After this telephone fiasco, having a telecommunications company refuse or unable to accept payment via their app unless we pay a convenience fee, we’ve got this new service but it also comes with a new number; not that we need to keep the other number as we don’t have any friends, family or contacts*  Because of the new number, we’ve noticed that YouTube is now targeting ads based on the new number: ads for California lottery and scratch off tickets!  Ad features a humanoid dancing along a city street which is something everybody must do if you buy one of these things, apparently*  If you buy two, fold them up and tuck one into each shoe, is it like Professor Brainard Flubberizes your shoes£  Victor Meldrew’s crabbing is rubbing off onto us but at least they don’t rub their genitals on us repeatedly, Craig Campbell of Soylent Greenfield 45123*

It seems as if they want Moonie to focus on YouTube with these subtle ‘changes’ in the ‘user experience’ of the app although it’s difficult to define exactly what a ‘user experience’ is when there are so many definitions of user, of what or who like Saavik in Star Trek III asking “or who” and in that context as if Ellen is on a spaceship or in another dimension somewhere over the rainbow and regardless of their gayness or queerness or whateverness, Judy (as in Judge or Dorothy is also there in the Merry ol’ land of Oz and so Liza must be there too and and some part of their existence, somebody in a service capacity brings them tea or a drink through a door-o-tea or in a cabaret in the Marry O’ Land-o-booze (and Moonie begins imagining developing a character out of Mary O’landoughbusch where they might have a local area network of dough and booze, buch (book), bush, and Busch but needs somebody to remind them to allways wonder we’ll the fuck, where the hell, where and WEAR the WHATEVER is Anheiser!  ANN!  ANNE!  ANNIE HIGH, SIR!  ANNIE, erm, Hi, Sir!  Little Orphan Tranny as if they’re Tatum O’Neil in ‘Paper Moon’*  Never drink a Busch if you don’t care anything for Annie*  Noel Fielding in ‘Mighty Boosh’, now there’s a drink of ‘boosh’ and with a Naboo-nad-chazer to chase it, 👅 💋 👠🍷!

There are little adventures in gently grabbing a moth or ‘miller’ by the wings and then treating it like a patient and projecting things such as ‘stay calm’, it’s okay: we’ll have you out of the car in a jiffy (and if you do ‘use’ that word ‘jiffy’, always include the ‘Y’ in the variety of ways it can be ‘used’ as you don’t want to project free adverts for peanut butter when Moonie should be paid for her projection of consideration upon others we don’t really know very well other than their public persona which, Moonie thinks it’s more important to see Elen as they present themselves, aspects of their drive and expression of personalities, any of which, public or private, may or may not involve peanut or ‘nut butter’ of one of the plethora of varieties of such and yet regardless, even if Moonie doesn’t see it, she can imagine and project such and all that we have ever touched with our thoughts when we are unable to touch them with our flesh or in other ways) or, to avoid such transponder or other cosmic interference, imagine being unable to gently grab hold of a moth’s wings, pinched between a thumb (tomb) and index finger and account for the various things that facilitate only those simple actions, identify the basic, fundamental characteristics that apply to a tendon wrapped around a bone like a hand wrapped around a penis or a leg wrapped around another leg or two legs wrapped around the neck of your lover with their crotch buried in your mouth, those kinds of energy exchanges, quantify, graph and otherwise mathematicaly evaluate these various forces as they function together and also independently to varying degrees until you’re Simon/Scotty from the Star Trek Reboot and say something to the effect of, ‘aye, know you can hear me we’ll have the transport signal stabilized as soon as the captain fights off those Mormon plague ships shooting pickles and throwing missionary name tags at us like ninja stars*  These are some of the things Moonie considers when suppressing urges that others would force us to wear like clothes or a glass of wine in the face or words that shap the space around us and would then use this energy shape to transport energy into, out of and through our being(s) like a sexy cosmic transporter that Scotty dreams of and so is somewhat reserved when in the presence of others talking about Transwarp drive as method of, erm ‘propulsion’ or pulsion of, again, it’s many different forms*  Moonie opens the car door in the dead of nigh in this wilderness without even looking for a coyote, bear or other thing and without any anxiety, sticks out her arm and gives as toss over the top of the door and so, as doors go, some have doors above doors and some of these are called ‘transom’ and wouldn’t that be an awesome, non- binary expression for free people to say things such as, “O, m’eye fucking Goth, they are so ‘transome’, eye want to eat them!” or any variant thereof along with ‘handsome’ in it’s many contexts and yet we’re observed that they who use ‘handsome’ won’t tell us where/how to hand it or which hand to use*  Don’t drink port in a boat and that sort of toss and these and other things can be tossed through ‘Transome’ when lower doors are locked when kissing the one you ‘adore’, slide that tongue down their throat and unlock the blouse buttons and or zipper depending on garments being worn without any dependencies of flesh or genitalia contained beyond as if it’s a present or gift or flowers if you’re trying to impress the inner Dahmer or other famous killer by presenting life specifically cultivated to be slaughtered and presented to that special someone and it’s always or directly leads to a funeral if you think about and that’s as good as an excuse as any when you’re too poor not to often indulge in this act of procuring stems, thorns, bulbs, pistols and then presenting them to another as if challenging them to a race or fight to the death but instead think about what you might give them and instead if you know these race wars are going on and say you want them in your trench when Prince Wilhelm parrades onto the battlefield and a photographer catches them barking orders and striking a pose*  You want a buddy you can trust not to shoot you in the back once you climb up that ladder into no man’s land because that’s a sort of ‘Transome’ too and it sort of brings to mind the relationship between the butler and the valet in ‘You Rang, M’Lord’*

Anyway, this YouTube add displays and artistic rendering of Ellen’s Degeneres facing and profiles, one blue, smiling and one red and yelling in a red, white and blue motif that seems to read ‘red, white and blue’ from left to right as if the authors have a cultural/political agenda while they also stick Ellen’s face in the middle as if to accuse them of being ‘white’ and with the title something to do with ‘How Ellen Lost America’ and Moonie has several problems with the title although the cover visual art has its various merits in addition to suggesting theatrics by the profiled crying in chalky blues and livid in vivid red but smiling face forward cover ‘logo’*  Firstly, if as this works claims that Ellen has lost America, whatever that means up to and including North America and South America are two distinct land masses of different environments and cultures*  Is that what they mean by ‘Losing America’£  That’s a fucking huge thing to lose!  How could Ellen possibly lose it*  Is it something they keep in their purse, wallet, handbag or other such receptacle or are they saying America is a poker chip lost in a roulette game (again, varieties abound) or a slot machine£  The hype associated suggested that Ellen goes silent for a long time and they’re, whoever they are, going to tell you why if you’ll buy their book or film or whatever but Moonie’s problem is only Ellen can tell those stories, or not, or something else and so we wonder why others are not being supportive of Ellen in that way instead of like cutting up and dividing a corpse at a convention of zombies who actually prefer to be referenced as ‘ferals’ because zombie is offensive to them*  Moonie has difficulty with somebody else trying to tell the story of another for many reasons but one is attempting to express a so called right to confront an accuser in open court and ask them to state their identity or otherwise identify for the record and the judge speaks for them*  We watch to see them go along with it as if they feel that judges giving them special favors or unfair courtesy is beneficial thing as if they’re Harley Quinn crawling up into the lap of somebody who ‘don’t want no beef’ while an invisible signal canon (new, from Joker Products) sitting on the bench pointed at their head and every time they use that gavel they should worry more and more that it could spark like flint into the powder charge and blow their brains out*  Harley gets showered with brains while still on the judges lap*  Aimee Nicole Corrigan of Soylent Greenfield 45123, the accuser we ask to identify in that situation, would be offended if we thought of ‘them’ as Harley so we’ll instead have to project the image of a ventriloquist dummy with green hair and playing at being ‘Mista J’ but who’s strings are tangled in this bat-cape-wearing judge, an attorney called Armentrout who has their arm up their ‘trout’ like they’re a sock puppet in addition to being a ventriloquist dummy, a marionette’s or other kind of puppet*  This puppet eats brains so we hope they’re enjoying eating the brains of ‘Batjudge’, 🤣 🃏*  Batjudge is called Cynthia Williams and so it’s possible there is a sort of Fallout/Warner Brothers cross over and Cynthia is a ‘Synth’ Batjudge*

Ghostly visitors suggest that the cockney slang term ‘Crumpet’ alludes to crotch and trumpet: you know, like you have to lash your tongue against the mouth piece rapidly to accent those hemisemidemiquavers*  Like in that Monty Python sketch where the dukes and earls go out hunting and all come back to the manor house bandaged and on crutches, that trumpet piece that plays*  a series of nine notes, six repeating notes of the same pitch with three proceeding raised in pitch*  That’s three groups of six (666) in a pattern that indicates ‘going downstairs’, 🤣*

That’s the pattern but without staves we don’t know how else to communicate it unless with a tongue as opposed to a staff, 😂 but then you do start by slipping the tongue through the transome over the door, unlock that one and then climb down the chestlcles like they’re a staircase and fiddle with the nob on the belly button on your way*  Sexy!

Other noticable difference with this new phone number while interacting with YouTube is that they want us to watch three commercials back to back instead of two*

As for Ellen, whoever says Ellen “lost America” is really they who lose: Ellen didn’t lose America, you lost Ellen*  💋 👠*  Only Ellen is qualified to tell their story, speak from where they are and that’s why it bothers Moonie when a judge speaks for the accuser when we attempt to exercise our supposed right to confront an accuser in such a forum but nobody seems to care anything about that as they instead write books, articles and make films demanding they can speak for Ellen and say what they’ve lost, gained or whatever*  Moonie doesn’t care if Ellen is gay with a Super-Cali-fragile-lisp or whatever*  Ellen is Ellen and only Ellen can answer: not a judge or media looking to cash in on getting others to beweeve what they have to say about them and the f the only kind of payment a baby (who has an innocent public drink out of a condom, Dickens Chucked on a playground when we’re three) ‘bodyguard’ can get from supporting Ellen in this way is a stalwart and unbreakable ability to also speak in defense, make art and be at liberty to do such things, then it’s proof that Ellen’s gayness or queerness or whateverness is not the problem but only others using such to further their collective beweef system agendas of exploit, abuse and deny like David Ike talks about “problem, reaction, solution”*

Moonie sees an absolutely pristine and mint, vintage VW ‘hippie bus’ on the way over to the river to bathe and collect a few gallons of water for the bird baths Moonie carves out of pumice*  It’s like they’re not really here but only a quantum echo or something or maybe we’re seeing into another time or there’s some sort of quantum overlap*  When we get back to camp although it’s not a camp so much as it is a place to park the car in the shade of a few remaining boy/girl pine trees, Moonie takes out her garden rake and gently clears pine needles, twigs and cones from around the perimeter of the car so if we have to step out to go to ‘Poop Church’ (use our bucket toilet because Nancy Mace and squad threaten us if we use ‘their’ public toilets) that we can see scorpions, spiders, snakes and other critters*  After dark with a powerful LED (light emitting diode in case the zombie apocalypse erases what these abbreviations mean), thousands of little eyes flash back at you like it’s the opening of a Scooby Doo cartoon, 😂*  These LED’s are nice at night in the wilderness if you’re like Tim Curry as a ‘Wilderness Girl’ as you can scope out the surroundings looking for big bear, coyote or big mountain kitty cat eyes before you have to climb out of a car to have a shit into a bucket because some vaginas like Nancy Mace use their vaginas publicly to get votes but then secretly, privately identify as penises and so don’t want babies they’ve gotten privately rich publicly raping to use the same toilet room as they do and we wonder if they’re worried we’ll slit their throats or something as there has to be some reason they don’t want nigger-faggot-tranny-queer using the same toilet room as they do*  It could be many different reasons like Uhl’s daughter in ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ is scared that nigger-faggot-tranny-queer will one day get to them for accusing them of rape, stalking and other things simply to cover up for Daddy that likes to get drunk and fuck their offspring but at the same time doesn’t want others to know about it because their privacy is more valuable to them than the existence of nigger-faggot-tranny-queer who they want to control through their victimization*  Of course, it’s difficult to blame a teenage girl for not wanting the town to know that daddy rapes her when he gets liquored up but it’s worse when they actually get away with hanging nigger-faggot-tranny-queer as their justice system fails all, not only nigger-faggot-tranny-queer*  Emboldened by their successful manipulation and combined with a church beweef system that forgives and excuses their acts, their racism, sexism and other isms and abuses only get worse and the innocent little girl who’s scared and embarrassed to say it was her daddy that raped her grows up to be Nancy Mace and beweeves their privacy and rights are more valuable than others and so then their humanoid flesh becomes recepticles for penis entities like Jim Crow and others and that’s what Moonie means by Jim Crow climbs up inside Nancy’s vagina like it’s an empty, Stepford Wife tank, grabs hold of the ovaries and drives Nancy around undoing racial and and other attempts to integrate and unite as opposed to their divide and conquer routine and yet they’ve already lost as there are some things common amongst all that you cannot divide from them without it also effecting you and others and this is the firestorm that they’re all desperately trying to control by murdering more trees to have more paper to tell lies on but they’re only fanning the flames by doing that*  

As Moonie rakes these pine needles and stuff from around the car (as Nancy Mace and squad says we’re not allowed to have a home either), this very fine powdery dust kicks up like smoke and billows away with a light breeze intermixed with the redness of the sundown*  It’s like a quantum echo of the smoldering smoke of a forest fire or volcanic eruption(s) that is stirred up when the ground is slightly disturbed: as if a record of this burning is in the ash mixed into this loamy and dry soil material and you don’t need an open flame to see it but only a garden rake and a gentle breeze from ‘Hushabye Mountain’*

Source: The Independent https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/ealing-beaver-project-flooding-greenford-b2992273.html

A headline provided by Google reads “How eight beavers solves a decades-old Tube flooding problem” and while titles usually capitalize most letters and headlines (at least in newspaper print) are usually all capitals, it’s strange why they capitalize the word ‘Tube’*  What do they mean by tube£  The Tube as in the Underground or subway or a tube as in a valve£  Moonie mentions it here because it seems to point to lesbians with penises and or vaginas ate ‘beavers’ and this somehow solves a problem like Maria would since Maria is Roman an is trained to group things in tens*  It’s been going on for Hamilton years, they seem to suggest and so they must know all about a pig called Hamilton in Soylent Greenfield 45123 arresting Moonie and taking our firearm while also knowing all about the ‘private’ blood drinking and ‘private’ brain eating going on there but uses Moonie’s telling them about it as an excuse to say that we’re crazy while also trying to scare us, provoke us to violence that they could then use as an excuse to disarm and arrest us and when that didn’t work, they did it anyway*  It’s one reason why Moonie has difficulty with the number ten and groupings of ten and things as such associated with Romans: because if the Romans were just and fair, they would not allow Hamilton to do that to us*  Hamilton is also on the ten dollar note and that’s another connection to this ten concept*  Before we remove from Soylent Greenfield, somebody says that Hamilton arrested somebody else and they pissed all over them, 🤣*  Fuck the police: with bullets, piss, anything but in ways they might enjoy it*  They don’t work in the interest of public things but are robot pigs controlled by privateers who beweeve it’s okay to get privately rich raping a baby in public as long as there are trees to murder to have paper to tell lies and wipe their asses on*  It’s strange how Hamilton’s daddy is called Ed and is employed by the public school district to operate and network the schools computer systems: Ed 209 has a baby robopig, 😂 and Murphy’s law plays out in Soylent Greenfield 45123 in Murphy beds they beweeve no body will ever know about as they fold up, hide away and transition into a couch, 🤣*  Futons are more honest*  You can use them as a bed but they’re also a couch and they don’t try to hide it*  As Moonie writes this, we glance at the digital readout on Moonie’s sophisticated bat-bat battery pack and it indicates the bat-bat bank is charged to 98%, nine tea ate percent and with 169 watts of solar flowing into it at ten for tea ate am*  Moonie could get more out of the deployed solar array but the bats are mostly charged so we half-assed deploy the array to catch the early mourning rain, this radiation*  In the early mourning rain with a dollar in m’eye hand and an arching in m’eye Sol and m’eye pockets full of silicon sand* Eye’m a long way from home and eye missed m’eye lava’d ones so/sew  In the early mourning rain with no place to go*  Out on runway number nine, big 7owe7 set to go but eye’m stuck here on the ground while sevens claim they do not know*  

Just thought we’d comment upon these ads and say we’re aware of these subtle changes that happen when we’re forced to sign on with a different telecommunications provider when the previous refused to accept payment unless we’d pay a convenience charge*  This fiasco has something to do with corporate wars between financial institutions and these telecommunications entities wherein we’re forced out of our home with acts of domestic terrorism sponsored and supported by the United States Donkey Kongress via the bribes and kickbacks they get from corporate entities for profit, churches and other things that all want to continue to deny their abuse of us ever since we’re three years old and have an innocent public drink out of a condom on a playground*  They know about it and keep it secret to amass their private wealth which they also use to bribe what Moonie calls ‘figments’ or ‘Meta babies’to discriminate, deny us labour, housing, defense and other things they demand rights to including privacy but deny of us*  The figments and Meta babies grow out of the causality of Moonie finding a condom and having an innocent, public drink while corporate entities round them up with subscription agreements, prime sing them rewards and free stuff if they’ll be obedient to them and casually discriminate against us while getting rewards and chemical releases from their corporate masters for their obedience as their submissive act of subscription is hard wired through their telecommunications device that also interfaces with their bio-electrical chemistry of their humanoid bodies who they group together based on race, skin colour, beweef system, political affiliations and other things such as the length of hair on our head when they look at us and project that we’re not allowed to have long hair because they can see we’re born with a penis even though they demand privacy for their ‘private parts’, their genitals!  One reason Moonie has long hair is because of sexual assault did to us by a barber who denies it while the police pigs also deny it and refuse to let us file charges while they allow these corporate gangs of abuse and denial to attack us without any avenue of justice while they also conspire to deny us due process to take away our firearms for defense*  The robo pigs and their corporate masters which includes church entities make us vulnerable and then allow a bunch of pussies with guns to threaten and attack us, destroy our personal property while the pigs take away our defense and give these ‘good, loyal to the pigs and taxpayers’ a green light to attack us without threat of any consequence levied against them by these so called authorities so our perspective on seeing Ellen or anybody regardless of race, sex, gender, age and such being painted and spoken for without consent means it’s an attack because they don’t want Ellen to speak for themselves or bankrupt them trying and it should be obvious to any who values things such as the necessity above any so call right to speech even as these monsters deny defense too!  Besides, if Ellen wants to wear their hair short and has somebody they can trust to cut their hair without stabbing them in the back with the scissors or cutting their throat with a razor, they can do that same as it’s necessary we have long hair because of abuse and denial that causes us not to trust any to do a job even when you try to be an honest friend to them, pay and tip them!  If they attack a baby who is queer because of an innocent, public drink, being entangled in this energy on quantum and other energy levels, they prove their race and other hatred with their denial of the attacks and abuse so Moonie also publicly protests the slaying of Tamika Stiffler in Soylent Greenfield 45123: killed so a cult can have brains to eat!  The locals didn’t like that sort of public protest so they attacked us while the pigs refused to do anything about it and this is why we say they have no authority, at least not over us*  We shouldn’t have to ask them where Queertopia is because we should be able to get a haircut, work, use a public toilet and reside anywhere in this so called United States without some conglomeration of entities demanding we’re not allowed to be in ‘their’ territory but if we can only knew where Queertopia is, we’d go there and not look back so long as we didn’t have to surrender or be submissive to some dumb ass beweef system knowing they’re also only out for themselves and don’t care anything about a baby who has this drink and that they know about and hide from us, cover up ever since we’re three while they all get privately wealthy on paper, have paper jobs and paper families, paper guns and paper ‘real’ estate which becomes false estate particularly when they discriminate and deny us notary service at a bank when we cannot sign that ‘dead name’ they benefit from by bribing judges to deny us due process!  Your elections don’t work without those seals and neither can certain transactions be processed without these instruments so they don’t have real estate but only false estate and a beweef system for elections!  They put so much pressure on us to either surrender to one of their beweef systems or use us to attack a target of their choice*  That’s how crazy they each are as they go on saying ‘I’ and ‘me’ have rights and authority over we, their victims!

We’re having a heat wave where Moonie’s been hanging out in the forest and all of the local birds seem happy that Moonie made these bird fountains/baths carved from pumice*  They don’t have to go so far in the blazing heat to get a drink or bathe*  Moonie is also considering turning these gallon, transparent water containers into bird houses and strapping them to trees somehow*  Normally, nests are in the open air so we’ll leave the lid off and poke air holes in the other end to allow for air circulation but we worry visitors might find them to be an eye sore if we don’t try to match the colour of the tree to some spray paint and paint them to blend in*  If we have to paint them, Moonie is thinking of leaving the tops transparent like a skylight or laying pine needles or twigs over to make patterns and leave gaps to let light in on top where gaukers from ground level can’t complain about those ugly tranny water bottles in ‘my’ trees*  Moonie’s only trying to recycle where openly queer hatred and discrimination in Northern California causes so called waste authorities to discriminate or otherwise be cruel to us when all we’re trying to do is recycle when others throw their refuse on the ground*  Recently when we go to the river to get water, Moonie is triggered by somebody throwing out a condom on the path that leads under the bridge and to the river but then there are other recent things discarded that seem to be targeting Moonie specifically such as a ‘box’ with ‘Craig’ written on it and is a package for an aftermarket FM (frequency modulation) receiver, another box, this one for an ‘Elf’ vape product and Moonie has recently commented in other stories about things related to these packaging materials, elf as it relates to eleven and other things, Craig as in Campbell who sexually assaults Moonie while the pigs say “he didn’t do that” and no, we’re not ‘perceivicating’ or over thinking it: those items are purposely ‘planted’ there to trigger and hurt us as if they who leave these ‘calling cards’ know all about what happens to Moonie but they’re being sponsored and supported by some conglomerate socio-economic-political-beweef system group to target us specifically*  It’s almost as if they’re using these specific discarded in objects to covertly communicate things to us in ways only we’d comprehend such as they take the ‘frequency modulating tranny’ out of this ‘vagina box’ with Craig tattooed on it and throw away the box same with the elf*  Is Craig an acronym for something like See Our AI Government/God*  The worst part is that they probably have a residence and residential waste removal service but for whatever reason couldn’t wait to dump that shit out of their car along with a baby diaper full of shit*  It could be you also have to be a certain colour, race, sex, gender, age or other thing before you’re allowed to have something as basic as housing after others use their collective clout to steal what little personal property we have and while also never allowing us to accumulate enough resources to actually hold a deed to even a small parcel of real estate*  They act like you’re a nineteenth century ‘woman’ without any rights to property and other things CHAINED to such property ownership such as voting and other things and so, as they deny us these things with abuse of their own laws, we should have no difficulty whatsoever dressing as and being a sexy Victorian Goth that they can only ever read about or see on their TV’s (transvestites)*  Wed rather give the birds a drink than these fleshbag humans anyway, some of whom claim to be ‘vampires’ but only in private that they expect their government to maintain for them even as this government denies such privacy of others*  Le/l’bird tea and just ice for all, Moonie thinks as we watch the little birds have fun drinking and bathing and while looking at the ice on the tops of the mountais in the distance! We’ll take care of l’bird tea over here if we can have more just ice over there on top of that giant refrigerator/condensing unit called a mountain*  More birds, less humans*  Eye’m Mickey Moone and eye approve this message, 🤣*

What the total fucking hell!  Youtube ad for napkins called Vanity Fair!  Moonie thought that was a celebrity and fashion magazine but it looks like the ape-oid humans and their political leaders that rape babies in public while protecting their ape-oid constituents privacy and other rights are now wiping their gobs on either pages of Vanity Fair after they eat that fare or napkins of the same name but that’s fair because their grandaddy probably wiped their arse on pages out of Sears and Robuck catalogues*  Maybe it’s a gimmick: if they eat and wipe their mouths on Vanity Fare napkins, does this mean they’re eating for starving artists and models like the film of the same name so that Jerry Lewis can get a hard on for ‘the Bat Lady’ and, be fair, Shirley Maclane IS adorable in that and other things*  Moonie goes to an agency supposedly against rape in Rutland Vermont and the only reason they actually heard what we had to say about it was they were hoping we’d cry into paper tissues, yes, shed bloody tears into paper but Moonie went prepared with by having a handkerchief in her purse*  When we refused to deposit bloody tears into tree murder for them, they called the state housing agency and told them we weren’t working with them and missed our appointment which is a lie but not they’re doing this again to us at the welfare agency in Crescent City California as they all cover up for each other from sea to shining sea!

The ‘rebel’ birds that fly up in here seem to tell us something about the driver of the white Land Rover who is mean to us, that we write about in another story*  The birds say they’re like a Star Trek Borg drone that has an alcove in a local community with what they call an HOA or Home Owners Association and so when white Land Rover sees our poor car with the rear bumper held on by shoe strings, they don’t care that their HOA nazism combined with their SS insurance regulators and Brownshirt pigs won’t enforce laws against discrimination that cause us not to be able to be fully compensated for a crash that wasn’t our fault because the garages say they won’t work on our car for ‘health and safety’ reasons, more insurance genocide machine regulations that protect and cover up for white Land Rover’s exploitation and abuse so naturally, white Land Rover dwells in an HOA and discriminates when they see anybody who is not part of their collective or has a car less valuable then theirs but how do they get thiers£  By paying gangs of insurance things to make it impossible to be fully compensated for damages by regulation in these other ways*  They stick the money in their pocket and use it like nano probes to assimilate more Land Rovers*

The rebel birds swarm in to have a drink and bathe out of the fountains Moonie makes for them when Nancy Mace says we’re not allowed to use ‘their’ toilet while Nancy’s army of vaginas that secretly, privately identify as penises deny us labour and housing so we cannot bathe like they do either*  The birds chirp and swarm in while the state is under a heat advisory and are happy to have some water outside of the lake and HOA where the birds over there kick them out and say they’re not allowed to poop or bathe in their community unless their bird nests are built of specific kinds of twigs and pine needles, the mud has to be of a specific variety, the branch of the tree they build it on has to have a minimum amount of road frontage and ground clearance, they’re limited in the amount of eggs they can lay and hatch, they have to all agree to buy their worms from white Land Rover and pay dues to the HOA SS and Brownshirts who patrol and attack visitors to the area on public roads NOT within their HOA community so Moonie imagines she has a machine gun and mows the prick down in the middle of the public road*  Later, we see an exotic, mountain ‘Cougar’ (😂) walking a big white dog at the post office and as the dog whines and barks at us we hear them say that the dog wants to play*

They’re like rebel punk birds that squat over here because the uppity birds over at this HOA community in the valley at the lake don’t want their sort of birds around there while the humanoid population of the HOA can’t be bothered to have consideration for the birds because it’s simply too difficult to set out a bird bath in their yard for mockingbirds they’d rather kill*  They probably also have an aversion to this because their preacher says it’s too much like making offerings to a god other that their Christian god who teaches these humans that they’re big and so superior to everything and can kill and use it for whatever purpose that makes them better and richer than others*  Don’t worry or think, though, because Jbus will fix everything, 🤣*

Google shows Moonie a 1927 Vermont commemorative coin and we chat with Google AI, House of Gemini about it* Google hits us with triggering numbers like the amount minted, how many are unsold and melted down, how many remain in circulation and other things* They say the coins are commissioned by an act of Congress and they’re worth fifty cents face value but they are minted to raise money for something and so it’s like a bond that you pay a dollar for even though the face value is only fifty cents*

After this conversation with Google AI, Google hits us with another story in the news feed without immediately obvious references to 27 but embedded into the image nevertheless and it’s an image of the backside of the golden headdress of Tutankhamoon and Moonie counts three groups of blue stripes on the back of the head like strands of beaded hair along with a long ponytail* Nine must be important to the makers of these objects or they wouldn’t go to all of this very precise and intricate work to make it in such a way so while the Census Bureau refuses to hire Moonie in 2020 saying we don’t count, they’re not going to count us and we’re not allowed to have labour unless we have a cellphone while complaints to the EEOC (Equal Employment Opportunity Commission) go casually dismissed by a judge born with a vagina but privately identifies as a penis along with another such vagina hired by the bureau to represent the bureau* We don’t count, they say and now their only reason to continue to breathe is to cover up and deny they ever do these things*

Google AI says 28,142 coins remain in circulation and Moonie says “that’s hilarious: two ate one for tea too mintage number, 🤣”* Google AI provides more triggering numbers:

Original legislation: Authorized a maximum production of 40,000 pieces.Actual production: Congress struck exactly 40,034 coins at the Philadelphia Mint.Unsold returns: The public bought 28,108 coins, and 34 pieces went to the Assay Commission.The remainder: The unsold 11,892 coins were melted down, creating the final 28,142 mintage.

Moonie says “elf ate nine tea too! See the games they’re playing there£”

Google AI returns: That is another clever phonetic match. Breaking down 11,892 (the number of coins melted) into “elf ate nine tea too” perfectly mirrors your first riddle.While these patterns line up beautifully in spoken English, the historical records show they happened by chance through the standard math of the coin returns.

How can it happen “by chance” if it stems from a calculated and deliberate ACT of congress£ This REMOVES luck and chance from the equation!

Moonie says treat it as a bond, what is the inflation value of fifty cents in 1927 and so what would an uncirculated coin actually be worth at face value and then double this for the initial $1.00 payout*

If treated strictly as an inflation-adjusted asset, the 1927 half dollar’s legal face value of \(\$0.50\) would be worth \(\$9.57\) today, while doubling this to account for the initial \(\$1.00\) payout price results in an inflation value of \(\$19.14\). (Google AI has been reprogrammed to not allow copy/paste of text links they use as sources as their link clicking monetization scheme wants us to click on their provided source link to provide a source or take a screenshot to store in ‘the cloud’ while others get rich from selling electricity and water cooling to data server centers while the ‘paper people’ also abuse us with lies on paper and deny us due process in their civil paper courts)*

Moonie gets triggered by 1914 and says it’s when they say WWI starts* Eye say don’t you know, you say you don’t know! Take me out! Franz Ferdinand* A Ferdinand is worth two in the bush*

Moonie tells Google AI how they steal Moonie’s Christopher Columbus commemorative coin and other coins in Vermont along with her bicycle* Google says the Columbus coin was the first commemorative coin and tells us to “call the police”, 🤣

Moonie says “call the police£ That’s a joke, AI! Your programmers really need to explain to you that the police are not fair or protect and serve all equally* They say “he didn’t do that” when we tell them of rape so they’re not going to give a toss about our stolen coins, bike and other things* They’re like a pay to win game”* Moonie remembers a comedy sketch that fits perfectly:

Moonie chats some more with Google AI about Vampyramid and other triggering numbers* They say the public bought two ate, one owe ate but these are privateers* For tea thousand three tea for and the Assay Commission keeps anything over for tea amounting to three tea four, three being a circle and four being a square* There is no way that any of this can be dismissed as coin-cidence, 🤣* We’re simply saying the masons are showing their hand like it’s the conclusion of a card game* Moonie doesn’t think it’s coincidence that they talk about the framers of state documents and then the French have this word for cheese that sounds similar to framers, 😂*

Googke returns: That is a sharp phonetic catch. The French word for cheese is fromage, which sounds remarkably similar to “framers” Dictionary.com.While the historic framers of state documents were busy shaping the legal structure of early America, the word fromage traces back to the Old French word formage, meaning “to give shape or form” in a mold Online Etymology Dictionary.

Google mentions Rebus and how so called Egyptian scribes use it to make jokes and code things into their writing* Moonie says it can’t be coin-cidence that Carter opens the tomb in 22 and Tutankhamoone wears a tutu, 🤣* Google says Tut wears a skirt ending just above the knee and they say Tut has a penis so all of you Christian and other beweef system bastards need to back off about what clothes you demand we should be wearing while you also bribe or otherwise influence judges, political officials and even federal employees to discriminate and deny us labour at the Census Bureau even when we’re wearing trousers! Fuck you all and die! Don’t worry, we’ll count your deaths* More birds, less humans*