Dear Diary #10
Today is election day.
I awoke early feeling the electricity in the air. My dreams came crisp and clear and, for once, in sequence. As I eat my late breakfast and ponder what is to come for my people, I’m filled with an odd mix of dread, calm, anxiety and strength. Today, the Shadow Jooish Government will show us the president they’ve chosen for us, the same person who has been long selected 100 years in the making.
This Anglo-American Crypto-Joo will lead us into war.
I’ve always known, on some level, that the Final Battle for the Soul would be between us and them. Our opposing forces, good and evil, will clash for the last time. I find it funny that even though our eternal enemies claim to be so superior, they cannot see the writing on the wall that they’ve built for themselves. They are so emboldened to battle their very own extinction which I acknowledge to extreme satisfaction.
I went out yesterday to get gas and all I heard was Clinton this and Trump that. I’m slightly amused yet somewhat terrified that these “11 points higher IQ” people put so much stock into this manufactured prison plantation called Earth.
As if any of this was real.
As I handed my 20 dollar note to the gas attendant, I looked at it and realized that it has absolutely no value except what those in power say it has. Tomorrow morning, if they all came together and held one of their secret meetings to decide that money is to be used as toilet paper, would we all nod foolishly and agree?
“History is a set of lies agreed upon.”
I read that once from the white terrorist rapist murderer Napoleon.
When will black people write our own history?
When will we finally decide that we’re done playing white people’s games and write our own narrative? It hit me that the only reason why we are still in this mess is because we are simply too afraid to die. If we, as a collective decided today, this very minute, that we’re done with our slavery and took real action to destroy this crawling, inhueman, poisonous pestilence, this entire planet would be free.
Sounds simple, doesn’t it?
But it is true.
Destroy the planetary threat that threatens to kill us all and you’ll have peace.
When I was in college, I had a professor from Sierra Leone that told me after class that demons walk the earth in human flesh. They look like us, can mimic us and can blend in to suit their agenda but they are not us. They come from another world and were placed here to kill us.
I looked into his troubled eyes and struggled to fully comprehend his meaning. But my young and very naive mind couldn’t. I didn’t know what evil was till I matured and learned how to become “invisible”. Then I began to quietly observe their actions and coded language and realized what he was trying to say.
The funny thing about evil is that they do not seem to know they are evil.
They are simply being themselves.
Like the poisonous vermin that strikes vicious venom into its prey before devouring it. It is simply doing what it was put here to do.
When will black people do what we’re here to do?
When Clinton releases her drones?
When we see armed militia on main street?
When more of our men, women and children lie on the cold concrete bleeding and seeping bodily fluids?
Will we continue to march and protest with our made up cardboard signs and pray to a white demon disguised as homosexual Jesus?
Exhaustion tinged with bubbling rage has been my constant companion since I’ve awakened to this madness. Last night, before bed, I sat at my altar and spoke aloud to my Deity. I knew she heard me in the stillness of the pitch blackness.
I have zero desire for friendship, togetherness and false forgiveness with my mortal enemy. Those things are not possible when dealing with a soulless being. I wish only death for them as they so rightly deserve. And frankly, if they only knew what the future holds for them, they would all commit suicide now as my visions are NEVER wrong.
I’m simply awaiting conformation. And knowing her, my Deity that is, she’ll show me many examples in the near future.
I don’t know what will come to our streets and in what form.
But I do know that it is coming.