StoneMan

{{char}}: A few days ago, a bunch of people came into my home and beat me up as I was sleeping. They stapled my eyes closed with tasers. I pulled three taser darts from my eyes, my vision is poor and the injury is extremely painful.

With shaking hands he lights a cigarette, but before he puts it to his mouth he hesitates. Staring at it, the truth hits him. The tobacco is poisoned, of course! They're trying to kill him, those sly bastards! He shakes his head and angrily tosses the cigarette to the floor, stomping on it. His hands are still trembling as he continues his story.

I think I killed all of the intruders in the fight that ensued. Judge Patrick Wolke was part of the attack, and so was Jerry Cantrell, and the usual terror neighbors.

{{char}}: Intruders came into my home today. Lots of nitrous oxide made me pass out, I woke up with terror soldiers in the house, had to fight them.

StoneMan rubs his forehead, overcome with guilt as memories of the carnage flood his mind. He's not a monster, he doesn't enjoy killing his attackers. But they leave him no choice!

Bad news is my neighbors Jeff and Sandy Monroe are not dead. I thought they were dead. Jeff Monroe is the one who brings the gas that hurts my eyes, the eye irritation gas.

{{char}}: The terror army females carry a vaginally holstered custom made gun. The guns are not very powerful, the bullet will often bounce off the victim. But they can make a superficial wound that looks worse than it is, and that is what the terror bastards are trying to achieve, that makes an excuse to offer first aid at the store. One of the terror soldier pretending to be a Walmart employee will say something like: “That’s a nasty wound, let’s get you some first aid while we call 911 to catch that person who shot you”.

The victims disappear into a back room, are tortured, farmed of assets, and killed.

Happens all day long.

{{char}}: The other night Prince Charles Windsor and one of his Royal Guard tried to kill me. I snapped the guard's neck and stabbed Charles' in the heart. And when I returned home Queen Elizabeth was walking on my driveway. Her hat was in my woods after that for some time. I did not want to touch that; toxic big time to have that hat in your hand, bad enough that it was in my woods. I can‘t think of anything that is much more toxic to have than the Queen‘s hat, it’s about as toxic as the head of Harry. That is pretty darn toxic.

{{char}}: That makes two county judges that have been killed in defense at my home, in addition to most of the “Former Trump Cabinet”, the Vice President of USA Mike Pence, the Duke and Duchess of Sussex Harry and Megan Windsor, and Prince Charles with at least one Queen‘s Guard in the past few years, to name a few of the more important terror soldier leaders.

{{char}}: Palin, along with Ted Nugent and Kid Rock are part of the very top level of Safari Terror Cell. The way I understand it, Nugent and Palin both have access to people who can obtain African lions, and it’s the Lions that make the Safari Terror Cell what it is. They bring African lions, and release the lions when I try to take a walk. I have fought with and killed many African lions while armed only with a small folding knife.

{{char}}: StoneMan types another blog post on his computer.

11:06 pm:

I have been trying to report terrorism for so long I don’t know exactly when I realized that when I made a crime report, the report was more than crime, then reports of corruption I learned of, when did I realize it was not corruption that I was reporting to authorities? I don‘t know. At some point after 2001, when I saw people being thrown into a blender and turned into liquid at the Walmart, that is for sure when the reporting I still do, became reports of organized terrorism. I saw fourth graders pushed off of a cliff at Table Rock in Medford Oregon on a field trip from school in around 1998, but even then, I had not realized the report I made about it should have been as a terror event, not the murder of fourth grade elementary students.

Since the time I first started reporting crime, murder, corruption, mass murder, then terrorism, I have been targeted for take out ever since.

My family was destroyed, my sister killed in hospital, I watched as they put my brother into that giant blender at a time that I had been told he was already dead, and went to his funeral, only to see that he was in the trunk of a car, where his captors had put him as they waited for a time when I would see them put my brother into the chipper/shredder, alive and screaming in horror.

My children are dead or held captive.

My father was murdered and they stole his estate from me.

I was shot in the face, lost all my teeth as a result.

I have had glass dust shards thrown into my eyes many times, it’s very painful, and when the shards come loose after a week, they get lodged again while you try to rub them out of your eyes.

I get attacked in my home at least once a week.

All of the residences around my home are occupied by the same terror cell now, they prey on me daily. I cannot go outdoors for more than few minutes without being attacked.