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March 31, 2021: 4:18 pm:

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I just returned from an errand run in Dystopia, Grants Pass, where all of the activity you may see while out in the town is all pre-arranged, is written out like a movie screenplay where all of the inhabitants are part of a vast terror army from Canada, mostly from Quebec. They took over the town of Grants Pass Oregon many years ago, and then proceeded to attack and take over the entire state of Oregon. Currently, that same terror army is engaged in taking over the remainder of USA under the false cover of the “Corona Virus” and “COVID” terror screenplay. Everyone in the town has specific routes, vehicles, destinations, scripted lines of verbiage, and other duties that are carefully arranged by Screen Actor Guild terror leadership. One of the goals of such extensive fakery is to create a false reality, where the town of Grants Pass is made to look as if there are no problems of terror takeover. Everything is made to look peaceful, normal, and in fact beautiful, when the truth is that all of the approximately 50,000 inhabitants of Josephine County Oregon, are indeed a well trained, vast, far reaching terror army composed of terror cells, where each cell is basically composed of the people who are perceived to be employees of specific retail stores, service providers, contractor companies, municipal county offices, and utility providers.

For instance, the Li’l Pantry convenience stores located throughout Oregon are indeed a very large and powerful terror cell. There are many Li’l Pantry stores, as a corporation under the guise of Dale C. Hurst L.L.C., the company is a giant among other terror cells. The corporate L.L.C. is composed of a few dozen convenience stores, and each of those local stores is a smaller terror cell under the Li’l Pantry controlling entity. The Li’l Pantry Stores are responsible for the murder and replacement of many millions of US Citizens all on their own, separate from similar “Kill & Replace” tactics if other terror cells in Oregon. Li’l Pantry terror cells have been preying on travelers, people who come to Oregon for recreation, and the local population as well, as many of the Li’l Pantry Markets are located in rural areas where great river access and other vacation destination recreational activities draw in US Citizens from all over the USA, as Southern Oregon offers world class white water rafting, boating, and is composed of some of the most beautiful outdoor recreation on earth, and that is one of the targeted groups of US Citizens that Li’l Pantry specializes in for “Kill & Replace” terror. They have support systems in place at DMV, SAG, and County Courts for making all of the arrangements necessary for dealing with names and vehicles of murdered US Citizens and the replacement of those citizens with a suitable impostor citizen/terror soldier who votes as instructed by the SAG leadership. The results of the impostor citizen voters is easily seen when you have a look at all of the US State Governors, and, all of the US Congressional members, including office of the President of USA. All are SAG shills voted into place by impostor citizens that compose the terror army I report about.

Li’l Pantry Markets are among the oldest, most established terror cells in Oregon, and have been killing US Ctizens for more than 30 years, along with Bi-Mart and Fred Meyer stores. Those are the three oldest, most established terror cells I am aware of that operate in Oregon for “Kill & Replace” terrorism.

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I went to:

Walgreen‘s

(this asshole from Centurylink ISP watches everything I do online, and they use the Symantec Norton security software to put these pop-ups on my computer whenever I begin to reveal hard core terror secrets that are happening in Oregon. That window there is supposed to scare me. They may be able to steal and change what I write to suit their terror ways and fool US national security personnel, with the Symantec products. The pop-up window was accompanied by a terror airforce airplane flyover my house at 4:49 pm just now, again, is to scare me so I won‘t post the information for trying to get some help to come to Oregon)

I also went to Bi-Mart and then to Big 5 Sporting Goods.

At Walgreen’s, the most notable things were there was a man wearing a leather skirt, he was hovering around where I was at while I looked for some brand name neo-sporin. The man’s right leg looked as if it was swollen to about double size at the calf muscle, and he had a rash on his leg there. He is there to fool US national security personnel, to cause confusion, and to support a bullshit story told by local authorities that I am a gay man who wears a skirt.

The other thing is that the same people were in the store as other times I was in the store, the “Walgreen‘s terror cell Mid-Afternoon shift” of terror soldier fake customers was present at the Walgreen’s today.

Another notable thing at Walgreen‘s is the presence of something they call “I C Three”, same as the FBI’s internet security division “IC3″. Most times I go to Walgreen’s, at some point as I am in the store, over the PA loudspeaker, someone says the words: “I See Three” or: “IC3″ as you prefer to spell it. Then, someone from the back room near the photo and UPS/Fed-Ex counter comes out, usually is a male, and that person is usually the one who does the checkout at the cash register when I make my purchase at the Walgreen‘s terror cell. As I have mentioned many times, the head of Walgreen‘s in real life is Ann Wilson of Heart who is stationed at Kauai Ranch on the Island of Kauai along with other terror take over high commanders of Amp Guru of the Vatican Choir. (this is real terrorism, not that fake kind you can learn about on the news on Twitter)

I don‘t know what the significance of “I See Three” or: “IC3″ is, I do know it’s worth explaining, so there you have it... “IC3″ at Walgreen‘s is when someone is called to the front register from the back room areas of the store over the PA loudspeaker.

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More later, I need to stop the terror report for now for a little while. it’s 5:08 pm.

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5:26 pm:

Continued after a short break to clean my Horrible Poison Attack Wound that the medical facilities refuse to treat because I am neither a Canadian terror soldier, or a Screen Actor Guild terror leader with SAG Card in Good Standing and Dues Paid in Full.

As I reported before, the Walmart Equate brand of Antibiotic and Pain Reliever Ointment made my wounds worse, and application of the Equate Brand ointment indeed increased the pain to unbearable level pain, where washing away the ointment with peroxide was the pain relieving activity. So, now I have some name brand neo-sporin antibiotic ointment & pain reliever, and have applied that to the Horrible Poison Attack Wound areas where the open sores are not healing at a rate that is normal. Healing is slow to non-existent. I am going to see if the name brand neo-sporin is helpful, so far, after about fifteen minutes, I can report the area covered with neo-sporin as “soothing”, maybe later I can add “healing” to that.

I went to Bi-Mart after going to Walgreen‘s. There, two notable things happened.

One, is there is some pants at Bi-Mart that I found to be good pants, so, when I go to Bi-Mart I usually check to see if they are on sale as they do go on sale from time to time. Each time I have gone to the pants isle, there is a man who approaches me, is always the same man, he always says the same things. He pretends to also be looking at the same pants I am interested in. He points to the pants he is wearing, which I would describe as loose fitting tan colored slacks. The man insists that he is wearing the Rangler brand pants that are there on the shelf and proceeds to explain how he likes the pants, says they are durable and fit good, etc, and so on. What he is really doing, is a set-up, where focus of pants conversation turns to the pockets on the pants, with emphasis on a patch that Rangler puts on their Carpenter and Ranger style pants at the pocket. That patch is put there to accommodate a variety of utility clip on items that men like to have with them such as a folding knife or a “Leatherman“ style utility tool. The man also likes to talk about how deep the pockets are of the pants he wants to talk about, while he is saying that he is wearing such a pair at the time, when he is not, but is wearing slacks. It’s a bullshit story told where the pants that have pockets on the leg, such as are called “Cargo Pants“, are said to be worn by thieves who use those pants to steal items.

Around here, if you are a US Citizen, and you are wearing pants that can be called “Cargo Pants”, you are immediately marked to be set-up as a thief at a store, and all of the stores are terror cells that work in concert with the County Court terror cell, and the Sheriff terror cell, the city and state Police terror cells.

The courts took away my Kirshaw model 1840 personal defense when I was at the courts (fingernail clippers), they said they would give them back, but that was a lie told by the bailiff. The courts will not give me my defense tools back unless they have a terror soldier stab me in the back with them, and that is the only way I could ever hope to get my Kirshaw model 1840′s back from the courts.

I purchased my Kirshaw’s at the Bi-mart years ago, the Bi-Mart used to have a good selection of Kirshaw products, but today, the Kirshaw products were in short supply, and when I specifically asked for a model 1840, I was told by the Canadian terror soldier Bi-Mart Gun Counter representative that: “Our store has chosen to discontinue carrying the Kirshaw model 1840″.

It’s important that US national security see what is really going on, rather than what the courts and state police are trying to sell to them with regard to what happened at the Bi-Mart today. I went there because I needed a tarp, and Bi-Mart has the best selection of reasonably priced tarps. The need for me to go to Bi-Mart was a set-up all by itself, when some terror soldiers tore a tarp that I already had in place, and need a new one. The “torn tarp Bi-Mart set-up” has happened many times in the past the same way it was done this past week when the tarp was vandalized and torn. The terror soldiers have learned that when I need particular items, I will go to particular places to get them, and I get my tarps at Bi-Mart, the courts know it, and arrange that I will go to Bi-Mart, while claiming that I am planning some kind of attack to hurt a particular person who goes by the name of “Unspeakable Litigation” that I am bound by the courts not to mention anything about that particular terror soldier in the neighborhood.

I went to Big 5 after that, and I am pretty sure the store manager’s nitrous oxide tank was ignited by my Bic Lighter, and he went into the small back office after he became ignited. I heard screaming and coughing from that room after I saw the manager quickly go into the small office there at the back gun counter.

I was surprised to otherwise learn that the sales representative was both friendly and knowledgeable about the products I was interested in.

Other than that, I was followed when I got on my way to go into town by a little black Honda car that frequents the Monroe terror cell, and also is often at the Chartrand terror cell. The car is part of Bad Guy Automotive, and they were waiting for me to go to Walgreen’s, as there is no privacy around here, and the incoming call from Walgreen’s that came in this morning, was listened to by Bad Guy Auto (a Google sponsored terror cell) with a Stingray Surveillance unit that was issued to them by the State Police terror cell for preying on US citizens such as I am.

A mysterious black Jeep also followed me, and also followed the Bad Guy Auto Honda car. The Jeep got onto the southbound I-5 while the Bad Guy Auto Black Honda went across the freeway towards Jump Off Joe Creek Road and where the northbound freeway onramp is at.

I pulled over, to allow that the people following me could get on their way a safe distance ahead of me while I was on my way to run errands in Dystopia.

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6:23 pm:

There is always some asshole who is on Jackpine when I return from going somewhere, and always when I go to Walgreen‘s without fail, there is some asshole hovering around near my driveway. Today was as per usual, and there was no shortage of assholes on Jackpine when I returned, they included one strange Cross-Over style car that I don‘t think I have seen before, the driver slowed down on approach as I reached where Clyde Baum’s terror cell is at, 333 Jackpine, and that driver started to wave at me in an animated sort of “really hamming it up” kind of wave as if we are old friends who are excited to see one another... but I have no idea who it was, I just go by while saying: “Go fuck off somewhere else you terrorist bitch” quietly to myself, but also knowing that the implanted microphone transmitter in my jaw that the terror army put there in 2011 is still broadcasting every thing I say, and all of the neighbor terror cells have an iPhone App that can pick up the frequency of that implanted microphone transmitter. There is nothing I can do about that, it’s always on, always broadcasting every sound my mouth makes since 2011, and at full volume levels, is much louder than the “Comm” devices used by the local terror army.

Also, there was a neighborhood Pow-Wow out front near my driveway across from Monroe’s driveway, included that man that was driving the light blue Ford F-250 w/lumber rack that I saw yesterday, the one I explained did the “Shark Maneuver”, and someone who meets the description of “the real Lorena Chapman was also there on Jackpine! That Real Chapman was a surprise to see, as I have not seen anyone that I would say could be “The real Lorena Chapman” for at least three years. Having said that, it’s also important to mention that Lorena Chapman is a Master of disguises, she can look as a man, can be thin, can be fat, can look old or young, so, it’s important to know that about her. I think I saw the real Lorena Chapman without any make-up on, and she was with the man who I saw driving the blue colored Ford Truck yesterday. That Ford went up towards where Sparacino and where Wesely Crowel live, towards 549 and 545 Jackpine. I think Wesely Crowel has been dead for some time, and his house is used the same way as all of the others are used, as terror attack staging areas. The Crowel House is a very nice, new home, is suitable for Washington DC and Hollywood level terror cell leadership members to stay, is like a “Suite Upgrade” at “Pirates of the Caribbean Hotel”.

Those two, the Chapman and the Ford guy were having a pow-wow under cover of Unspeakable Litigation on Jackpine as I returned from an errand run in Dystopia. Chapman is a leading member of The County Courts terror cell, and is known as “The Priestess” of the Grants Pass Community Church on Russell Road.

The sound of chainsaws on high RPM accompanied my drive into my yard as I opened my driveway gate, and the Pow-Wow group moved southward on foot to unknown destinations. The male and female I saw, and the animated Cross-Over person who waived at me, do not live in the neighborhood, which is a private community dead end road, unspeakable litigation seems to have taken over one of the houses in the neighborhood, but I am bound by the courts not to mention any of the activities of the terror soldiers who kill and replace the US Citizens when those terror soldiers are particular county courts terror operatives.

This is a good place for a reminder that the address of 507 where Joan & Harold Phillips are said to live (Harold is deceased about 4 years ago) are directly associated to the British Throne, and one of them is rumored to be a blood relative family member of the Windsor family of British Royalty, and that is part of why Jackpine is so very important to the terror army, and why there are so many high rank terror cells in the Hugo Oregon and Merlin Oregon area.

( In the unlikely event that there could be some US national security personnel assigned to study what I report here, and if those persons happened to have been listening to two phone calls that I was a part of yesterday and the day before where I sought medical help from a female that I used to know, and called, please listen again to the recordings you made during those calls. Where you here the female I was speaking with say “Uhh-Huh“ in a sarcastic tone, that “Uhh Huh” (sort of a sarcastic nod of agreement, where it’s more as an implication that I was not telling the truth, is like a “Yeah sure, whatever you say” sarcasm) That voice belongs to Lorena Chapman, she has a Stingray Surveillance unit. She and others prevent me from making phone calls that reach helpful people. It’s because of those Stingray’s and other “Spaghetti Phone” situation that no US Citizens can reach US national security or any public safety of any kind. The Stingray’s in the hands of the terror army turn a call to report terror and mass murder into the equivalent of a 900 sex call, because the terror soldiers interfere with the calls to that extent. A citizen makes a call to FBI to report murder, but all the FBI intake officer hears on the phone is the kinds of sounds and words that people make when having sex. The citizen is unable to make the report and the caller ID is coming from that citizens phone, so, those persons are further victimized because in that situation, sometimes the result is that the terror army with the Stingray effectively weaponizes the FBI against the citizen, who is only trying to get help the way they are supposed to do, by calling FBI.

Please listen again to the recordings to find instances of Lorena Chapman interfering with the calls yesterday and the day before with use of a Stingray surveillance unit.

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7:26 pm:

Horrible Poison Attack Leg Rash Update:

I am confidant to say that the rash, the condition of my toes feeling so ice cold, the persistent and painful leg cramp/spasm of the calf muscles and the muscle that is at the front of the shin from ankle to knee, including those lesions, are going to all heal up just fine. I estimate that within the next seven days I will be symptom free, and will only need to wait a short time more for the lesions to fully close up with fresh, new skin.

Yesterdays visits to the terror controlled medical facilities at Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon and then to the Asante Urgent Care in White City (just east of Medford on Hwy 62 at Avenue G) was the best thing that happened with regard to my leg injury to date. That appointment forced me to walk on the leg, and I wa able to force myself to walk in order to do what I needed to do, without any of the local neighborhood terror soldiers hunting me with cross-bows or trying to run me over. I really thought that my leg was not going to respond well to walking on it enough to see those fake doctors, but by the time I returned home, I noticed that the color had returned to my toes, they had been ghostly white, with no indication of blood flow, but by the end of the day, I had color and feeling starting to return to my toes. The open sores are not healing because the poison is still in the muscle tissue of my leg. What I am seeing in the lesions, is each lesion is where the impact of the poison laiden syringe injected unknown substances into my leg. I can see that as I peel away the dead skin on three of those places so far, there is a small pool of poison there, an abscess, about 1/8 inch round place where a pool of the poison is contained. There are many still there, and I have felt them pop inside my leg yesterday and today, then after the painful pop, the liquid leaks out, but the liquid is not any infected sort of liquid like I would expect, but I am certain is a mix of water and poison my body is expelling on it’s own.

There are still more of those abscess pools inside my ankle area. They hurt real bad, and when they pop, it makes me shout in pain, is that painful.

Healing is happening, I have color and feeling in my toes. I did not experience a cramp or muscle spasm today while out doing errands in Dystopia.

Yesterday, the fake doctor at Asante Urgent Care told me that If I waited until today to go to an emergency hospital, that it would be too late, and my leg would need to be amputated above the knee. He said that without providing any treatment, and without any diagnosis, as he urged and pressured me to go to Asante ER or Providence ER right away, otherwise amputation above the knee would need to happen.

That, and today, I am confidant without doubt that soon, I will be completely symptom free, and with some walking, my leg muscle strength will return to normal, full strength StoneMan Stride.

For others who may experience this kind of attack, it’s imperative that you do not go to a Asante hospital until US national security persons announce that the corona virus is fake, and that the hospitals are staffed with real US doctors once again. The magic for my healing is with hydrogen peroxide cleansing often, and mega dose of fish oil vitamins and of vitamin E. I opened the vitamin E gel caps and applied the clear vitamin liquid onto the open sores when I learned that the Equate brand ointment was also poisoned. That vitamin E smeared on the wounds is what I am going to say was the magic that made what little healing I am seeing begin to happen. I also used maximum allowable Ibuprofen, about 3600 mgs per day, though I would have preferred not to have had to do that. The reason the ibuprofen is good, is it is helpful for inflammation and swelling, but mostly is a blood thinner, and that is the reason I chose to use so much of it. I don’t need to use that much now, the high use of the ibuprofen lasted only about five days during the worst part of the symptoms.

Aggressively massaging the wounded areas in effort to move blood from my calf to my toes manually, is also key to my healing, was painful to do, but was required.

So, Ibuprofen, Vitamin E smeared directly onto the open sores, and a lot of hydrogen peroxide is what has got me to a point of confidence in healing, The next thing I need to do, is walk safely, somehow without Monroe’s terror cell seeing me, so I can do it without being shot with a cross-bow.

Horrible Poison Rash Leg Attack on the mend!

It’s looking much better than it has looked in a long time!

The name brand Neo-sporin antibiotic ointment and pain reliever is working already the way it’s supposed to do. That Equate brand has something wrong with it, I want encourage FDA to have a look at that stuff, I have still on unopened package, so, that is available, but I used almost one package completely while learning that the medicine from the Walmart is poisoned also, the remedy is worse than the ailment when I used the Equate brand ointment,

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8:48 pm:

This about Sarah Palin is in conflict with information I have.

The information I have, is eye-witness information. It includes what I saw and what I heard others say about events that took place on March 3, 2021 at Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon.

So far, I have told only very little about what happened that day, the events that took place at Pain Specialists were so very intense, and including so much violence that I am reluctant to say what I saw, what I experienced, what I heard from others, I did write it down though, just in case there are some US national security personnel who will begin to protect USA from terror take over soon.

The things that happened included that Sarah Palin was laying on the floor of a SUV that was parked in the parking lot at Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon at 825 Bennett Ave in Medford Oregon on 3-3-2021 at about just a little before noon. The SUV was driven by Nancy Wilson of the band Heart.

Like I said, a lot happened, but the part that concerns Ms. Palin also concerns Ms. Wilson. The way it looked, and in agreement with what I heard happen as it happened, is Palin was releasing nitrous oxide while staying out of sight inside that SUV, while Nancy Wilson made distractions by drawing attention to herself, and away from the SUV where Palin was laying on the floor of the backseat. Both women were releasing nitrous, they both have been trying to kill me since around 2007 or so when Safari terror cell that they are both a part of, came to my house in a big way, with four African Lions in a special trailer with a US national guard vehicle pulling the trailer that had the Lions in it. (I wrote about that event in a different post on this account). Wilson was walking back and forth from the SUV to the front entrance of the Pain Specialists, releasing gas that way, while walking in the parking lot and drawing attention.

So, what I saw, was Palin‘s rectally holstered nitrous oxide tank ignited as I lit my lighter to try to ignite Wilson’s nitrous tank, as I was parked just four parking slots away from the SUV and recognized Ms. Wilson, so I knew what she was doing. (I grew up with the Wilson sisters, we were neighbors in 1971-1975 ish, I was best freind with their brother Howard, and knew their mom, who is also named Ann Wilson.) Wilson did not ignite to my knowledge, but Palin‘s tank did ignite, had it not ignited I may have not known that Palin was there in the SUV, There was a scream from the SUV and I saw a female moving very quickly around inside of the SUV, There was shouting “Palin’s tank lit!” coming from somewhere nearby, another car in the parking lot. Then Wilson went to the SUV, got in, started the motor and quickly drove away out of the parking lot.

How sure am I that it was Palin and Wilson?

not very sure is the answer. I did not get close to either of them, but I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and I know both of those women enough that they have both been to my home more than once, I know what they are part of, and I know that the Wilson sisters are at the very top of the terror command, right there along side of Roger Waters and David Gilmour of Pink Floyd, and until Gilmour was killed in defense at the Grants Pass Walmart last year, he and Waters were the very top leadership of the Vatican Choir and controlled everything that Amp Guru is part of.

Gilmour is dead now, Waters may also be dead, I am not sure. But Ann & Nancy Wilson remain at the top levels of Vatican Choir. Nancy Wilson has only one arm, she lost her arm in around 2010 while trying to kill me at the office of Dr. Gibbons (maybe is Dr. Givvens) of Grants Pass Oregon.

Palin, along with Ted nugent and Kid Rock are part of the very top level of Safari terror cell. The way I understand it, nugent and Palin both have access to people who can obtain African Lions, and it’s the Lions that make Safari terror cell what it is. Safari is a murder for entertainment terror cell, but it also is useful for taking out public safety personnel who are doing stake out activities. Safari terror cell is composed of famous musicians, they are able to lure public safety personnel into various kinds of compromising positions, including being in the path of an African Lion released in places where such public safety persons are simply not prepared to deal with incoming African Lions.

Like I said above, this is real terrorism, it included take over of USA, there are no Muslims armed with box cutters or back pack bombs, that is all fake terrorism, is put there in the news to fool everyone, and make sure that no one ever thinks about possibility of the truth, that rock stars are the terror leadership. They play music on stage as a day job, and after the show, they use their celebrity status to gain access to places that otherwise have no way that anyone could ever be invited inside.

Think: Bob Hope was invited to perform and entertain US Military troops at a time of war, onboard the US navy boats, and at the remote US Military bases.

That was then, the Screen Actor Guild take over of US Military with use of nitrous oxide, pretty girls, and celebrity fame and it was done sometimes, live, on TV, just the same way John F. Kennedy was murdered by the same group of people, on television, on a live broadcast, while on a parade.

Bob Hope and USO shows is the same as a parade where the troops are in the Lincoln Continental.

now, it’s the musicians who are the commanding forerunners of the terror take over of USA.

Palin is/was part of Safari terror leadership along with Ted nugent. I am pretty sure Ted nugent is also dead, and has been for about two years.

So, that is a small part of what happened on 3-3-2021 in Medford, and some bonus material, even it turns out that the people were not Palin and Wilson, those things I explained still happened that day, and a lot more.

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10:18 pm:

I stepped outside a moment ago, there is a medium sized powerful jet airplane flying around nearby, it passed over my home area, to the west a bit, low and slow. I estimate it was flying at 3000 to 5000 feet altitude and was headed south the last time I saw it. The airplane fits the criteria for a SAGClubMed Junket Jet, but it’s dark outside, and I cannot be sure just based on altitude and airplane size. It may be destined for Grants Pass Municipal Airport, if so, it’s on approach to land momentarily ... it’s 10:24 pm.

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10:36 pm:

Just in case:

I stepped outside again, and observed a high flying commercial airliner as it is currently passing overhead along the I-5 corridor at about 50,000 feet altitude, headed south. Sometimes it seems as though the air traffic is routed in ways that will get a reaction from me about the traffic, that commercial jet is one of those times.

I don‘t often see commercial airline flights anymore passing over the I-5 corridor as they have usually done for as long as I have lived here, This past year I may have seen only perhaps thirty or forty commercial airplanes over the course of the entire year, where before Corona Virus took over the US, I would see that many in a week without even trying to look for them. I was surprised to see a commercial airliner today on my way into town for the Walgreen‘s visit, that one was also headed south, and very high up.

I am always vigilant of the sky when I go outdoors, as I am always optimistic that one day, US Military will come to Oregon to stop the terror take over, so, I keep looking for them, sort of wishing for the return of my own freedom.

The last time I saw US Military aircraft fly over this area, there were about five very large, very green airplanes all headed north. That was about five days after I went to Coronado Island, and witnessed the takeover of the Military bases there. While there, I saw the biggest airplane I have ever seen, it was flying about fifty feet above the bay out front of the Coronado Hotel. The plane was flying so low, that it made a wake on the surface of the water, then, that big airplane crashed into a fire ball on the other side of the bay where there is an US airbase.

There were no news reports of the airplane crashing there.

That weekend, I witnessed about 300 US navy troops beheaded on the main street there on the island out front of a Berkshire Hathaway Real Estate office.

I had gone there to tell them of the attack, as I was made aware of it while in Arizona visiting my mom. I drove all the way there from AZ to try to report what I had learned in Arizona at a house on the corner of Calle Amigo and Cam Viejo in Bullhead City. The people at the base did not believe me when I called on the phone, and once I got there, no one would believe me then either, I was turned away at the gate to to one of the bases when I asked to speak with an officer, so, I wrote a quick note, on the only piece of paper I had at the time, a one-hundred dollar bill, just a few words, and I asked that gate guard to give the note to the commanding officer, and advised that they use the money to buy some candles.

In USA, there is no way that anyone can ever reach people who have authority to stop terrorism, mass murder, terror take over of the whole country. It’s not possible to reach those kinds of people, they do not exist, I have been trying for more than twenty years, and have never been successful at getting through to anyone interested in doing national security work enough that they will speak with me about it.

I guess what I was trying to point out is that after the dust settled when Coronado Island was hijacked, the terror bastards seem to have stolen some of aircraft, and that is what I believe I saw that one day when the five or so US Green airplanes flew low over the neighborhood towards the north. I suspect there were many more than the ones I saw going north, towards Canada is where north is from here in this part of Oregon.

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11:37 pm:

I saw something I don’t recall having seen before today, is worth a mention:

At about the corner of 7th and H Streets, there was a Twitter news style “COVID-19 Test Center“ complete with tha white easy-up canopy, a whole bunch of orange cones arranged to turn the parking lot there into a place where many cars can line up for extermination services right there in town. There were three people manning the canopy, and one person was sort of slumped over the curb partially on the side walk, and partially on the black top parking area.

The parking area was completely empty, no cars in the COVID 19 Orange Cones of Death were there, a great big parking area, with hundreds of cones, one white Easy-Up canopy, three people manning the canopy, and one dead looking fellow. I could not tell if the people manning the COVID Canopy were wearing OSHA approved PPE or not as I drove by, I kept looking to see if the dead guy was going to move, which he or she did not do, looked dead.

What I found interesting beyond the notion that we are entering a era of public execution by injection and advertising in the form of “Bait & Switch” where they tell you that a inoculation is available, but reality is extermination by Euthanasia. (look for Twitter news stories featuring young people in Asia, such as “K-Pop” to learn more about “Euthanasia” terror comm from network news media on Twitter, (Youth in Asia) is that the parking area was roped off. There were cones making the lanes for the traffic where many cars could fit while waiting their turn to get COVID tested at the easy-up canopy, and all of the entrances to that parking lot that I could see were roped off and had a sign that said something like: “no trespassing! These Premises are Private Property”. The way it looked, is that there is no way to even drive your car into the COVID Test Center Canopy.

It all makes me think that maybe it was just a modern Art Installation, and the person that was sort of on the ground slumped over the curb, was representative of a dead COVID Vaccine Recipient.

That would be good.

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> Namjoon goes on a small quest around town in search for one open Coinstar. What does he get instead? You.

♦︎ Namjoon x Reader

“ Please please please be enough “ Namjoon breathed as he fed the kiosk his last dollar bill.

$26 AVAILABLE

“ No!” He moaned and slammed his head against the stupid machine.

He didn’t have anymore paper money on him, only change - and he only needed two more dollars. Which meant one thing : he had to find a coinstar. What store would be open on the 26th of December at 11:30 at night?

Namjoon knew he had no one to blame but himself. Considering the weather was blasting a fucking blizzard party outside his apartment, he couldn’t help but drag his freezing toes to his heater to turn it up high late at night. In return, his PUD bill was going through the roof.

Earlier in the evening, Namjoon had been lousing in the living-room, basking in the warmth of his heater, when the power suddenly shut down. Sitting in the dark, he had sighed, realizing he forgot to pay his bill.

Hence, that brings him to now, cursing the stupid kiosk machine one last time before climbing back into his car to start his trek for a coinstar machine. Namjoon knew for a fact that Safeway had one. They stay open till 1 or 2 am, right?

Namjoon had to suppress the scream rising out of his throat as he stared at the OPEN FROM 5 AM - 11 PM sign that seemed to laugh at his failure. Since when did Safeway close so fucking early? It was a mere 11:40 pm and the one store he had relied on just had to be closed. With a sigh, Namjoon walked dejectedly towards his small car.

Someone, with the same intention it seemed, passed by him towards the store.

“ It’s closed, no use.” Namjoon called over his shoulder, saving the old man a short walk to the storefront.

The man scowled and nodded his head in thanks, so Namjoon turned back to unlock his car.

There, he spent a solid 5 minutes looking for a coinstar location on his phone. The closest one was in a Walmart about 2 miles away. Namjoon checked the online store hours 3 more times before starting his car and heading over for what he hoped was his last stop. That fucking 24-Hour kiosk machine.

“ Damn that no-change-accepting pile of metal.” He mumbled under his breath as he drove across town through the chilly night.

Namjoon could have cried with joy at seeing the very-much open Walmart store before him. He never knew he would be so happy to be at a Walmart, for Christ’s sake. But he wasn’t going to complain, he thought, smiling to himself as he bustled into the vast store.

Despite the harsh lights, the atmosphere was very peaceful, barely a soul in sight, save for the employee waiting at the entrance. Her vest read Theft Preventer. It was a bit cheesy for a superstore, but Namjoon didn’t really care. She looked quite tired, standing at the automatic-doors and greeting him warmly as he walked in. He felt a pang of sympathy for her. Working alone late at night at a dingy Walmart didn’t seem like the best way to be spending your holidays, so Namjoon gave her a sympathetic smile before turning towards the line of vending machines.

His small smile turned into a full-on grin as he layed eyes on the Coinstar machine in front of him. His tired - but hopeful - eyes scanned the machine, and upon taking in its condition, his smile dropped immediately. They had to be kidding him. The normal welcome screen was black and anything but welcoming. He strides up to the box, pressing the worn buttons. Nothing. Panicked, Namjoon turned towards the employee,

“ This coinstar machine works, right?” He pleaded, gesturing towards the green metal box before them.

Now it was her turn to give him the sympathetic smile, as she replied with “ Unfortunately, no. The power is out in it, no matter what we do.”

His reacting expression must have been a sight to see, because the girl quickly came up with an alternative.

“ The cashier up front could probably exchange your change for dollars.” She told him, peering down the long, empty line of cash registers where only one was open. And of course the one open register had a sizeable line before it. Namjoon’s head ached. He was freezing in his hoodie, and his eyes drooped out of exhaustion. He wished he could turn back time and had never turned on his fucking heater. Then he wouldn’t have had to go through this long, midnight journey to find just one dumb coinstar - one that wasn’t even working to begin with.

The employee looked at him with sympathy, and Namjoon watched as her expression turned to a thoughtful one.

“ How many dollars do you need?” She asked suddenly.

Namjoon spluttered in shock, not knowing a clue where she was heading, but replied ( more like mumbled ) with a “ Uh, just two dollars.”

Then her face lit up with a smile “ You have quarters, right? I have an extra two dollars you can have for your quarters.”

Namjoon felt a small butterfly in his chest at her kind words, and his ears turned a little red as he quickly dug out the eight quarters he had, and exchanged them for her own personal paper dollars. He couldn’t have been more grateful in that moment.

“ God, thank you so so much..” He paused, glancing at her name tag before finishing his sentence “… y/n. You didn’t have to do this, i really appreciate it.”

“ Don’t worry about it, uh..” Her words stumbled, not knowing his name.

“ Namjoon.” He helped with a grateful smile, one that accentuated his dimples, and she couldn’t help but return his grin.

“ Don’t worry about it Namjoon. I needed some change for my laundry anyway.” And she really did need some change. It was easy to just exchange them at a register, but still, it saved her a few minutes after her shift, at least. Namjoon was very kind to her anyway, even in his sleep-deprived state. Probably not his version of a good first-impression, but she didn’t mind. He was quite adorable with his half-open eyes and dimples.

“ Attention all guests, the store will close in 15 minutes “ The store intercom broke both Namjoon and y/n out of their trance. They were brought back to the Walmart entrance, under glaring lights and a broken coinstar.

“ Thank you again. I really needed to pay my PUD, but the stupid 24-hour kiosk won’t accept change and I had no more physical cash on me so I had to find a coinstar, but luckily you…” Namjoon realized he was rambling on, so he shut himself up and decided on smiling in thanks instead.

Y/n gave an understanding tilt of her head “ Yeah, been there, done that. It sucks.”

Namjoon nodded and said no more. Neither person wanted to really leave, despite the time of day and the exhaustion weighing down their shoulders. Y/n decided to take the next step.

“ My shift is over in about 12 minutes, if you wanna go grab some Wendy’s or something… This is kind of against employee policy, but you’re really kind.” She breathed, hesitant.

Namjoon was surprised, to say the least, but he found himself accepting her invitation. There was something about her that was intriguing, yet he couldn’t pinpoint it. Nevertheless, she had good taste when it came to fast-food chains, so why not?

“ Sure. I should probably go pay my PUD first so the food in my freezer doesn’t go bad..” He scratched his neck, bearing a sheepish grin. “ I don’t usually forget, but today was an exception, I guess.”

She chuckled in response, “ Of course. That gives me some time to clock out anyway. The Wendy’s on 4th, right?”

“ Yeah! That’s actually right nearby my place.” Namjoon bid a small farewell to y/n, before turning to leave. A massive smile was plastered across Namjoon’s face as he walked out of the store. Instead of cursing them, Namjoon thanked Walmart for having a broken coinstar for once.

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silyabeeodess · 7 years

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So, there have been a lot of issues lately around my area involving the trafficking of young girls, and I and members of my family had issues in the past with creeps, but something happened tonight that‘s finally pushed me to saying something, if only to thank a certain party involved: Tonight, my family and I went to Walmart. Of course, it’s well past nightfall, and certain areas of the store are already closing. There’s hardly anyone left in the building and the employees are checking inventory and restocking shelves. My mother and I went to the bathroom in the front of the store, and because I got out before her, I decided I’d stop by this small arcade area in the front of the store. (I’m a sucker for temporary tattoos.)

While I’m heading that way, I just so happen to walk past a man in a blue T-shirt and we both glanced at each other as we’re each heading in the direction the other is coming from. Now, I’ve been taught to be cautious, but I’m also not the kind of person to be scared away by a random stranger, but right from the get go there’s something about the way this man looks that makes instinct scream “wrong.” Still, I pretend to barely pay him a moment’s look, give him a polite distance--particularly because we’re not far from the front doors and there just so happened to be no employees on that side watching them at the time--and continue on my way. I’m not about to let me paranoia make me treat another person like the plague (or stop me from getting my tattoo). I’m going to try to assume that this man just entered Walmart like I did and is going about his shopping.

Now here’s where things get freaky. I am the only person in this small arcade area, and I don’t stay there for all that long. In between the period where I’ve looked at all of the two crane machines there and exchanged a dollar bill for quarters in a machine though, the same man happens to pass by the arcade a second time, heading back the way he came. Again, my guard is up, but he could’ve just stopped inside to go to the bathroom. Men usually pee fast. What I did take notice of though was that this man didn’t turn off at any point to go further within the store and that he carried nothing on him as though he was or had been shopping.

I go to the very back of the arcade. I buy my tattoo. I turn around, and there’s the same man blocking the only way out of the arcade. I stay there for a bit longer, examining what I got, checking my money, and taking a moment to look at my phone. He looks at the cranes machines for all of a few seconds and then appears to do nothing more than meander in place. That’s it for me. Three strikes and now I am not letting the feeling go that this man is up to something. I stay where I am, because I can’t shake the idea out of my head that if I try to act normal and walk past him that he will grab me and try to drag me out of the store. I am a small woman that looks like a girl in middle-school: I am not going to win in a fight of brute strength with this person.

A happy accident happened: I dropped one of my quarters. It was an excuse for me to stay. Flashing an embarrassed smile as I squat down, I kept my body facing the man and loudly started talking to myself before explaining the situation. I kept my phone out. This man was still too far away to see it, so I immediately texted my mother where I was and what was happening. I used my phone as a flashlight and kept talking aloud to no one in particular as I looked and waited.

My mother didn’t answer me, and I started to worry. I could see my quarter wedged near one of the machines and the wall, but I couldn’t say I’d found it yet. The man in the blue shirt was still standing there.

That’s when I heard it, “Is everything ok?”

I looked up and there was an older gentlemen in a Walmart uniform pushing a cart, stopped in the front of the arcade. I heard the first man utter a faint ‘yeah’ and I spoke up loudly, “Yeah, I just lost my quarter,” quickly grabbed the coin, and darted for exit all while we still traded words back and forth. I wanted to say more than the pointless babble I can’t remember about the quarter though. I wanted to say how badly I felt this man was lurking around. I wanted to ask the employee with my eyes if he got the same vibe I did and that’s why he stopped to ask is things were alright, and that by doing so he was protecting me. I wanted to thank him. But what could I say without voicing my paranoia aloud, letting this creep come up with some excuse, and starting a scene that would evolve into nothing without proof beyond a few odd actions and a gut feeling?

I found my mother shortly after, but I saw neither of the men for the remainder of the time that we were there. I wasn’t able to find the older gentleman again to give any thanks and explain the situation for what it was. I am writing this to thank him, even though he’ll likely never see it, and tell other people to be careful.

These may seem like things you’ve heard time and time again, but it’s not a joke. Never assume that you are ten-feet tall and bulletproof. Never assume that any one place is safe. Never assume that, just because you go somewhere with friends or family or security, you’ll be protected. Never assume that a person who’s after you is working alone. You are your first line of defense in any situation, and you have to walk into each one cunningly prepared.

A few things to remember:

Who is around me? Am I in a crowded place or alone? What vibe am I getting from these people? No, you can’t let your paranoia run away with you, but automatically assuming that the strangers around you are trustworthy and ignoring their behavior is a problem. Not only are you going to want to notice certain clues that they could be after you, you’ll want to take in the details of their appearance. That will make them easier to report when you do find help.

Do I know how many exits are in this place? Where are they? Where will there be the most people or someone I can go to for help? Knowing your location can be key. Getting pinned like I did can be the worst situation to find yourself in, because there’s nowhere for you to go and, if you don’t get lucky, your stalker will eventually catch on that you’re aware of them. If you do get pinned, keep yourself busy until help arrives. Pretend to be distracted: Browse shelves, read things, look at your phone, lose something, have an imaginary conversation on your phone. Pretend to be too busy to pay them any attention all while keeping your senses alert. Also, while you can still get attacked in a crowded location, your stalker would have to be pretty ballsy or pretty stupid to do so unless they had a clean getaway nearby. Always stay sharp, but usually the more people around you the better.

Who can I call for help? You can’t exactly start screaming at the top of your lungs if the person after you haven’t shown any true hostility against you yet. If you have a cell phone though, you keep it glued to you. It doesn’t matter if you’re with friends or alone, you let someone know where you are and, if you can, you tell them what’s happening. Afterwards, get ready to make that phone call. Get ready to start shouting details what your assailant looks like. Get ready to scream. If you know someone is following you, but they still haven’t acted yet, you find someone like an employee, a security guard, or a policemen to escort you where you need to go if you’re alone--or even if you have friends. You don’t go anywhere that would give your stalker a prime opportunity to grab you.

Should I just act like they’re not there? No! BE LOUD!!! A loud target is a difficult target, one that a criminal can’t easily drag into the night. They don’t want the attention, or again, they’d have to be pretty ballsy or stupid to risk it. Even if you’re still in acting mode, pretending to be naïve, be a loud mouth. Talk to yourself, talk on the phone, complain about something to the air, be clumsy and knock something over. Draw attention to yourself to the point where other people will have no choice but to watch you too. If you don’t have a phone and there’s no one around, pretend that there is. If your assailant tries to make a move, you immediately start shouting. Even if you can’ t fight back, you can pretend that you know what your doing all while calling anyone who could possibly hear you to the scene. I once had a self-defense trainer that had a student who was alone in a gym one day. A pair of men walked into the girl’s locker room while she was naked and approached her, so she jumped into a fighting stance, bellowed a raging shout, and hollered “I’m a black belt in karate! Take one step closer and I’ll kill you!“ In truth, she was a beginner, but even if they didn’t buy her bluff, they still walked away. Because someone else would’ve come to help her as loud as she shouted. Another thing this same trainer did in the middle of class was, while he was giving us a lecture about how to avoid fights, look to the far doors of the room and shout, “Yeah, you can come on in!” There was no one there, but we all looked. He then explained that the idea is to deflect attention away from yourself to give you those few, sweet seconds to start running.

I can’t fight. How can I defend myself? You can be the biggest-baddy out there in a fight and that still doesn’t mean you’re safe. There are just as many people who will target you because you look like a threat/challenge as there are people that will target you for being the size of kindergartener. Combat/Self-defense lessons help, but they don’t guarantee that you can fight off an assailant. I took a couple, and I’m telling you that my small body and noodle arms aren’t going to save me in a real fight. Fighting should be your last resort, but here are a couple of things to keep in mind should you find yourself with no other choice:

1.) Improvised weapons are wonderful. Say you’re walking to your car in a parking garage and someone jumps out at you. If you have your key already in your hand, you can target their face and slash/stab them with it. And, if your key is already out, you can get inside your car faster than you would if you had to hunt for it in your bag or pocket, giving your stalker less time to make a move. (Note: Dimly lit places like parking garages where there are plenty of places to lurk and few people around are perfect for creeps to lie in wait.)

2.) Your stance is everything. The appropriate stance can do things like make you feel heavier if your attacker tries to pick you up or help you maintain your balance when recovering from a blow. Understand where you’re driving your weight and in which situations it will hold your body in place. (Someone with more training can explain this better than I can.) Knowing how to brace yourself for a blow is just as important as knowing how to deal one. Tighten the muscles in your stomach for a punch to the gut or the muscles in your throat if someone tries to strangle you. Have your arms level at all times to be ready to block.

3.) Know your opponents’ weak-points. The face is one, the throat is another. A proper blow in the right place to the joints can deal some damage. Both men and women are sensitive downstairs, if you know what I mean. (Trust me on this one, gender won’t protect you. I fell out of a stunt as a cheerleader and was caught by my spotter there. It hurt!!) To anyone in a rape situation, another story from my trainer: There was once a serial rapist targeting old women years ago. His last target grabbed him by the balls and refused to let go.

Going to leave things off with this final thought. Again, never assume you’re in a same situation. Your attacker can be a man or a woman. It can be a total stranger or a neighbor/family member. Whatever the case of who’s attacking you or where you’re at, you have to be ready to act.

If anyone has anything to add, feel free.

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