Nobody tells me I have to put up with torture, harm, or other types of fuckery— and that I have to PAY for it, too. Not this dog. I will fight any shit like that to the Death, and I will go happily for the Cause. I’ve lived a pretty good, long life. So suck on that, you now-visible Stack Censors, chicken shit rat fux that you are, cowards, hiding behind your techie screens, what “bravery”— HA!!!!!! Yark. What a load of pathetic losers— Wimps, fools, and sissified weaklings... Yark x 2.
You know, any child can cause harm to someone else. It doesn’t take much to injure a human being or even kill them. But the karma taken on is pretty hard-core, and these losers don’t seem to understand that. But I do. And there’s no way to get around karma, you can only work it off, like financial debt. I understand working off serious fuckery, and murder, takes a loooong time.
I also know that there are certain things worth dying for, like FREEDOM, like JUSTICE, like BACON. ALL critteren understand this, and hopefully, most of the Humans do, too. If you still don’t get it, read all the Harry Potters, esp. #7.
I don’t know what happened to me on Monday night, if it was a deliberate ZAP to punish me for being a Naughty Rebel, or if it was simply some cumulative EMF yuckery that finally was enough to lay me low, or something else altogether, but my Dog Sense whiskers to me that it smed like EMF.
Today I had the strength and enough anger built up to go outside and cover that fucking “Smart” meter with all the foil I had left on my roll, and I tied it down with bandannas, and take that, Australian Hedge Fund Bank Posing As Our Gas and Electric Company. And may all your muckities feel the wrath of the People very very soon. Ever been irradiated? Assuming that’s what happened to me, it sucketh. People ask what sort of punishment should we “meter” out…
LONG STORY SHORT:
Don’t mess with this dog. And I yam ALL dogs, depending on what is needed…
I am by nature waggie tails, but if you mess with me, I have very sharp teeth, and I can raise a helluva noise, rip the place up but good, wake the entire neighborhood, marshal the Critteren, and render all bad guys’ bootox into ribbons, not to mention filling every single bad guy shoe with dog protest...
Dogs RULE, and I’m back on the job.
Sic 'em Jaan! Rawwwwr!!!!!!!!
Glad you're feeling a bit better. ♥️
I addition to the old Smart meters, smart cities and all the residual junk the old sun is sending EM spitballs. No fun at all. Peace.