#sonar21

This is not a game now, nobody can save you.

Spent up all your change and now your turn is done.

We won't be afraid, 'cause we're the ones who made you.

Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone.

GAME ON.

heheh hihi stasyaaaa!!! game on nyeheheh >:]

i should mention purple doesnt represent stas here. i wont say who but its a bit obvious based on the last zensona log LMAO

@billwasnot

My Interview With Former FBI Sniper Chris Whitcomb — How Did the Secret Service Fail to Protect Donald Trump

14 July 2024 by Larry Johnson

Chris Whitcomb is an old, dear friend. We did some talking head appearances in the aftermath of 9-11 and have stayed in touch over the years. Chris served honorably with the FBI HRT as a sniper and, after retiring from the FBI, did some very interesting work for my former three-letter outfit. I have identified some of the Secret Service failings in preventing the assassination attempt on former President Donald Trump. But I turned to Chris to get a genuine sniper’s perspective. I think you will find his insights profound and informative.

Excellent assessment of what went wrong protecting Donald Trump. The rooftop the shooter used should have had identified security on it, but it didn't. This interview goes through all the technical details of what happened, and what went wrong. At the very least, Trump should have had better protection.

TIME: R O U N D T W E N T Y O N E

I can't breathe. It- It all happened way too fucking fast.

D-Daian... is fine! He's fine! He's alive and well, they just... took him away for... for...

"Five minutes, snap out of it. That boy won't be a hindrance to your performance. Play the game the way you're supposed to."

Fuck you, Scorpius.

They shove me in clothes that are too warm and thick to be comfortable. I'm not used to being fully covered up like this.

This is so fucking dumb- I need to find Daian. I can't do this without him. I need to find my Comet.

My arm is grabbed and I'm forcefully dragged to where I'm supposed to be.

"LET GO OF ME- GIVE DAIAN BACK TO ME!!"

"You saw the audience enjoy their meal, did you not?"

I look at the guard with abject horror.

"Sh-shut the fuck up... They didn't enjoy shit 'cause he's still fucking alive!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, mutt."

I can't fight back because before I know it, I'm on stage with Stas.

I look at them a bit frightened, knowing I probably look like shit right now.

Due to my own mental state, I can't get a read on them. It doesn't matter, I'll win and kill Kay myself.

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This is not a game now, nobody can save you.

Spent up all your change, and now your turn is done.

We won't be afraid, 'cause we're the ones who made you.

Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone,

Game on.

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The score goes back and forth, neck and neck. Stas is in the lead one second and I take over the next. Back and forth, back and forth. I was right in believing Stas would be wonderful competition, but I can't savor it.

All I can think about is Daian. He's alive. He has to be.

Everything is spinning. I'm dizzy as hell and I honestly want to lose just to be free from this fucking migraine, but that's just wishful thinking. I have something I want to do. I have something I need to do. I can't lose here.

I know you want to win, Stas, but I'm sorry.

I do too.

And I don't stop until I get what I want.

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But I'ma be the face of a generation,

Kids wit' no patience or directions,

Never doubt or question my effort,

Game on, game on, hope you people ready.

I'm reloaded and my trigger finger steady.

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Stas' song is interesting. And if it weren't for our circumstances, I'd think they want to die. I wouldn't blame them, but I know they want to win. I know they're trying to.

My dizziness and the migraine is only getting worse. This is nothing, though. I won't let my body stop me from winning. I was taught endurance. I was taught how to fight. I will fight to the very bitter end if it comes to that.

I won't go down quietly, they're gonna have to bury me face fucking down.

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I've traveled plenty seas, spent many hours

To make myself be the best I can be,

So you gon' show respect when you talkin' to me.

That number one spot legacy I see is my hit.

And what you take, what you is, what you leave behind,

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Here, at the last hook, I'm in the lead again. I'm pulling ahead more than I was before. I'm winning.

I'm winning.

Everything still hurts. It's getting worse. I can feel everything starting to shut down and give out. I can't pass out here. I can't, not yet.

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This is not a game now, nobody can save you!

Spent up all your change, and now your turn is done!

We won't be afraid, 'cause we're the ones who made you.

Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone,

Game on!

Game on!

Game on!

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My throat closes up and I feel sick. Panic is surrounding me from all sides and I can't see anything. I want to scream and cry and shout but I can't get my throat to work.

I'm angry, it hurts. I'm panicking, it hurts. I want my brothers, it hurts. I want my mother, it hurts.

A pistol is thrusted in my hands. I have to kill Stas.

I'm sorry, I'll try and be quick.

My feet are unsteady and I'm shaking. I can feel myself choking and hot tears falling down my face. I hesitate.

I hesitate.

For some reason, I see Kay. I see my brother falling into the crowd, and I scream as I shoot. It hurts, it hurts so bad. It feels like I'm tearing my vocal cords.

I miss their head. I hit their shoulder.

I shoot again.

I miss their head. I hit their thigh.

I shoot again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I missed every single fucking shot.

I'm so sorry, it's not your fault, Stas.

Through my blurry vision, I can see them laying collapsed on the floor in a pool of their own blood. They raise their hand and point at me weakly with a finger gun, before bringing it to their head and tapping. I can't see what their face looks like, but I think I know what they're feeling now, what they want.

There's a small moment of clarity where the adrenaline tunes out all other pain, noise, and emotion. I steady my hands and my stance and aim for their head, pressing the trigger.

The pistol doesn't go off.

I press the trigger again, still a dud.

I try messing with the magazine but I can feel that clarity slipping away. I can feel myself slipping away.

No, I have to at least grant them death. It's the least I can do.

Fuck no I can't pass out now, this isn't-

I can't-

I feel myself swaying, before it goes dark and I hit the ground.

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Oh, my Lord, take this hand, save me from the gallows.

Hear this news, bear my gold, lay me in the shallows.

Evil'll come if you call my name, the wicked day shall rise.

The river's sins gonna wash me clean, the river don't run dry.

Oh, my Lord, take this soul, lay me at the bottom of the river.

The devil has come to carry me home, lay me at the bottom, the bottom of the river.

Stas: @billwasnot

Daian: @apple8ees

Kay: @imperfectnothing

For starters, the Desert Eagle is a massive semi-automatic pistol. It shoots a .50 caliber cartridge, which is a devastating round. If fired inside a vehicle, there would be a visible fireball coming out of the end of the barrel. You can see what I am talking about in the following video:

Putin has Been a Problem for Forty Years? No, It is Joe Biden.

11 June 2024 by Larry Johnson 17 Comments

I am not surprised anymore when Joe “Alzheimers” Biden drifts off into his imaginary universe, but it is still jarring to witness. Check out the 2:40 mark in the following video. Biden claims he has known Putin for forty years. I am not a math whiz, but that would mean Senator Biden was meeting a low level newly minted KGB officer in Dresden, Germany. I call bullshit. And how exactly was Putin a problem? He did not come to prominence until Boris Yeltsin tagged Vladimir as his successor.

The latest Biden gaffe is just one more sign that Biden has the mental agility of a wooden horse, and he appears to get worse with each passing day. Which raises the broader question — will he actually be competent to run against Trump? I have some well-connected friends who insist that there was a meeting in New York City two years ago, where Michelle Obama was persuaded to replace Biden as the Democrat nominee when Biden resigns the office prior to the Democrat convention this summer.

But, former House Speaker Newt Gingrich makes a persuasive argument that Mrs. Obama is not willing to give up the sweet life of living on beaches in New York and Hawaii to take on the job of becoming a Presidential piñata. I side with Newt in this case.

The crucial point is that the mainstream media is starting to present the meme of Biden’s fading mental faculties and preparing the political battlefield for him being replaced before the November election. I think the odds are high that Vice President Kamala Harris will finish out Biden’s term. Biden’s mental confusion will only get worse and he will be under more stress, beyond the normal Presidential duties, as Hunter Biden’s tax evasion case heads to court in September. In light of Hunter’s conviction for violating a Federal law when he lied on his application to buy a gun, I suspect that the Biden team will put pressure on Hunter to enter a plea deal rather than risk airing all of Joe Biden’s shady business dealings during the final months of the Presidential campaign.

So that is the first binary issue — will Biden be able to run and survive to election day or will he be replaced? Second, if he is replaced, will Kamala Harris hang on to become the Democrat nominee or will it be someone else, like Michelle Obama or Hillary Clinton?

Now, as the domestic political drama unfolds in the Banana Republic known as the United States of America, I think international events will become the determinative variable. I will present three scenarios and ask you to weigh in on which you think is the most likely.

Scenario 1 — The United States and some NATO countries directly intervene in the war in Ukraine and attack Russia. Russia retaliates by striking military bases and key infrastructure in Europe and the United States with conventional weapons. The West will confront the choice — back down or escalate with nuclear weapons. In either case, there is no election in the United States.

Scenario 2 — Ukraine’s military collapses and Zelensky is ousted in a coup before the end of August. The West is stunned, but unwilling to escalate and go to war with Russia. This is viewed by most of the American electorate as a Biden debacle, which further boosts Donald Trump’s chances for victory in November.

Scenario 3 — Israel launches an offensive into southern Lebanon against Hezbollah and suffers major losses. As a result of the Israeli operation, Iraq and Turkey send forces to assist Hezbollah. The Biden Administration faces enormous domestic pressure to intervene and come to Israel’s aid by carrying out air strikes in Lebanon and Syria.

I am presenting only general scenarios. I wanted to give you the chance to riff off of these and provide your own speculation. I am certain of one thing — the next four months leading up to the Presidential election in the United States will be the most dangerous, perilous time in my life, and I’m pushing 70 years.