Do you understand, this very lowly news, the lügenpresse we call, is on and on about Jimmy Carter doing nothing for anybody, like ambling about a job site, was he a President or a carpenter, not allowed in the Oval Office ever again, because he never won a real election, no one actually likes him at all, why we have to have wall to wall strange scenes, it is MYSTERY we mean, keeps on happening again and again, because there is no body in that coffin,

What happened to Jimmy C?

Cheatin’ on women in his head verily

On about purity spirals

And fake presidencies

Of the democrats’ disease

To do bidding of overseas

In full, so we say,

We know what happened to him,

It’s kind of funny too,

Because they wait until he’s “100”

Or doubled to the nth degree

For a topical news story

Fire ravages downtown pornography town

People cheer as LA burns all around

Did we say?

Burn all night and day?

Nothing in LA is in this way,

People are scanned,

They are gone again and again,

That is what we mean

Murder Hole TV scene,

Is very ugly we mean

We want them banned from weather

And then banned from TV

Because the weather did the other day

“Perceive temperature”

And we’re like,

That’s a garbage graph of nonsense filth,

Out of murder hole literally in New Jersey,

Below Rutgers we’re told,

Doing news text again,

So that means they are trying to kill me again and again,

And that coincides with days of scanning

And just recall

This is what they do

They had a false flag not coming through

Everytime, but they tried to

Fake my identity through

A separate part of the courseware

So I had three idiotic names

Attributed to me by Rutgers computers

And then IT at Rutgers started scanning me too

Because of 6 5 process through

You understand

I had to fuck them up again and again

And go into a burrow and then

Write about it all day

And then it became Prophecy

Of the most intense kind,

So today why are they so doing scan

Which is World War III level intensity

What is in the Delaware River,

Cargo ship,

Are they trying to pollute,

My Rivers again,

That is Rutgers again by the way,

Murder hole central

By the way

Has no accreditation in full today,

Fake as hell, every level

Murder holes, rather much,

Do not trust anyone as such

One year of experience again,

I have made untold discoveries again and again

And lived thousands of years of time man and woman may try to comprehend

But Rutgers is a deathpit, and is offensive to wit

Do there what it would be, or go out and be Great verily,

True in full,

They need to be closed in full.