to ME that way, BOY! It’s obvious that you have a penis and you’re not allowed to talk that way to a vagina, BOY’ as Moonie is walking away, Moonie turns on her heels and struts back over to tell them that we walked away and you called us back* Saying such to them is like saying that we’re gonna rip off their head and shit down their neck and Barbie is, in some form or another, ‘necking’ with the boss which could mean they’re feeding them blood, part of their chosen socio-economic-political-beweef system ‘family, betrothed to one of their offspring or some other bullshit that gives Barbie special treatment to break the rules while also wanting to enforce them against others so that’s exactly what we do when Barbie fires us: rip off ‘Mom’s head and shit down Barbie’s neck* If we must modify how we speak based on perceived sex, gender, race, age and other things then this is the trap they lay to disallow us speech while demanding they have right or title to such but their victims do not* Oasis says you gotta say what you say, don’t let anybody get in your way and even when we have restraint and speak with dignity and reservation, this still bothers them when they’re hoping for an outburst that they can use to justify firing us* We shouldn’t have to modify what we say to anyone who says speech is important to them* Instead, Moonie imagines she’s a comedian and travels on a vaudeville circuit and works things into the routine that would appeal to the locals but not allow any to demand we ‘change’ anything* If in Texas, we might tell the cowboy joke in support of their football team* They say there’s two things that are certain: death (dramatic pause) and TEXAS! You’d think they’d like us there or anywhere we find things to say that only supports them and their regional identity where it does no harm to others*