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To: My faithful audiences, Subject: Extreme Priority – The thrash zone / Priorité Extrême – zone de battre URL: https://www.angelfire.com/dc2/monroserossee (OR ANY SUB FOLDER OF THIS HOST, LEST IT MIGHT BE FORGOTTEN WHEN ADDRESS IS OVERWRITTEN) They are now complaining about the unrest of some place they dirtied and left to its own destiny, which now returns back to them with a dirty scent of crap and a severe risk of making their town be uninhabitable, with the scent of thrash everywhere and they now are complaining about it; as the nature of this process is to return back to them with a very flammable risk of methane and this means they are no different than those sitting on kegs of gunpowder with the slow match to bust it in limited minutes. If you thrash where you live and if you don’t keep your place neat and tidy, which in this case is me as the resource provider, then what happens becomes nothing else but their own failure. I assess this NOT as some matter of an occasion to seem haughty blaming others in megalomania but they have now deserved it all and now give those responsible the brooms and sweep the streets because I am gone due to their non compromising blind demands and policies. There is a system before me that wants to demolish me, diminish me and decimate my life into bitter experiences, which is a system that hates me, which is a conclusion I reach for because I wanted to be a person I really was, allowed by the humbleness, the modesty before The One that created us all according to His codes and the humanity wanted more than that and treated me as if I am some rich prostitute that wanted to have complete plastic surgery from tip to toe in the name of looking more beautiful than others and suppress them by the looks and the impact of appearance; but instead gave me the emptiness forcing me to find my way and find a home. It’s not that I am incapable of living anywhere making anywhere I live as my home but this certainly is not the place that can become a true home as to be faced (even though some people tried to take me out of here, I must by the way note that there were much better and kinder ways for that too) and greeted as a neighbor but when I look at the former land front I will still feel the emptiness even if they will hand out something to me, because whatever they will give will fail to fulfill what was done to me, because it’s something like them trying to kill me but failing and I am still around and since so many people are looking at me and focusing on this incident they daren’t repeat it, but now they want to seem all cordial because they don’t like me but just that they need me; as I am part of a double-crossing creeping to God in terms and periods of the hardship the former land faces in history and in future as they treat me not just like crap but also dare to personify God as somebody that can sit down and bargain with them; which is wrong, we can never bargain with God and I do not wish to belong to them at all, because I have no future with them; and on first occasion even if they should give me something as I will get out of here still as I feel the need to, on first occasion I’d love to publicly dump it, burning their plastic cards and whatever else they give me before the cameras and believe me when there is a national argument in the country I live in about disrespect to the flag; that country’s flag is not the first flag I wish to humiliate on earth; it’s not even the first one even though when I look at it I righteously see my captivity; it’s the former land that’s the source of all those troubles, and it’s all because of the former land that I had to suffer, with some others I could have reached a much better place and whatever place they could try to give me would be turned down by campaigning in Europe and the world as well as the people of that country my mother was born in, because nobody could accuse me of being a part of a system I am not fit into; something like making a mountaineer or a tennis player perform his sport in tuxedo and patent leader shoes I can say with all stories of sickness and repress of every individual within that system under strict discipline, which nobody can try to impose me and which should be avoided as I draw the line placing me with the public and never crossing the border and not intervene what people on the other side live (whether fair or not); but the former land tried to impose my private life rules, my financial life rules and restrictions and even trying to impose me how I should establish my family and how long I must wait before I can get married because I look at a prophet’s life and I look at a slain leader’s life and one leaves celibacy life at 33 (not “dies” in my faith) and the other getting married (with unsuccessful, tragic consequences; which was postponed but not escaped because the alternatives were not given a chance and now I want to have that chance; the former land hates me thus they make me face such consequences – as if the woman they want to impose me is the Manna from Heaven, a failing disappointing mother, the last option for a general asset providing parent, something to seem to say that “You are good when you hatch eggs for us; you can’t spare some to raise for your own, and we have thus found something to destroy those all for we don’t wish to see them” – NOBODY HAS THE RIGHT TO MAKE ME LIVE WITH A SHACKLE IN MY BED AND PRIVATE LIFE TO REMIND ME OF THE OPPORTUNITIES I HAD TO MISS BECAUSE SOME WANTED TO KEEP ME ISOLATED) at the same age and as if all is not enough there is dictating a role that doesn’t give the impression of divine backing (which is restriction until then – I do not endorse a missionary statement to dictate anyone any faith; my faith is to me and my core family children and theirs to them) or are there any figures among them that they think they know better than God or that they directly contact with God [and if second is the case I want to pass them some questions myself to ask the God; such as when shall the humanity see the former land {that imposed me captivity, crisis for the world and going far to dictate all what they will each be and going further to decide who I shall sleep with} collapsing]? Is there a point in being more royalist than the royals? In the sense of some others (luckily not me, never me) who want to tie the knot with someone out of the surrounding, what is it to us whether who would be what, isn’t there supposed to be an aura of family privacy? Will people never be alone? Don’t drive people mad. And in this context, producing a plastic card as a sorrow expression coming too late for too little will not at all calm me, not even if I will be able to have the chance to do whatever I would want; the former land entity is no different than an acne on a teenager’s face that he wants to squeeze and get rid off or some bald space over an aging man’s head that he wants to cover with a wig; it’s disturbing, a reflection of despair due to failure to get out of some places and being forced to live on it and wait for it and nothing else because of somebody that should have ceased to exist long ago; something as disturbing as the Jurassic park scenario with dinosaurs unleashed and hurting people and haunting them viciously still; and a detail, which was that all the dinosaur species were female; and the humanity depends on few to have boys; what does that mean now? HOWEVER, THAT IS CERTAINLY NOT WHAT THEY WISH TO CEASE TO DO BECAUSE OF MY LATEST BITS OF INFORMATION TO HELP ME MAKE THE BIG PICTURE FOR TODAY. THEY WANT TO MADDEN ME AND FIND TACTICS TO FIND LEGAL OBSTACLES BEFORE NEW RULES COME TO POWER AND KEEP ME LOCKED UP TILL THEN AS THAT’S WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT FOR TODAY: The 1st tape for today starts. The call took place within last 24 hours for about 4 minutes 30 seconds approximately. One of the lines was marked as a train station’s telephone lines and the other belongs to a big student hostel. 1st O: The little bat wants to drink the blood from the golden cup; there is not going to be any satisfaction in terms of what we can give. You will see, he will leave and will not come back at all. 2nd O: Well, our rule has done everything to make way for yours but things are not as they seem. You can only control him if and only if there will be an argument about his sanitation; that’s what we have been discussing for last few days and we will not give this idea up because this is the best way to control his life. We can’t dictate anything and we can’t dictate military service either; he recalls. 1st O: He is a sophisticated liar, you know that and still you won’t do anything effective? 2nd O: Well, there is nothing more effective. We are after ways to make him seem mad. We are inviting a select group of addressees to see our staff being teased by a furious exploited little girl; we will do our trick and do nothing else. 1st O: Sadly we are not satisfied; this is not our way but as a last resort we have to take it. 2nd O: Not any good but it will work. I assure you. 1st O: It should. There is a pause of over 120 seconds according to computer watch. The 2nd tape launches; this was recorded from a call made surprisingly 20 minutes or half an hour later than the 1st one; but the lines are seeming different even though the same speakers exchange conversation; one of the lines now belong to a ticketing company and the other is a catering firm. 2nd O: I wanted to return back to you because we have discussed it and wish to propose something. 1st O: What is it? Are you going to burn the whole city and declare he did it? 2nd O: No, not exactly; we wish to show a few girls to appear and testify they were asked to be with the bastard altogether, some group as we know his tendency and this guy when turned down would attack some of them. What do you think? 1st O: Then for such an event to take place some of my men are supposed to have been ignorant or pacified; because we would normally not leave his sight; not after some revealed news like that planned. 2nd O: If a few would be dismissed, we would still be reaching our objective and would pay for them; this is a golden opportunity can’t you see it? This is the best way to make him look mad. 1st O: Alright just let me think about this and we will talk about this; will you allow us? The order of the message and the files are as follows: /main.html or /index.html and yesterday's message is available at /hier-yesterday.html, and requirement of immigrations to alternative land are available at /checkout.html and BRAND NEW PAGE SHOWING LOCAL LAWYER DATABASE ENGINE IN /search.htm or .html AND HOW FORMER LAND HAS VISA AND CITIZENSHIP PROCEEDINGS DONE IS IN NEW PAGE: /look.html, SEE ALSO /ps.html FOR THE OFTEN TRUNCATED REPEATED POST SCRIPTION BLOCK. THE COURTS ARE SUPPOSED TO DELIVER THEIR VERDICTS TO THE CENTRAL AUTHORITY IMMEDIATELY FOR THE LAW ENFORCEMENT MEANS TO ACT ACCORDINGLY, IN THE DAY MENTIONED IN THE IMAGE i114.jpg OR WITHIN CONSECUTIVE DAYS OR WITHIN DAYS OF DELIVERING ME THE RESULTS (WHICH TOO WERE NOT CONTAINING THE VERDICT) SHOW THAT THE GOVERNMENT OF THIS COUNTRY IS NOT INVOLVED IN TRYING ME; AVAILABLE AT theirverdicts.html ***Images (in the same domain address and directory) i200+ are newer (for related images of lack of sanitation or under quality living do see 16, 17, 40, 48, 50, 51, 65, 68, 69 and 84); the media files uploaded via this domain from i001.jpg to the last media file; …/i207.jpg (another 37 appearance, in a field matching my prior vulnerability, software piracy in relation with my lack of affordability and proven poverty) .../i206.jpg (numerology of hidden intents blended to the entity dictated to me for assimilation knowing I haven’t got many places to go) .../i205.jpg (start the proceedings) .../i204.jpg (My poverty indicating official paper scanned – FATHER NAME GIVEN BECAUSE OF FAMILY STRUCTURE HERE, NO HARD FEELINGS MORE OR LESS THAN THAT FOR SO-CALLED MOTHER) THE REST OF THE EXPLANATIONS WILL BE AVAILABLE IN PS.HTML FILE Yours faithfully / Veuillez agréer Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. 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