There're several more ominous indicators that I'm the premiere, totally legitimate Chosen One.
But the non-ominous indicator is my intellect. I'm able to situate myself in any mind and because of this I've been able to develop, albeit momentarily, extreme social skills - even to the point of street smarts; where it'd be out of depth for someone with my way of thinking. I can go to regions of the intellect that are entirely uncharted and come back without losing my mind. Even far beyond the point where it'd be perfectly natural to fold and break, I accelerate in my thinking process.
Originally posted by RobtardGuns, explosives, and even plutonium would be of no use.
Serious question, Oneness.Do you own or have easy access to a gun(s)?
A far more dangerous weapon (to greedy people) is industrial-power. That is, power over what is and is not obsolete. The ability to provide infrastructure without the consent of evolution-inhibiting businesses like general motors.
You can deny it all you want, but those with the wealth control the governments, to pernicious effects on most of the people in this society.
The ability to provide, profit from, and create commerce and wealth (legitimately) with anything from a piece of technology to a whole isolated (from any government) infrastructure with manufactured consent would be the undoing of the NWO.
An undoing that would provoke hostile action from them. Good. I intend to squeeze, intimidate, provoke, humiliate, and far more - all for spite. It's a conquest, and not directly through violence.
It'll be a paroxysm, on an exponential scale. The term corporate blitzkrieg comes to mind. I'll be leeching off of the economic parasites, perniciously.
I have this friend, who's a little bit older than me, and she's obsessed with this band. Like has everything they've ever done. She was going to their concert one time and she won backstage passes from some radio station. So she's backstage and she asks the singer if she can take a photo right. Well her camera decides it doesn't wanna work. The band's leaving so they can't really wait long. So the singer grabs her camera from her, pulls her close and takes the best picture ever. And that's the story about how my friend has a picture of Bono kissing her on the mouth.
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I'm going through the hardest time in my life, and I'm about to go through more stuff.
It'd been nice to have a hand in mine. I have a theory you subconsciously pay slightly more attention to the worst parts of me at my worst times, and now you're like; "**** you for good." Whereas before you were just like, "**** you."
But I hope I'm wrong.
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