Finding A Diplomacy That Brings Justice

I write for many reasons, but I am careful not to sway from a logical progression of one scene into the next.  I see persons as "characters," because, as of now, you all host your own demonic form within.  This means that you are not complete beings yet.  I present parts of a story that may not have been told or communicated to world community, in media or in history.  It is just important that we do not demafy any individuals, or you will all escape your own responsibility in demonic events.  Your use of mystical evil, tunnel through, remote view, false imagery, and deceitful verbalizations have made a mess of this world.  Maybe it is difficult to hear about some of the truths about someone like Saddam Hussein, Bashir Al-Assad, or Osama BinLaden, right Kim Jong-un?  Programming by media is strong and effective because you all want excuses for your individual abuses.  It is time to put your big boy pants on and look into your mirrors as men, women, and children, and verbalize to yourself about your evil.  You have all planned to be exactly who and where you are at this part in The Grand Plan.  No "poor me" TV will be condoned.  It is time to identify true, unchecked evil, in our societies.  It may just come in the form of little old ladies or comedians on the circuit or on TV.  Pagans that seem to stand up for the underdog and do charity work that actually benefits evil, overconsuming entities could also be these monsters.  I start the "Not Them" movement.  We will wear white and never be on TV.  I make Ryan Seacrest the head of that movement behind the scenes.  Come at me, and you will deal with my mighty Line Deputy of Marion County at this point.  He is very okay with being demonic, but now he wrestles with pulling it back and never harming me again.  I benefit and boundary him with a steely blade of faith and belief.  His abuse went full blown in Marion County, and he slammed my head into a steal plated cement wall three times for no reason.  My legs went out and he carried me downstairs where he ordered me stripped and left in a cold cement room.  I kicked between his legs (which is a tap out in ultimate fighting) and he pushed me to the ground, definitely breaking my nose, chin, and jaw.  Two barely formed entities answered my screams, and took me back to my enclosure.  I heal quickly, abnormally so, but the pain continues still today.  He has to work from a distance until he can bridle his rage around me, and learn to use his hate properly.  No one is going to get out of this.  Karmic penitentiary, sanitarium, and street time, will become very military soon enough.  Almost five decades of undeserved, unanswered torture is way past what the economy, ecology, and all communities can contain and stay functional around anymore.  Creation must overcome deception and destruction.  Line Deputy, do not like anybody.  Go at The Lieutenant today.  The U.S. Marine Corps is not his.  I give it to WILSON today.  He understands international politics, both The Middle East and Asia especially.