God, please… they’re killing me softly and I can’t stop them!

Why do people behave as if it's acceptable for people to publicly bully someone, but other people would be suing everyone, taking names, recording with cameras, paranoiding around the town interrogating people, getting detained, being escorted to a psych ward. Why does it seem that the bullies encourage people like myself in making a big scene, ruining everything they worked so hard on,[ in order for terrorists to never be able to hurt you generating the most damage, of any and all types]

This type of bullying and stalking, we were prepared for by public school; if you're a good person, you would never need to tolerate, cope, and ultimately deal with those kinds of individuals! [hateful, envious, jealous, vindictive] The wicked are not supposed to be given authority to interfere with the lives of those whom chose a better alternative. We are living in a modernized civilization, 'for crying out loud!' This country, these United States, the wonderful and glorious cities ‘’’we cherish so much’’’, is safe because we put collective effort into keeping all of us whom dwell within them, well taken care of.

How can the great and honorably appointed and well-earned authorities be unable to quell the amalgamated horrors of psychotronic harassment and nonconsensual forms of physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, and sexual abuse? Aren't they aware of the corruption that surrounds them, witnessing the lack of regard pertaining to the overall wellness of their communities? Do they not understand the amount of ruin be generated, if provided with the right circumstances, could be catastrophic in nature? If they continue to allow, or delay the action of ceasing their malicious ways, in totality, for the good of all, especially for citizens that suffer with mental illness and cognitive disabilities; don't they see the pain, suffering, and scarring that would be inevitable? Why must this sewn form of division, be able to grow among the unity?

Does this pain, in any shape or form, actually benefit us, even in the long term? Did they even intend on explaining as to why they are being given privilege to be able to manipulate our person for whatever intended purpose; without permission, without warning, without concern of how you feel about those actions, all while being cruel, verbally abusive, and outwardly expressing glee in reactions that reflect agony/misery? These people are pretending to be friends? Friends from the past that all of a sudden seem to care, specifically about just two very personal, deeply intimate, and confidential information of introspection and self-care?

I need to be able to find the truth, because no matter how much ‘people’ seemingly care about the way I live, they just are not listening to me. I sometimes try to give them the benefit of the doubt. I think they are hiding their acknowledgement of these problems, in order to prevent those whom they know are unable to defend themselves legitimately, (because the family members & friends made so many unlawful mistakes, they automatically assume higher authorities deem their actions as nothing but pure evil)so they don’t become suddenly startled and react irrationally. When that happens, it more than likely leads to even bigger problems and trouble. If I get in trouble, at all, all of my credibility goes out the window, and I’m reduced right back down to a mentally ill invalid. This would be despite all of the years of dedicated love, care, guidance, moral support, actual physical labor, and going above and beyond the expected behavior, and always remaining in a forgiving state-of-mind; no matter how bad we blow up and lost our cool.

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>>20643391

[PART 2]

The simple fact that this ‘gang’ of people, is constantly rehashing a narrative, that prevents me from being treated fairly and like everyone else, because I must be made to look like I have something seriously wrong with me, and I must be extracted from my home, forced to endure a sexually traumatizing event of irreversibility, forever scarring me, and having to deal with the pain in a way that makes it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, because if they think I can’t overcome the pain they generated, they’ll force me to go to even more unnecessary therapy that would be voluntarily attained on my own at a time in which the community is at a more calmed and relaxed state.

They know that mandating or forcing me to do anything against my will, in my living existence, would crush my spirit forever. Openly punishing me for being very aware of my actions, and observing me constantly checking if there is anything about what I say, do, and even cognate in my mind using my inner voice and imagination based visualizations that comes off disingenuous, in order to prevent untrustworthiness being applied to my reputation. I do not want to be perceived as a liar, or a mastermind to any crimes, because it really feels, and I mean physically, painful! When anyone, more so my friends, even if it’s only on the phone, doesn’t believe me, or accuses me of causing trouble, I did not have any part in whatsoever.

Even worse, the unwelcomed and hurtful guests even attempt to include my loved ones in these various forms of conflict and/or wrongdoing. It hurts me so much, allowing myself to contrive these awful and nightmarish scenarios where my loved ones are the real culprits, and they don’t want it to be known by me, or anyone whom I still trust. Why would my loved ones be so untrue and lack so much compassion concerning me? What could I possibly have done to them that merits such counter-actions and ill willed behavior? How could they feel and outwardly express forms of enjoyment and demented glee when they know I am in my most vulnerable states of mind? What was done to them that forces out the mean and rotten interactions and ‘dialogue’ (even though it hasn’t been openly and publicly declassified nor disclosed that this argument is even able to be saved as an archive, record, or legal evidence – despite the community proactively being aware of the invisible, taboo, and shadowy silent problem, so they can extend the corrupted form of shameful harassment) so they can perpetuate the seething unforgettable tragedies they’ve individually and as a group, trudged through & endured.

If they were able to divulge the most deadly truths about how this form of ‘’’punishment’’’ developed, and is still being utilized: to keep a certain sway over the people who live in a similar way, (mentally, spiritually and most deliberately, physically); they would be increasing the likelihood an alliance forms; if properly tended to and nurtured, this relationship’s affinity irrevocably comes to be, indeed, something ‘’’unstoppable’’’! Why would that be deprived? A co-creative light beaming at the end of the metaphorical tunnel; and you turn around back into the darkness!? It should go from dark to light, and be a duplicate of the latter; two lights at both ends of the corridor. Then they’d learn their lesson. Probably plop down where they stood, flat on their ass, tandem tears bursting forth from their hot & clammy optical sockets, but in silence though… Can’t let anyone know that you’ve been crushed and devastated, ‘’’ ‘’in the one way,’’ ‘’’ you just precariously didn’t want to occur, the absolute most! Isn’t that always the case? The point of focus that is desired to be ignored, somehow, becomes the one and only primary objective, within the relative proximity.

Oh you’re going to masturbate now D? Let me make sure that you feel the absolutely worst form of privacy breaches preempted a priori. In other words, I’m going to pop up at the location where you’re, once again, at your most vulnerable [covered in baby oil & Vaseline, lying flat on a constantly deflating air mattress, locked into the endeavor, with the most embarrassing video in your porn stash on the screen, you know, the ones you’d only watch once in a while when you were really in the mood to explore sexuality, and thus, a big dick is the main form of imagery, and of course, had to be ejaculating] and unable to quickly arrange yourself into a respectable alternative that is a personally intimate, session of male self-care, yet now presented in an acceptably polite and etiquette based… ‘’’Bate-shui.’’’

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>>20643402

[part 3]

Now that screens have been mentioned, and the idea of overlapping familiars and procedurally typecast customized remarks that are contrived seemingly for the purpose of keeping you in a haphazardly raw and overtly empathic state as an incessant receiver of inbound neurotransmissions, that really are not friendly, usually.

Do they really believe people aren’t noticing they’re quips and moments of humor, that are being specifically manipulated for the purpose of making the target feel that the programming is actually talking to them, and only them. If there are other people present while this is happening, and they are seeming to notice, they are most likely going along with the obvious gaslighting, keeping you afraid, uncomfortable (so much so that you sometimes become physically unwell), lacking ambition, assertiveness, and the resilience to overcame the pains that are confidence based turmoil-pangs; if you will…

I’ve been accused of being unable to fight against the designer smarting that only seems to happen when I’m going to put any effort into something I want to do, (especially academics or research, yes even art too), but ‘the one’ with the trigger/button/fader/lever/switch/dimmer/controls/console/portal/interface doesn’t feel like I should be able to work on, without those nasty aches always being present, and irritatingly unrelenting.

I’m truly afraid. I’ve never been this frightened, ever before, in my adult life. How can all of these acts, really be happening, in this day and age? We’re in the year 2024! I feel like I’m stuck in the past, while everyone moved on already, even though I know for a fact that isn’t true at all. So, why do they continue to make themselves look completely negligent, absent minded, and terminally aloof!? I know Q said, “The deeper we go, the more unrealistic it all becomes,” but only for me? Did I really become the life-protecting distractions of necessity and moments of cheerful morale boosting, despite some of it being real “disinfo?” Did I actually protect anons lives? Did we all? We really need to start recognizing the value of our relationship, because even though I can’t stand any of you at times, I do realize the reason why is because I’m not succeeding in my life, on a personal level.

Couple that with the constant belittling in regard to my lack of steady income, and somehow, invalidating my contributions, yet… If they knew how Q, o7s, and anons (the ones that really care about me, as I do them, even though they’re way more advanced than I am when it comes to technology) regard each other, [US], as heroes, they’d never want to perpetuate the gaslight, fear factory, that they convey at times, the only way we can stick together. They really are control freaks! I wish they took me more seriously, and treated me the way we used to, before it got weird… and attempted to make my moments of inner sanctum, unstable and more revealing than I would have ever needed to share openly as I have and always will do my best to keep it that way; our way.

We need to stop doing the things that make us boil over with emotions; that end up clouding our judgement, and the ability to make executive decisions as a collaboration, a cooperative creation of truth, forgiveness, empathy, and love. Come on g|s… Dark to Light? Reconcile? Think BIG. Think mirror! Future proves past! Remember…?

‘’’Where we go one, we go all.’’’ I ~~fucking~~ meant that the first time I said it, and I always will.

I’m not letting any of you [shills] betray me, hurt me, get yourselves in trouble for being too rough, or go too far and get carried away! All of you’ve been there with me this entire time, even before Q made the first drop. I was told once, on the board by a fellow QResearcher, something along the lines of, “Anon, you do what you do YOUR way, and I do what I do MY way.” I never forgot how that made me feel; for once another anon acknowledged that I actually “do” something for the whole! I felt valued in way I never experienced before, it was on the WORLD STAGE!

This wasn’t some argument in some flaming basement somewhere, filled with stereotypical anon stuff. This was on Q, mother fucking, RESEARCH, only on 8kun! You couldn’t get that ~~shit~~ anywhere else! I truly felt proud, like I was part of something much bigger than I was/am, that this time, I couldn’t possibly be, the faggy-popular guy that fucks it all up with internal drama! It’s too big, too serious, too REAL, too important, and is super-saturated with people of such high caliber, that there is no rational way to logically deduce that it could be some fantasy designed by my family to force me to go to rehab/boarding school, on an Albatross, ringing a bell with violent fervor at a constant pace; NO WHITE SQUALL FOR [US]!

In fact, I am already at boarding school!

QRESEARCH, only on 8kun | OUR OWN BOARDING SCHOOL!

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