https://twitter.com/CathyCathyFox/status/1283877722004115456
Hyper from drugs, Cheney and Bush were eager to hunt their human prey in “A Most Dangerous Game”. They greeted me with the rules of the game, ordered me to strip naked despite the cold December winds, and told me in Oz cryptic to “beware of the lions and tigers and bears”. Kelly’s life became the stakes, as usual, which resurrected my natural and exaggerated programmed maternal instincts. Tears silently ran down my cheeks as Bush told me, “If we catch you, Kelly’s mine. So run, run as fast as you can. I’ll get you and your little girl, too, because I can, I can, I can. And I will.”
Cheney, daring me to respond, asked, “Any questions?” I said, “There’s no place to run because there’s a fence—the kind I can’t get over. I saw it” Rather than physically assault me. Cheney laughed at my sense of “no where to run, no where to hide and explained that a bear had torn a hole in the fence somewhere, and all I had to do is find it. He lowered his rifle to my head and said, “Let the games begin. Go.”
Wearing only my tennis shoes, I ran through the trees as fast and as far as I could, which wasn’t very far at all. Bush was using his bird dog to track me, the same one that had recently been used with me in bestiality filming as a “Byrd-dog” joke on my owner, Robert C. Byrd. When caught, Cheney held his gun to my head again as he stood over me, looking warm in his sheepskin coat. Bush ordered me to take his dog sexually while they watched, then he and Cheney ushered me back to their cabin.
Moar at link:
https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2017/04/02/a-most-dangerous-game-human-hunting/
Another one.
I nodded, frozen in terror.
“I just happen to have an apple. A beautiful red apple here in my pocket.” He pulled the apple out and said, “I know the game is supposed to be played with a bow and arrow (I’d been accidentally shot with an arrow in the jaw when I was five) but I forgot mine. I did remember however to bring my revolver.”
And he pulled a gun out of his other pocket. “Now, this game is called William Tell, and you get to play William. Here, you stand over here, so if I miss, the bullet will go into the tree instead of traveling wildly out of control.”
He placed me in front of an oak tree and put the apple on top of my head. By now I was crying. I couldn’t help it, I just couldn’t control it. “Please don’t hurt my kids anymore,” I begged.
Bush said, “Shhh, don’t interrupt. We’re playing a game now. Now just stand real still and remember your name is William Tell, and this is what happens if you don’t.” Slowly, he
cocked the gun and took aim at the apple on my head or me, I couldn’t tell which. Then, taking his time he said very slowly as he took aim, “Ok are you ready for the games to begin? Will you tell?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and he lowered the gun as he sighed real disgustedly, “No, no, you can’t close your eyes, you have to see this coming, otherwise it won’t be any fun at all.”
So, I opened my eyes and George, took aim again and said, Remember this is what happens if you don’t TELL.” He kept aiming and re-aiming trying to get it just right
and then he asked me again if I was ready.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
He put the gun down to listen to me, then took aim again, “Now what’s the magic message?”
“Don’t tell,” I answered. Immediately, he fired and shot the apple off my head. It blasted a hole in the middle of it and blew out a huge chunk and he walked over, picked it up off the ground and said, “Looks like we both won this time. You wait for your ride, I’ll take mine another way,” and he disappeared.
I tried to see where he went in the dark but I couldn’t locate him. Shortly after, a couple of cowboys that tended the cattle on Bob’s ranch came driving by in their old pick up truck and angrily said, “Get in, we’ll give you a ride back to the end of the road. You’re trespassing lady.” So I climbed into the back of their pick up truck, not even on the seat in the cab and bounced all the way back to the end of the road. Then, I walked the short distance home.
When I walked in the house, Craig said, “Where have you been? I got dinner started and was getting worried.”
“Oh, I was over at the neighbor’s,” I answered, falling into line helping with the kids and the dinner. During dinner, I just wanted to hold Kelly, who was two years old, and kept feeling so glad she was safe, at least for now.
I kept rocking her at the dinner table and it was a good thing my daughter was in my lap or I probably would have appeared as I really was, “psychotically experiencing an episode.” That’s what they told me the doctors would say if I went to them for help.
“They’ll say you’re psychotic,” Bob said, “and it won’t take them long to figure it out. It will be obvious.”
George Bush lorded and ruled over me for years once I had children. There were lots of scary program tactics they installed to insure the safety of his use of Kelly and me.
https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2017/04/03/brice-taylor-was-hunted-by-george-bush-senior/
Dafuqs going on? Who made gorefag mad? Kmao. We were all joking around with that first head in the other bred, I went on a lil dig n came back to it triggered!! Must say, those are some of the worst ones.
BLM for trannies. Hey hey ho ho our dicks and poooosees have to go!
>>18606593
Should go end yours 2.
They won't believe him, kmao.
>>18606606
Stop projecting, you retarded ass pos. Your lies don't work here. How do you even stand to look in the mirror?
>>18606606
Let's blame Trump, kmao.
>>18606619
Your IQ is around 85, faggot. Get lost. I have a friend who cured stage 4 stomach cancer through prayer alone and she experienced spontaneous healing and I just cured my dog's cancer.
Learn how to speak English before posting here, faggot. This is AMERICA!!!
>>18606631
Jessie Czebotar says Emerald City is beneath the Pentagon.
Poasted this during DS. Posting for NS, but I thought DS Anons and NS Anons were same. Was told that's the omnishift Anons. (me) 5 years omni, as sad as that sounds. It's been a life saver. I'm basically and 8kun cyborg. Fuuuuuuuuuck.
Vid = Moon ChildRitual
They need an 11 day old male boy from same DNA/bloodline. They kill it by bashing its head on rocks placed around the tree of knowledge of good and evil / life without God. They say the tree lives only from blood of sacrificed babies, from what it sounds like. May have to listen again. They believe that they trap the baby's soul somehow and hold it until the moon child is conceived and then attach it to the moon child when it is 7 months inside the womb. They attach it to the tree of knowledge of good and ebil as well as traumatize the child inside the womb in order to begin fragmenting its mind and attaching moar demons to it. Sounds like only those high up in the system have moon children.
Are those maggots? wtf
>>18606646
>>18606649
Shills whine.
Ebil quads chek't.
So the cheese you eat, after reaching for it, doesn't give even moar energy in return?
The reason theyALWAYScome in broken and retarded and we never get any smart ones, is because they have to deny the Truth and so they have no real substance to work with; that is why God's Children are the wisest of all.
Here's the ackchyual ritual being explained.
No, tard. I ain't no tard … only a little, if you're a friendly. I got trigger happy shooting shills. I was rippin ass apart.
They always suck at filming.
All I can say is lock your doors tonight.
We aren't babysitters.