After getting his ass-whooped by Chuck Norris and the crap literally frightened out of him by The Mongoose, Duncan O’Finioan releases a semi-literate statement (see below) that he is running away from the USA to Belize, where he has a clone…or he says “twin brother”…but a clone, in service to The Cabal.
We know that Duncan has told many people, “I don’t travel.” Now, how is he going to do all what he claims with a bum knee, a beer gut, and a bow and arrow?
The Milton quote at the end — well, he has never read Milton, wouldn’t even be able to comprehend Milton; he just got that quote from the “Star Seed” episode of Star Trek where Kahn (not Louis Nin) makes that references.
I just took out the sort of facility you speak of in Nebraska, Dunc…so where were you? On your 10th beer from that 12-pack?
Duncan O’Finoan says,
2013 — A New Year? Or a Nightmare? … Part 2
Well, I did say I would write the second part of this — let’s just call it “My State of Affairs” — and then I was finished.
And yes. I’m finished, alright. As in DONE.
As in don’t care anymore.
As in not my problem anymore. And why should I care?
People are going to do what people are going to do. They follow their nature.
Well “nature” on. I’m done with everything and most everyone.
Remember the Council I was forced to stand before several years ago? When I was forced to choose which side of this war
I would fight on (I chose the human race, in case all of you have forgotten.)? Where I stood and argued and screamed that the human race
had a right to continue and not be destroyed?
Well, I went back to them a few days ago. And I exercised my free will.
I asked for and was granted release from my oaths and bonds.
In short, what this means is that I am not fighting for anyone anymore. It means I am not bound, as I was before, by rules and protocols set in place to hold the balance.
It means I now take orders from no one. It means I can do what I damn well please. It means I don’t have to to keep quiet
when spineless cowards sitting behind a computer keyboard spray vulgar lies and think they remain hidden.
It means I don’t have to help someone who has written me saying “I hope you burn in hell for what you have done” and then signs the letter
“In the light.”
In the light. Sure. Most of you people wouldn’t know The Light if it burned your arse.
Oh yes. I am well aware that the vast majority of you reading this are jumping for joy. Please, do keep jumping, and once you have tired out
you can go back to your tabloid news. Get your mouths filled with today’s juicy gossip. And don’t worry, because in the weeks ahead
you’re going to have plenty of news to read. A little birdie told me so.
You ask me why? Why I quit?
I say, Why not?
When I came forward all those years ago it was with one purpose. To stop the use of children in the black programs.
Was it successful?
Not just no, but hell’s no.
Do you want to know why?
There were not enough people who gave a fiddlers damn to even make a start.
Do you have any idea how disgusted that makes me? I really hope you people are proud.
Look at the noise you people are making over guns — and I’m all for owning firearms. I think everyone should be trained to use a firearm.
But, if you people had CARED as much about the children of this country and the world as you do about your guns, we could have made a
difference. But you do not.
I can not, and will not stand with or fight for anyone who cares so little about the torture, rape, and murdering of children.
You’re not worth it.
Some of you care more about your trashy porn novels than about the murder of children.
So here I am. On my own. Answering to no one. I think I will go have a little fun. Do some traveling.
I’ve got places to go, people to do — I mean see.
Oh right, most of you don’t know. You see, I have an identical twin brother. He lives in Belize. He is still in “The Company”.
And, as a matter of fact, there have been a few people in the “alternative media” who have gone down to meet with him.
Some of them even made pacts with him. I hear that’s not working out for most of them, though. Can’t say that I’m sorry.
What can you say? You make a deal with the devil …
I also know where a large group of children are being held. Being tortured and trained … and killed. I’m going to fix that. My way.
Being that I now answer to no one, I can do these things. Damn, that feels good. Being able to do what I want, my way. No rules, save my own.
Going to set a few things right on my own, being as the human race doesn’t seem to care enough to at least try.
Now, I know most of you that have read this far are most likely frothing at the mouth with anger (How the hell do you think I feel?). Let
me make you a tad more so.
The “alternative media”. What a joke.
You have female show hosts offering sexual favors to get interviews. You have male show hosts offering drugs and pimping girls
for guests. You have hosts telling you only they have the truth. But it will cost you $49.95 (plus shipping).
Again, what a joke.
Then you have that few. That very small few that I call the “Truth Media.”
They are the ones out there mostly working for free, taking the knives in the back, being spat upon by the rest for telling it like it is.
I know a few of them. They’re the best. I don’t just call them friends, I call them brothers and sisters. Family.
Anyway. I’m done.
I am going out on my own and doing what I feel should be done and doing it my way.
I aim to misbehave.
We all have a dark side. I think it’s time mine came out to play for a while.
Been thinking about the words of Milton lately. “Better to rule …”