In 2021 I graduated from being interviewed by Kevin, the CIA contractor with 24 questions from his boss, Tom the Wet Worker USG Gun thug, and other perspective mael-handlers, to being interviewed by a CIA contractor transitioning from naval captain to Commander of a Naval Intel unit! Then, in 2025, I am told by a man who passed his Creep State clearance interview, that he answered many questions about me, and that he believed that I was in the clear, no longer a threat to Lady Liberty. [1]
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Crackpot Usage by USG Steerage Cultists
1.) At end of April 2015, as Baltimore burned to light the Pyre of Freddie the Baptist, to pave the way for the coming of Floyd Christ, I noted in War Drums that Creep State sparked riots from MLK in 69, To Simpson in about 90, to Fergussen in 2013 and Baltimore, all occurred at the end of April, a long food stamp month. Hoodrat subsidies ran from the 5th thru the 15th. Three months later, after I posted this article, the USGA spread food stamps out to the 26th!
In 2020, when 30-odd cities burned to light the ascension of Floyd Christ, Baltimore was completely spared, as those other cities all erupted, mostly with bussed in manpower, from Baltimore and other hoodrat warrens, at the end of April. This remains a great month for social strife, on the cusp of Collectivist May when brown blood rises in the oppressed veins. But, as expressed to me by an NYPD tactical cop, not only were the riots sickeningly orderly, with his side getting the same orders as Auntqueefa and BoweLMovers. He got his orders after those foes, with pay clerks stationed safely behind riot lines that he and his were not allowed to break. There was very little pile on looting. With out-of-state POC and pale activists doing the work, the locals still well-fed on the USG bread, the riots of 2020 did far less damage to the cities targeted than the 2015 Baltimore Purge which still leaves that town in social and physical ruin.
Steerage, you are most welcome.
Could you spare one of those strapping Nigerian women you flew in in 2020 to carry my gear? Or, ’ll take a Haitian.…
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2.) In late March, 2022 my train was late and I was sent out into the rainy Chicago night by Amtrak with a hotel voucher. I was refused direction by counter clerks, ushers and Chicago Cops, who laughed at me. Two men tried to mug me, a cabby tried to scam me. A Russian pimp saved me. It made a great article. When this happened again in 23, we were assigned agents, busses, drivers, hotels, food vouchers. Amtrak officials obviously read here.
You are welcome, Amtrak.
Can I get a sleeper, just once? It would be my one shot at peak boomer entitlement.
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3.) I was loathe to crow upon my insufficient dung heap of bad ideas, avoided taking these laurels upon my own withered brow in imitation of the Mad Corsican. But then, as I trained home to Portland, after luxury accommodations for an overnight train delay, I received a text from the Igloo, with a picture from the local Fox 12 news channel: “Raids Shut Down Illicit Massage Businesses.”
My Eskimo owner had been inventorying these places with me, the both of us betting on how much money her Chinese friend was making running those bitches, and how many bitches she was running. It has been an open secret for 20 years that over 100 such places are neighborhood brothels. Zero action.
But, two months ago, my article on these slave girls being locked into these tiny buildings hit jameslafond.com. Then, action! Dove and I are thinking of setting up a Go-a Phun Mee for her friend.
Also, four months ago, BP agents and officers, shot up a South American Bawd and her Muscle at the Target where I had been shopping 15 minutes earlier. This recalls the winter 2019 article I posted about seeing a Chinese girl being trafficked on the Northern Pacific, and the autumn 2021 article on a Pakistani beauty and Central Asian child being trafficked on the Coastal Starlight up to Portland. In both cases I did nothing, did not call the Amtrak or BP cops that seem to be the only pigz who care about slave girls and orphan punic sacrifices.
Border Patrol, You Are Welcome. Your officers do not look like faɡɡots. I saw a squad at Havre two days ago. The question is, what are you going to do for me?
Now, when my owner leaves her pet Yeti in the car to get her nails done by Vietnamese chicks, I can’t, without much anxiety—which ruins such experiences—slip across the lot to the Happy Day Massage Studio for some voluntary exchange!
Drats!
If you have a hard time looking out for the girls you liberated, the two Injun women I live with, could use some help doing the dishes. Just a friendly suggestion.
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“That’s a clean dismount from the handler bars! Adjusted for the Creep State Reporter’s advanced stage of decrepitude, that should gain him a score of 8.9.
“What will the judges decide?”
Thank you.
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Notes
1.) With all due respect, that statue in the NYC brine sewer has no tits, zero, not even flapper girl A-cups! It is Tranny Liberty! As a weak grappler, aged as well, I am entirely unfit to violate His/Her/It’s “virtue,” as well as wholly unwilling.
