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Disappearing me, my mom, my dad. Nemo…? ΜΟΛΩΝ…? I’m a peaceful guy.

no more pictures

Disappear used to be an intransitive verb, but in these violent times it is now commonly used transitively to make a person disappear with no compound verb necessitated. So, just to say, someone is wanting to disappear me, my mom and my dad.

The diocese called me late in the day (10 May 2018) asking if it was O.K. to give my telephone number to someone looking for me.

  • “Sure!” I said.
  • “Great!” I said.

I’m so naive and trusting. You can guess what happened: I got a threatening phone call seconds later. Of course. Yay! Someone trying to make my day interesting if also surreal. But, instead, this was to make me feel indignant on behalf of my parents. So, the rejoicing came to an end.

The person demanded, with threats, that pictures involving me, my mom (RIP 1994), my dad (RIP 1993), in particular me with my mom or my dad or with both, effectively from the first decades of my life, be dealt with in such manner that no one else online or in person will ever be able to view such pictures even after death. “Even after death.” Let me think about that. “Even after death.” Death refers to those involved in the pictures themselves, namely, mom (Requiescat in pace), dad (Requiescat in pace) and me (Requiescat in… what? Already? 20**?). Not knowing the date of my own demise, I would have to have all these pictures destroyed now.

Anyway… What’s your opinion? Should I ditch all my pictures? Shred them? Burn them?Pour acid over them? Shoot them? I’m so nostalgic. I love my mom and I love my dad. That all seems a bit disrespectful.

There is a point of disappearing us. The time involved coincidentally corresponds to the time until the FBI[CIA]/Main State prepared an alternative identity for me without me asking, that is, just after both parents died. And then I would disappear with their blessing in favor of my “Shadow”, their “gray man.” The timing is just a coincidence, I’m sure. My “Shadow” becomes all the more the “gray man” if I and my parents are simply disappeared. It makes things really difficult for enemies of my “Shadow.” I somehow become my own “gray man.” He can continue to under the name with which he entrenched. Who’s a reflection of who?

calvin and hobbes puddle reflection

And so, sure, regarding the destruction of pictures, I’m human, so my reaction is ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ and Nemo me impune lacessit. (You can find those quotes on Google.) Wouldn’t you feel that way? But, you know, I’m a peaceful guy. So, whatever. But, let me know what you think.

This person on the phone also said that there is only two days to accomplish what must be done and that I must leave North Carolina and go to another place for those two days so as to do something which legally cannot be done. But, no. I’m still here in Western North Carolina. April 12 (today as I write this, a few hours to go until this afternoon when the full two days is over). It seems to be the end of the world for this person if they do not accomplish what must be accomplished in these last two days, that is, with me out of my little rectory.

Oh, and, by the way, this threatening phone call person (whom we’ll call “Shadow2”) spoke, even verbatim, of themes shared in common by my “Shadow”, who is the reason for the alternative identity offer mentioned above. As an example, with mention of this blog being made by “Shadow2”, I checked out my stats. These are the tracks of “Shadow2” to this blog:

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“Shadow2” moved in just down the road from me (partially blacked out above), a temporary situation as “Shadow2” said. I recall that my “Shadow” has been after me to get a place for him in these past months in just such a place. But then he says that if he has to, he can use a temporary place which coincidentally is near where “Shadow2” happens to be right now, both places being typical of “safe house” locations, I mean, in the extreme extreme extreme.

Anyway, I like the three pages visited:

  1. The Home Page of this blog.
  2. The About Page of this blog.
  3. A blog-restricted search for the word “jew.” That’s the life-long mania of my “Shadow,” who is a David Duke sycophant and anti-Israeli, pro-Russia, pro-Syrian, pro-Iranian fanatic.

Anyway, “Shadow2”, having done some rather extensive research, said that, obviously, I was to give up taking a certain medicine I take daily to kick start the liver into making an enzyme which I lack and without which I would almost certainly be dead within 72 hours. Instead, I was to go see a certain doctor who would provide a certain unknown medicine from a certain otherwise unknown experimental program, you know, because that’s trustworthy especially sourced to “Shadow2”. But I digress.

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A more severe digression: To this person, for the dozenth time:

jaguar wikimedia

Thank you. The one will be appreciated by those in need. But the other offer of helpful information? I can’t do that, enter into that, no matter how helpful no matter on how many levels, right? Think… But you might send me something. /// End digression.

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In all of this, on the phone call, “Shadow2” was trying to convince me that overwhelming authority was being wielded over me, stating as an example that this very “Shadow2” intervened with Jesse Helms way back in the day (even before Main State contacted me the following year) so to have me removed from Israel in early 1991. You’ll remember that that was when Operation Desert Storm was about to heat up and I was everywhere to be found in the “West Bank”. However, I never heard a thing from Jesse, as there was never a problem. There was never a lack of flights leaving Tel-Aviv. אל על has no fear of anyone, ever. I love that. Anyway, even later on, despite the scud missiles that fell around us as we wore gas-masks in a sealed room of the Pontifical Biblical Institute when Saddam later started up in mid-January, I never asked any help to leave, didn’t want to leave, and wouldn’t have left, and, indeed, could not have been “removed” since, as far as I know, the PIB is extra-territorial even to Israel as it belongs to the Holy See (regardless of Jesuit proprietorship). No one asked me about any of this. As it is, I switched my departure date for a much later date., well after Operation Desert Storm was under way, you know, to make sure the staff would be O.K. Things were different back when; things were more difficult to know quickly. But the point of “Shadow2” is that there is no second thought given to taking over my life, because it already is. This had nothing to do with me being in some sort of danger in the perception of someone concerned for an American citizen (Hey! Just ask me!), but rather, it seems, again, that this is about something else in which my “Shadow” has an all-consuming interest. Thus:

terrorist suicide bomber

The real problem is that I interfere with anti-Israeli machinations just a bit too much.  Just previous to Operation Desert Storm I had spoken with with Saeed Hotari, later a member of the idiot military wing of Hamas, Izzedine al Qassam, who, it seems, was sending him to his death now (but for me), and would do so again successfully ten years later. Saeed was originally from Qalqiya, just a half a day’s walk from Nablus, where I was visiting to deliver some gas masks to the Missionaries of Charity because of the threat of chemical weapons being used in the immediate future. It seems Saeed’s family had moved to Zarqa on the far side of Amman. He was there at the beginning of the time when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi was there, but then he made his way back into the West Bank. I’m only guessing here, but the bomb Saeed would go on to use as a suicide bomber was so complex and so powerful that he would have had to have been helped by the likes of someone like al-Zarqawi. There’s simply no other way.

Saeed was the terrorist who would take so very many lives ten years later, in 2001, in Israel, just West of Nablus. 21 dead, scores and scores injured. This was the Dolphinarium attack against mostly newly arrived Russian Jewish girls. It’s absolutely a spitting image of him. Ten years had passed since our conversation. It seemed to me that he had already been pegged for being a suicide bomber at that time. I’m certain of that. But, after our conversation, he held off for ten years. Perhaps the effect of our conversation would have lasted a lifetime had al-Zarqawi and, indeed, his own father, not been around to push him in that direction of suicide bombing. Perhaps this interference on my part wasn’t appreciated by my “Shadow” and his allies, not appreciated at all.

Something’s up these past few months. There’s lots of stuff like this strange phone call happening, e.g., the perpetual accompaniment program for when I travel that the State Department and FBI[CIA] told me about has been beefed up very significantly.

So, what are the pros and cons of following the directives of this phone call person about the pictures? No pictures with parents back in the day? That has consequences. It makes certain things easier for my “Shadow.” I’m guessing the deadline, so to speak, for whatever it is, is something like 4:00 PM EST. Whatever.

Anyway, you can take my worldly identity away. But no one can take away the identity I have in Christ Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception, who stood in our place, the Innocent for the guilty, to have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, and who, for that reason, will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.

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Update: My terrorist friend and the terrorist friend of USMC Secretary of Defense James “Mad Dog” Mattis

26th U.S. Secretary of Defense USMC General James Norman “Mad Dog” Mattis asserts that we can get along with the Islamicist countries at least on some security cooperation by way of the inspiration of the greatness of America, noting that this is a better way to go because, as has been pointed out with the way things stand now (because of the past number of years), Islamists would rather put up with an imperfect government of their own free will than be forced to like America at the end of a USMC bayonet. I agree with all that only because I think the General has enough sense to see that security cooperation as that which needs double and triple checking, something we can actually do. It’s like giving fighter jets to such a country, knowing that Israel and the USA can take out those out-of-date planes in a nano-second. So, nobody is hoodwinking anyone.

If anyone should think that Mattis is crazy for hearing out his engineer-terrorist friend, let me offer my own similar anecdote on my encounter with one of the most deadly terrorists in the history of Israel…

jacobs well

“Hey!” said I to myself in early mid-January 1991, “why not jump on a bus and go deliver some anti-terror gas-masks to the Missionaries of Charity sisters up in Nablus in the West Bank before Saddam Hussein starts lobbing scud missiles on our heads?” So, off I went with the Jerusalem campus of the Pontifical Biblical Institute crowd shouting after me that I was really, really unwise. I knew that anyway, so, O.K.. I think they said something about a possible curfew as well, but, what does “possible” mean except possibly not?

I jumped off the bus on Al-Quds Street pretty far south of the city of Nablus and walked in, trying to get a feel for things, imagining biblical scenes playing out before me. On my way to the sisters, I wanted to stop and have a drink at Jacob’s well, which I did. But, before I got there, a young man I’m guessing twelve years old came up to me and asked me where I was from. As I think back on this, this was pretty brave, as the streets were completely empty. In Israel/Palestine, just because people stay inside, lock their doors and shutter their windows doesn’t mean a curfew, just that they are being careful. The monastery at Jacob’s Well had also been locked up, but the monk-in-charge let me in.

Anyway, when I said America, he got all excited and started telling me in broken English about how much he would like to go to the USA as he had some relatives there. “Great!” said I, and I asked him when he was coming over. His expression went all dark, with eyes glazing over. “I’m not going,” he said to no one in particular, as if he were asserting the fact to a vacuous universe. “But you have relatives there,” said I, encouraging him; “Why don’t you go?” “I would love to go,” he said; “America is a wonderful country. There is freedom.” “Come!” I exclaimed. “There are things I need to do here,” came the answer. He had a look that I would only come to recognize later as “The Look”, the look of terrorist who has been marked for a suicide mission at some point in the future. His mention of “things” he needs to do bothered me enough that I had mentioned it to others back at the Institute.

terrorist suicide bomber

I asked him to direct me to Jacob’s Well. Actually, we were within sight of it and he pointed it out with some anger for how stupid I was for asking him that. Calming down, he said that he had been there himself, outside the door, but had never gone in. The conversation switched to politics, his own poverty, and religion. I was pretty straightforward about my being Catholic. What I noticed in all this was that there was a kind of steel fist gripping his soul, suffocating him, that wouldn’t let him think about the topics he so very much wanted to think about. While “seeing” that fist crushing the life out of him, I saw clearly that he was looking for something from me, from anyone, different from what he had been getting from anyone around him. I hope I gave him something, but, was it enough? Evidently not. Some years ago, when I saw this picture of the young man, I froze, having the strong sensation that this was the fellow with whom I had been speaking in Nablus. If anything, it was a spitting image. I could be wrong, but, wow: it’s him.

This is Saeed Hotari, although the idiot military wing of Hamas, Izzedine al Qassam, who sent him to his death, called him by his father’s name, Hassan Hotari of Qalqiya, which is just a half a day’s walk from Nablus. It seems they had moved to Zarqa on the far side of Amman. He was there at the beginning of the time when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi was there, but then he made his way back into the West Bank. I’m only guessing here, but the bomb Saeed would go on to use was so complex and so powerful that he would have had to have help by the likes of someone like al-Zarqawi. There’s simply no other way.

Saeed was the suicide bomber who had taken so very many lives ten years later, in 2001, in Israel, West of Nablus. Dozens dead, scores and scores injured: the Dolphinarium attack against mostly newly arrived Russian Jewish girls. Again, it’s absolutely a spitting image of him. Ten years had passed since our conversation. He held off for ten years. But in that time, of course, much can happen and much pressure can be applied. He was vulnerable to being misled again by the likes of someone like al-Zarqawi. People do have free will. Hearing what his family had to say, you would think that it was the greatest honor that their son had killed himself and so many innocent people. His own father is perhaps the most guilty.

This is another reason why, I repeat, that I’ve made Islamism a bit of a project in my life. I’m guessing I’m a bit sharper with things now. It’s not a talent you want to have to use, or want to have come by the hard way. But, as the FBI puts it in their training materials, one needs to prepare for “The Coming Storm” (see: Active Shooter: The Coming Storm (FBI: Train now!)). I wish the CIA would put out something similar. We’ll surely be seeing more of this, more of “The Look.”

After drinking water from Jacob’s Well, I found the Missionaries of Charity and had a good time with them. But then I needed to get back to a bus going to Jerusalem. So, off I went, but I was still far from everything on the Northern side of Mount Gerizim when I found myself in the middle of an ambush, with the Israeli Defense Forces shooting in every which direction. The megaphones they used on top of their SUVs commanding this and that echoed from every which way, making it impossible to know which direction it was coming from. It’s seems there was a daytime curfew after all. That’s surely why Saeed ran out to meet me. He figured that anyone disobeying a curfew while carrying a package had to be a fellow terrorist. Anyway, they wanted anyone on the street to make their way down to a certain intersection, but a Palestinian man called me into his house so I could escape the bullets, and then, when all was calm once again, he politely asked me to be on my way. I thanked him for saving my life, risking his own to do it – with me looking much more Jewish than anything like a Muslim – but he just insisted that I now be on my way. Good people are to be found everywhere.

Islam has nothing to offer its adherents except the self-congratulations their submission to Allah brings to themselves, except the misery of oppression that submission to Allah brings. America always looks better, also because – I would say this – because of the circumstances which are brought about by and large by people of faith. That’s very attractive to the dark side. We should encourage that whatever way we can. I agree with Mad Dog Mattis. Yes, I do.

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