unitedstates – Thoughts

My Service for My Country and World is Done

It may or may not surprise you… and you… and you… that I was in the queen’s service at times, maybe more than even I knew about. Yes, Queen Elizabeth II and also the world’s mistress United States of America. I appear a subject of the Commonwealth* stationed in the United States to uphold truth and justice, even among criminals in the above and the underworlds. Above, below and so many levels of the laws of mankind.

And yet, France knew me also. With respect in my youth. I may have been with some of their people when I was called “U.N.” and far from home. Could be because of Canada on the northern U.S. border.

Not to mention all across Asia and Europe. I became a child of the world while young. Not through books, through travels. I may or may not have been connected with the powers of the Writers Guild of America as well as the Directors Guild of America. Hollywood and the professional entertainment world family had and has resources globally… funding and talented people. I did a lot of location scouting, even talent scouting on occasion with others.

I was cursed and blessed and it was a very tough way to live through so many situations. I believe some gangsters were sitting in New York City as well as other places gambling on people. I was young, and on a mission of discovery. I took and created challenges. It made me interesting back then.

Without getting into it, I want people to frame this in their minds. I may have been like a military person who was asked to do some extraordinary things under adverse conditions and I did them at random times for years, mostly in my youth. I was not someone with a weapon nor of the desire to destroy. In my adulthood I mostly appeared to be a discontinued model of a human being. Still feels this way.

It makes me a tired, damaged, not wealthy veteran of an era that has passed. I don’t think I OWE any one or any country any more of myself, and I don’t believe they even want it or need it. It is time to allow me peace. Please stop trying to use me for something.

I honestly believe my service to the U.S. White House and the Crown of England is done. I’m just older and retired out of so many tasks and to-dos. I don’t have any agendas or wish lists in hand for any one. Oh, except for me! I discovered that I can write and by doing so have re-discovered who I was by sharing who I’m not. It took me years to come to this page, for instance.

I may continue to write. It entertains me!

*Because I was only allowed to know English as a language of fluency, and did have a British accent when I was very young. It tells me I belonged to an English speaking country, not just the U.S.A. which is and has been English/Mexican/Spanish.

“Foreign policy” in the U.S.A. that is non-governmental. It can look very negatively mental.

Here is an example I want to write about. It is based on observations of more than one group of people. It is an illustration of what went on not pointing at a specific individual or group of people. This problem could be happening all over the world, not just the United States obviously.

A foreigner comes to the U.S. and gets good work. It could cause jealousy from their home country so much they send hit people to mess them up HERE… in the U.S.A. Then the hit men need enough work to stay. They may leave and if that original person stays, they may struggle their whole life because they got so damaged. They may have come on their own, may have been trafficked with the plan to mess them up. Or trafficked to get them away from their own country–like banishing them.

What if the original foreigner stays, not wealthy even ruined AND the hit people stay also? What if the original foreigner was supposed to be a leadership person for a gang or group of people in the U.S.A. and they are ruined, the hit people never leave…or the hit people are the gang or group who hit their leader over and over and more people within their group who make some money, but not enough for their own family? This example began with ONE PERSON coming to the U.S.A. Over time, this could involve thousands of people daily.

Americans Under Communism Within Our Own Borders

Picked up a reminder yesterday from someone other than me (I’m adding to the concept): “Americans thinking forward, optimism, ideas, work ethics, building, making money, going big.” –Is this for snoopers to use? Study Americans dreaming up ideas for money making and then force them to be simple, ruined people who never get very far in life… especially if they are a good source of the above?

THEN the people in the stores working look like foreigners and young people…ones even appearing to hate U.S. and people in general.

We even have politicians coming from low income families and little education having “platforms” and “thousands of people behind them”. –Out in public places.

Are some of the most verbose conversations happening in homes instead of coffee shops and schools?

In the U.S. are some of the brighter/original people in simple jobs while the less bright appear to be running stores, companies, even corporations?

Are the most “programmable” people the ones out in public doing the “most speaking” or “most direction”?

I’m not a communist… or I don’t think so. I believe someone with new ideas should be able to discuss them out in public. I believe bright people should not be damaged and destroyed, forced to sit at home with little money. Maybe they should be more profitable.

I think communism is not a bad idea if that what’s happening in the U.S. EXCEPT FOR THIS CONCEPT: Does this mean we do not have enough law enforcement? Brighter, original people are not protected enough… they are succumbing to terroristic people?

In my case I encountered these things in childhood:

They thought I was in my 30s and an adult.
They FREAKED OUT when they figured out I was a child. So much so THEY ORDERED DAMAGE to me. INJURIES.
My identity was stolen and my ideas were given to adults. I got injured, drugged as a child and kept from knowing too many people. Sometimes I was actually kidnapped and kept in a home or house near or far from where I actually lived. Or taken to other places and left as if I were someone else.