Russian Rule of Public Transportation

I am here. I see what is in front of me and the idiocrasy. The VICEROY is the mimic of the poisonous MONARCH. I, as International Marine, am MONARCH. I, as International General, am Viceroy. I can do both roles, but it is not necessary for me to share these realities to work effortlessly. My poison to all of you is my ability to keep walking through the war around me to get the knowledge and loyalties to be the general who brings true peace in different places in the world and other worlds in other realms. You all are the infection I must fight off daily. My immunity is made possible by not being the physical form that I wish to be. My internal fight is not just low self worth. I fight with all I have, but, because of the constant cruelty my way, have NO self worth. This makes no place completely comfortable. Sleep has always been a difficulty. Well, Russian Marine, CARIBOU, I call on you today to run the trains as you see fit. See how ALL of the passengers feel about being searched and prodded daily for just riding public transportation daily. Let the drivers start getting on the PUBLIC ADDRESS SYSTEM and let them say whatever they wish to say EVERY day. War is hell. Let people know how much the constant verbal cruelty actually feels and what results internally and externally. RUSSIAN rule the transit system here and in L.A. today and every day you feel necessary.