Diary Entry:

I once had the privilege of discussing protein bars, and the joys of tofu, with a battered, homeless Mum in Denver Metro. She inspired my blog, because she herself had been recently robbed of her entire month's worth of food money. Almost every battered Mum I had the honor of befriending was lacking adequate, affordable protein, for the high altitude, and African hair products.

I have discovered along my own journey of healing, that the experience of so many women and children I've met, and been inspired by, has a common theme. At the very core of all of their challenges, the fact remained that they had a 95% chance of death, from exposure, malnutrition and extremely violent crimes, which are through unspeakable means.

Most women who are repeatedly battered and disenfranchised are continually abused by the same types in our global, interconnected society. Powerful, corrupt, racist, sexist, disablist and classist court systems exist to wage a campaign of mass genocide, in order to nourish their own radical ideologies, of white supremacy.

How do they achieve their mission? They have drug cartels that pay their henchmen and female gorilla pimps in meth/crack parties, to bond while serial gang raping the elderly, street urchins, who are William Blake's modern chimney sweepers.

These white supremacists profit from human victims' corneas, organs, embryonic tissues, bone marrow, and living, full-term babies. How they acquire these human victims is by sexually molesting disabled, minority, female veterans, preteens, Downie Syndrome adolescents, and the elderly.

Beyond getting their extreme plastic surgery makeovers, they behave like a Cruella DeVille, with the new polar bear rug skins that they illegally hunt. The Downie and Fetal Alcohol Syndrome children are repeatedly preyed upon, in order to banish their facelifted, "fine lines" with embryonic stem cell injections, the new Juvaderm.

Simply getting nanowires of gold mesh embedded underneath their frown lines isn't enough for them. Instead of treating Alzheimer's, they increasingly require embryonic stem cells injected into their brains, to "survive aging."

These terrorists disguise themselves as the literocracy, and as the upstanding "rescuers/protectors" of our poorest latchkey orphans. This is how they amass Syrian archaeological treasures, by becoming museum/gallery officials. They create counterfeit tapestries, coins, and urns to hide their illicit trade for funding ISIL.

As they do this, they inhale enough cocaine to kill an elphant herd, while on their various "humanitarian" trips to human-traffic more Filipinas, while dictating a "proper, family values agenda." If ever around these Hannibal Lectors, you'll notice that they vehemently oppose God, and consider all female, minority, impoverished Christians to be merely hyper-religious "nuts and sluts."

They pretend inclusiveness, compassion, yet preen about their country clubs, private schools, status symbols, protecting their hazing, serial gang-raping, predominantly Caucasian, sororities, and fraternities. They repeatedly submit false evidence to Courts, in order to afford the heroin, which they use to "smooth out" the side effects of overdosing on meth, Ritalin, ecstasy, and opiates.

I myself don't have their "reputable" sorority, only the predominantly male, neoconservative, military, the U.S. Navy. As a sorority, the U.S. Navy shipmates can't compete against these NYC-chic, Italian Mafia debutantes for ISIL. I myself am still only a third literate in the Bible. I myself have never attended any "stripper dancing training" (supposedly feminist classes) at their Ivy League campuses.

That wasn't part of the U.S. Navy Radioman curriculum. I myself have never earned a living by recruiting ISIL terrorists, as these highly-literate, advanced-degreed, MENSA IQ-leveled, multilingual individuals regularly and successfully do, at the expense of Downie Syndrome children and adolescents. I hope that among my "sorority" that Patrick hasn't died, or turned jihadist. Although thirty-seven years old, my desire to curl in the fetal position, while clutching my stuffed monkey collection is sometimes overpowering now.