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#Teachers are often being forced to buy supplies for their students. If that is how America wants to treat them, there must be business/grocery that strictly serves educators with heavily discounted goods. Similar to the military. But more so. And not just containing items for their students. They should be able to buy food, clothes, drugs, entertainment and anything else a teacher might need in the school year. And this is just the beginning for what teachers could expect... We need Summer Travel Programs for teachers to earn through being loyal to their school and other forms of loyalty-based investment... A major problem is not being able to retain teachers... They need to be given the possibility of easily achievable goals for such as attendance and lack of administrative and fellow teacher complaints with which to have the choices presented to allow them the further financial benefits at the previously stated Teacher's Only shopping center... School Lunch should be separate for teachers... They need their own menus... Unlike students, they cannot be expected to survive on such empty calories... We're not raising their salary yet either... Otherwise, I would say they could bring their own food... The point that I am making is that good teachers should not be punished for exceeding expectations... This is not Corporate America... These are often public programs that survive by begging... Death itself should taxed to the heavens... Your family will not inherit anything close to the entirety of your wealth after you die anymore... As someone famous once said, you cannot take it with you... A coffin was once a bank for the true followers... Are teachers not capitalism's greatest asset? Picture the "hangers" in Blade 3. Being drained of their vampire blood. I say the Luxury Class will find those bags most accommodating upon dying. As we feed those they refused to in their lives. The Eternal Life that you will lead! With the slow-drip of your stimulus in schools! Ask me how we will pay for #TeachersOnly. With the death of the upper-class. Literally. Many rich assholes say death is the equalizer. Let's make that statement a certainty. Dying should cost way more than the funeral. If you have a better idea for how to eliminate generational poverty, I am willing to listen. If a wealthy man and/or woman tries to get away with giving money to his children or friends before death in order to avoid paying out the fees for death, the fees do not suddenly disappear due to the documented and unnecessary charity... I mean we could just #TaxTheRich but if you want me to go through the trouble of taking the floor out from Wayne Enterprises, I have plenty of time to become like Bane. I imagine it will be kind of like #GameOver in #DarkSouls meets hitting a spike in #SonicTheHedgehog as the souls and the coins will be all over the place. Except it will be much more difficult to get your own back. We don't even need to raise their salary to accomplish so much. I would say we could get enough wealth 4 20% of your assets and money to be given to the American Government upon death if you have over a million dollars. Unless your rich kids are homeless, right now, I don't see the problem. But if you're a minority, of course, the taxation (none being extra) will also go the invisible state of your genetic American ancestry. Again, I'm not messing with any perfect stock portfolio. This taxation occurs upon your death. I promise that you won't feel a thing.

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...we need a nationwide anti-corporate price-gouging protest/parade to mock logos and characters from advertising for the high prices at our stores...

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Let’s construct some new hypothetical land in America to help our "non-whites" and possibly the "stateless," exclusively… I'm not even close to joking… I did not spend thousands of pages writing to work within the confines of what America is today for the rest of my life… What's the worst that could happen? People get poorer? How is that not happening already? This is an idea for how to build a structure for later reparations. It is not reparations. I want to give minorities the rights that will protect them from the possible collectivism of Post-Internet Racism at white-centric and -owned businesses. The overall internet usage statistics have a way of becoming reality. And because of why Pale-Skinned Barbie is the most popular, we need incentives to prevent a total “out of sight, out of mind” exodus from America's more traditional sources of income in regards to a minority-owned company. That food, clothes, medicine, etc. might not be supported when people are not forced to leave the protection of their "white lives" ever, even on the internet, it could possibly lead to total disenfranchisement. Which would represent further Taxation Without Representation. To funnel money into new invisible cities will fight against this somewhat. It's only a start. It's only a seed. Needless to say, Sun Ra was right. Space Is The Place is worth watching for further ideas into how to make this proposition into a reality. If the Klu Klux Klan continues to assemble within corporate culture, America needs a real response for what death will follow. And in advance this time. We begin with the Altered Destiny that Sun Ra discussed and in regards to taxation. We need to stop trying to help everyone at once with our planning and realize that the success of our minority population alone would aid the world completely. This is why #blacklivesmatter was not centralized. Because it's not just about color. Power. Respect. Economy. Rights. Ownership. Logistics. Land. Severance. And how the movement will lead all of the people towards a future where they are given power because they took it from those didn't deserve it. And will be lead by those who believed in how words can represent things far beyond what they typically meant even yesterday. We've been told it doesn't matter who is in charge for so long that maybe we could also say in return that it's time to change that? This is about recreating a middle-class as well. Given the last one was not as inclusive as most would've liked, maybe it was best that it died. If only the Luxury Class would do the same. Thank you.

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Power. Respect. Economy. Rights. Ownership. Logistics. Land. Severance. #ThePREROLLSMovement

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I appreciate where the two-party system that I dislike so much has decided to liven things up with a new candidate. This is good goddamn news. I began to loathe #ThankYouPresidentBiden for the same reason I am against many #justmainstreamthings. Too much conversation being generated about their importance in my life. Of which I see none equal to my own contributions, personally. Unlike some voters. But she has stopped the #airbornetoxicevent or at least altered the course for now and I cannot thank Kamala enough. Also, if you can tolerate the film #whitenoise in regards the #netflixmovies version of the title based on the book? Then my own literature stands a chance of being incorporated into the realm of overhyped box-office disappoints that were too surreal and/or clever for Middle America's patriotic True Crime obsession. Of which hopefully is how we remember The Biden Years as well. #dondelillo

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…And it was then that the high really kicked in… I am enveloped by an artificial liquid that can stimulate through impenetrable material… The idea of having a politician to represent you is a holdover from a time before mass-communication and they don't deserve a job in our economy. Only the wealthy need the political system to protect themselves from poor people protecting each other. Ask any parent, a lack of responsibility in a person's life can destroy their ambitions towards success. Not having a vote that matters has caused the elderly to crest this nation on the back of their old ideas. And they've made revolution near-impossible. But ideas can still alter the course of the land's majesty. Where our true royalty is in the beauty of the lives that either have to go without or have to chosen to live modestly. The many just need power. How much time do we waste on trivial resolutions for the accruement of technology deadweight? Could that effort be spent controlling the rebuilding of our nation? As voting reminds me of who we are in a yearly standardized test of our empathy, we must remember that many are still confused about where they stand. I think more voting equates to a better education. Where most youth in the last thirty-plus years have to learned read at a "higher level" thanks to an involvement in the latest social constructs, whether that is messaging each other online or posting their earliest opinions that they've yet to overcome, we've been forced to listen to those who've prevented their own inner-dialogue from advancing through privilege, religiosity, false modesty and ensuring that control has its outlets for continuing unimpeded by the conditions generated their remorseless killing throughout the rest of the world. They do want unity. They only wish for everyone to pray to their morning beverages that they have a job tomorrow, as do the politicians that know their employment is a worthless luxury next to the people's ability to dictate policy through direct-action. Which is what a monthly online voting promises. We will need a new president every four weeks or so. To sign what the people themselves have voted into existence. And we could just hire animals to sign at that point, honestly. From a randomized list of every single one of them. …During the period of phasing out our politicians, we should hire them like we do class presidents in public schools, to commune in generating opinions for new legislation to be signed by the citizens… To teach us how they run the machinery… "Yeah, sure, run it into the ground…" as a poet once said… Robert Anton Wilson once said, paraphrased, that the largest conspiracy on Earth is of the dumb to keep everyone as stupid as their idiot children… And our world is built with as many crutches as possible for such children earn these titles… How many ingredients in foods provide us with nothing but genotoxicity and how addictive is that state of artificial symbiosis in our bodies? These demonic boxes of overpriced goods are another reality tunnel that the mind cannot often recognize is affecting their own ability to protect what makes us civil… Do you really believe that there is a form of dieting that is not addictive? When your routine of just waking up is not usually what the body demands and yet does anyway because the world we've built is an antihuman nightmare… Accept that our lives are more dangerous than the ones on television to sanity of our neighborhoods… Because what we do never stops permeating around us… Meaning an abused child can destroy a city block faster than the garbage truck not showing up… What William S. Burroughs might've referred to as a situation with The Nova Heat written all over it… Let's talk about aliens… I've never been abducted but I've encountered multiple inter-dimensional entities offering their own literature and seen unidentified flying objects paint with the clouds themselves… Yes, I am an experienced communicator with many forms of angelic technology… I've built boxes of rain with the sound of manic-depressive automobile karaoke…

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I think I've proven Trump is beatable with any candidate in these last few posts. Here are some of my hashtags from the last week. #reasonabledoubt #songofthesummer #trumpdeathcult #woke #abortionistswithoutborders #packagesforlowincomeartiststotravelcountry #jan6 #nationalonlinevotingdepartment #everycitizenapolitician #weareallcreatedequal #endthesupremecourt #taxthemachines #anarchomoralist #blackplanet #morestates #buildunderground #everyminoritydeservestheirownstatefortaxpurposes #employeelibraries #ibreakforliteracy #mandatoryreading #freebooks #booksforprisoners #blacklivesmatter

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I think the entire #TrumpDeathCult is as similar and friendly to each other as they are because they are the statistic which believes that they should be allowed to say the n-word as white people and they finally found a very direct way into each other's lives. The latest evidence to support this theory is the cheering for the term illegal alien in regard to chicanos.

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we have journalists, we don't need politicians. they are political enough for a hundred thousand congresses to form. i just don't want anyone voting for me on any issue in the country. my first bill that i want people to be able to vote online for is if there should be marijuana grown in every area of america forever at all times… that was a joke… #endthesupremecourt is not a joke and #onlinevoting means we must #taxthemachines to pay for the webmasters.

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There should be a #blackplanet specific coverage on every news website throughout the world. Like how they have press for Canada and other countries on CNN. Except the need is everywhere. It's a stronger voice if there's unity and equality. It should be operate outside of the traditional world news coverage. To build a network of reporters that can keep their ecologic differences from overwhelming new content. It's all beautiful until it isn't. What happens in the United Kingdom to Africans should appear on the same page as what happens in the U.S. and then in Africa. Promote community. How else can we give control of the land back to the people that cannot live without it, literally? We are allowed to care for people outside of our borders and even daily at that. "It's not about separation, it's about the population," as Deltron 3030 once said. I wouldn't worry about being taken from the main page because of this either. Because #blacklivesmatter. They need the bump of promoting every aspect of the black caucus. But people with similar causes should be able to maintain global interconnectivity and especially when there is always issues with generating media in isolation. African Americans have been successful in ways that the rest of the world needs to replicate today. If you know your messages will be seen, you're likely to be more honest too. Things need to change. The world needs to be heard. The global elite have most feared an economy that will be created to empower people that are disenfranchised in their own neighborhood. State Run Media is a dirty word but only because it often represents only the majority. Imagine no borders. How far can an African Media State extend? We need independent "states" to funnel tax-dollars into, legally. I think the beginning of reparations can come from tax relief. For hispanics and Native Americans too. As a minority, a portion of your taxes should go to reimbursement for colonialism. To pay for profit-making projects that help those in-need. Including media, food, clothes, medicine, real estate, etc.. If I'm not mistaking, no one owns the center of the earth, do they? In the future, beneath the #deepsouth will exist multiple states exclusively for minorities... #morestates #buildunderground #everyminoritydeservestheirownstatefortaxpurposes

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Promote Literacy In The Workplace

If we are going to have Books for Prisoners programs in jails, they should also create something similar at raves & concerts. Funded by wealthy tax-payer money. For the greater good. We must find ways to further expand the nature of libraries into our daily lives. Even if that means forcing them into non-typical situations. I would like to see more businesses have libraries for their employees. Could be a chance to offer an extra break while working yet maintaining productivity? In an 8 hour shift, there could be a mandatory half-hour in the library? Or 3 hours in the library made available throughout the work week? How can you consider your business part of a creative industry without an employee library?

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We need a 3 party system (left/right/center) within the 2 party system (republican/democrat) and with equal airtime for every candidate and no advertising. And make it a tournament where only two candidates survive. But don't just put democrats and republicans on each side of the brackets. There should be the possibility that Left-Democrat is up against Right-Democrat in the election itself. As well as the inverse. And they should put this to a vote at the national level.

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Facts

I intended to read my paper from June of '01 on the connection between an "Anti-Police Holiday" and The Republican Party at a protest that I had organized on stopping The Patriot Act but my social studies teacher informed me that he had been forced to give over my document to two FBI agents a few months earlier.

I had Pitchfork evacuated the week before 9/11 (during the short period when they accepted emails from the general public) and would've requested evacuation the morning of for every skyscraper in multiple major metropolitan areas if the FBI and/or CIA took emails/tips back then. I instead tried to conduct the operation psychically. Which you can see in my previous posts.

I called for the assassination of Bin Laden and other top Al-Qaeda leaders before 9/11.

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Security Guard Is Redundant

How they crucified me on a hot surface Like a rabbit in a bleeding-out pose Tied to the hood of a large luxury car Not unlike a bat trying to two-step

But even the soul was plugged-in To how many house’s electrical Losing four inches off of my height During that extended brutality

Over a stoned schizophrenic phone-call Where I was repeatedly asked About any criminal activity in the past

The melted face yet contains phallic images Of their sense of middle-school humor That was carved into the beard with the heat

Who should I have been?
Someone that enjoys pain? Adam Sandler? …That’s hilarious… They would’ve hated that…

These officers decided they had my permission To torture me in every way possible Because they were going to win as a result

Admitting at least that this is why They were successful in Iraq and Afghanistan

And as there were no laws against This kind of cybernetic violence They’d definitely only prepared for getting away clean As this was what they called their war at-home

They needed the man who prophesied Al-Qaeda would work with Republicans While being only a minute off In predicting the first tower being attacked…

“Between 7 and 9 and they’ll probably use 45’s If you can solve that code, Bush, you might deserve To be president after all…”

…To die for their idiocy That surrounded its pre-intelligence At every calculable angle

Their mind-numbing Surrealist Pig contributions To the internal dialogue Is extraordinarily over-documented On any number of websites Where I took down every word within

It was their attempt to protect America From its real obsolescent guilt In the intelligence grid that didn’t fail

Because I was there to save the day The night before the Anti-Police Holiday That I’d tried all summer to prepare them for

But where it was decided they’d take advantage Of whatever the terrorists were plotting To be their children’s heroes once again

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From "Dead Dream Lover"

Insomnia Telephones

The alert for when 9/11 was supposed to occur came the night before from an Asian-looking man (possibly Eastern with the strong jawline) who wished to be known as Jimbo Briggs. Yes, my “nanotechnology” was/is the source.

As in Yojimbo. The film by Kurosawa. Not like South Park. He felt this was his moment to be a samurai. And Briggs meaning, like, Ft. Bragg. Or maybe it was the name of a Black-Ops site. They didn’t know. 

He continued that he was in my head on behalf of The Jiang Dynasty. They rarely called themselves that, he said. He was stationed in Vietnam. On a Chinese Military base. They disclosed that their conversation with America that had been intercepted by Japan. They were unhappy enough of what they heard that they would tell their favorite prowrestling fan (ie: myself) of the latest spoilers. The attack that you fear, I was told, would occur the following day. 

They said I was the hero who informed them via my ohyourebel webpage. I had hipped them it would happen on a holiday that would be celebrated as Anti-Police later. They'd crunched the words. 

I trusted this voice. They said this was for the heart of China. That they tried to help. 

At least one country knows how to handle Anti-Terrorism operations, I said. I will tell their president. 

Meaning King George. That was around 11:25pm. Again, yes, this is on 9/10. The conversation I had with Bush lasted over three hours.

But here’s one last thing that they said, “If it were us attacking, America would expect to defend from the left, right? But they’d never know it were us if we came from the right… Sleep well, young communist-revolutionary…”

“Put me through to Bush,” I said, aloud, finally. “Now. If I have get someone to make it a direct order then I will. Hurry. There’s no time. Fuck. There’s no such thing as time.”

“There’s plenty of time. I’ll patch you through. He probably won’t want to hear from you, haha. But I don’t care. This sounds important.”

“I can’t even tell you how serious this is.”

“Is it about the secret you’ve been keeping?”

“Who am I talking to?” I ask.

“Secret Service.”

“Then yes.”

“He’s waking up. He’ll be the next voice you hear.”

“This changes nothing. We have parameters in place to prevent what you say will happen. Whatever you might say now. Go ahead. Say what you’re going to say. Again, it changes nothing. You will change nothing,” Bush said, clearly just getting out of bed.

“Then I am the Ghost of Nothing,” I say.

“You sure have those words. Whatever that means.”

“Think of me as your God.”

“I will not do that, no.”

“It would help if you did. Based on what I’m going to tell you.”

“Fuck you. Fuck whatever you’ve been told.”

“Fuck it all, man. Tomorrow is the day. You have to call in the evacuations.”

“The hell I will. Who told you that?”

“Someone trustworthy. Doesn’t matter." “If you’re not going to tell me then I have nothing to say to you.”

“Sorry. No can do. But you will call in the evacuations for five states. Every skyscraper. Every building of possible terrorist interest. You there?”

“I said what I said. I’m not saying anything until you tell me who told you.”

“Let’s just say I obviously don’t trust you to know.”

“Funny, motherfucker. …You always were. But this conversation is over.”

“I’m not trying to convince you. This is an order. The states are New York, Illinois, Florida, Washington State and Texas. You will call this in.”

“Negative.”

“Why not? You won. You’re the hero. Either way. You just have to call it in.”

“No. None of that anarchist ‘No One Go To Work Today’ bullshit.”

“You don’t know who the fuck I am.”

“I’ve met a thousand people like you in my time.”

“They’ll be more than that dead if you do nothing, Bush.”

“So what. What about in Iraq? No one cared then. And Texas will be fine. I’ll make damn sure of it. And what about D.C.? You forgot them.”

“Sure. Them too. Call it in. Not joking. Not lying.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re 100% Not Lying. I get you.”

“I thought you weren’t going to talk.”

“I’ll talk about this all day. I’m not doing anything. The System works. It’s worked before. It will work now.”

“I’m giving you an easy victory. No one will hate you for the day off work.”

“My friends will, haha.” “I don’t want to hear that elitist shit, man. Just make the phone-calls. While I am on the line. I don’t need any special attention for this.”

“Those who know will know it was your idea that I caved into. I don’t care what the populous says.”

“You want to be remembered as C.I.A. scum forever, huh?”

“You’re damn right. They get the job done.”

“Did you not qualify? I’m sure you applied, right?”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t know anything. I know more about this world than you.”

“You sound like the dumbest motherfucker alive, right now.” “To you! What does that make you? The smartest man alive?!” “I don’t need that kind of press. I just want to save lives. That no one dies will be enough for me." “People die everyday. This shit happens. Grow the (…) up.”

“I am younger than you are. And I’m talking to the President. That’s how goddamn old I am.”

“I’m done talking to you.”

“Call the orders in. Now.”

“No. We’re done talking in circles.”

“Why do you think I’m still on the line?”

“Because I haven’t hung up yet.”

“You know how often I am alone with one voice for this long?” “I’m just a voice. You remember that.”

“Fuck off. You better not try to say I am guilty then. You’re going to be the one remembered like Hitler.”

“I will say whatever I want about you. And who cares if they call me Hitler. They already do.”

“Bush’s God? Are you there? Hitler? I tried to talk to your retarded sheep! He’s a fucking psychopath!” “Says the one talking to himself. You don’t ever talk to my God. That’s between me and them. Everything is between me and them.”

“Them and myself.”

“Ha! Now who is the Nazi? You think I care if I misspell a word or two? You will misspell everything by the time I’m done with you! Just like Hillary said!”

“You’re a real piece of work, man.”

“If you were half as hip as you thought you were, you’d already be famous. Figure that one out.”

“I’m not here to fight you. I’m here to make sure you call the proper people to get those towers evacuated.”

“Who do I call? The Police? They know already. They want this too. They’ve been praying for this kind of power.”

“Call everyone you can and as quickly as you can.”

“That’s what you think I should do, huh? Run and piss myself over some towers falling?”

“I remember what Cheney said about the death-toll.”

“Cheney talks too much. I want to know who told you that today was the day.”

“I told them. It was my idea.”

“I’ll find out. And it will be classified. And you will be insane.”

“I’m already insane.”

“Not yet you’re not.”

“You often finish your sentences with the same word as you begin them with?”

“I might. What the fuck is it to you?”

“Fuck your God. End this.”

“You say that again and I will end you.”

“Your God is a bitch. Your father is a bitch. Your mother is a goddamn whore. Your brother is a loser.”

“Jeb? What’s Jeb got to do with this?”

“I don’t want to discuss The Supreme Court. I don’t want to discuss anything with you. I just need…”

“Call it in. Call it in. Is that all you can say? You’re losing this argument. How dare you say that about Barbara. Her name is Barbara.”

“She’s dead to me, man.”

“I’m not letting that slide. You apologize or this is over.” “I’m not apologizing for saying your mother is a whore, Bush. Nor is this over.”

“Oh, it is way over… Way the fuck over…”

“Make the damn call.”

“No. Apologize to my mother.”

“Apologies to the Queen Mary.”

“She is a saint! You’re right! You wouldn’t say that to my face!”

He doesn’t speak much after that.

I continue to press with everything I have for over two more hours. 

This changes nothing.

I can only hope Yojimbo survived.

Okay. I’ll write what is left of this conversation.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Call it in.

For hours.

I have to do this.

Call it in.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Call it in.

We’re not too late.

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Yet Another Excerpt From "Floggity Pinko"

Lucca reads from this transcript next, “The day after the Twin Towers were dropped, The Bush Administration asked me what we should do about Saddam. I said 9/11 is still hot though. They won’t see us coming. Well, they won’t suspect me. That we should hi-jack one of their commercial flights and crash into his palace, today. Osama was already dead. Afghanistan could wait. They said, “Impossible. We need the oil.” I bounced on America, immediately. I had another plan. You’re about to witness the strength of street-knowledge, I told them. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bush himself asked. I told them that I would return with an army. They would know what I was planning by 2022. “Our army will never betray us!” And yet I’m not talking about your military. “You’re talking about terrorism!” You saw what I did, yesterday. It’s all terrorism from here on out. Forget my number. Never talk to me again. We are not friends. We are enemies forever. “You can’t join them!” They’ll never know I cared about America. Time to betray. I’ll never forgive any of you. You killed them all with my paperwork. New York City will have to forgive me for telling them nothing until I can guarantee my word is at its purest. If any state will understand, it’s them. Death before dishonor? I’ll say this until you change the channel. Death before dishonor… I’m sorry, New York… They wouldn’t listen to a teenager… Death before dishonor… I’ve never fucked-up yet… You have to trust me… I hope you hear this someday… It’s all here… Everything they did… You cannot stop searching… I’m the villain… Put no villain before me… I will fix this… We need more time though… “You can’t defect because we wouldn’t fly a jet into Saddam’s house!” Bush said. I have perfect memory. You will never stop me. I am the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. Even in your industry. You don’t know who you are fucking with! I have never been free! Nothing scares me! I will find everyone involved in this! I will take everything from you! I am God as far as you know, bitch! And I will sleep when you’re dead!

“They tried to patch Francis through to the United Nations at that point.”