NSA/CSS FOIA appeal authority

I just thought I'd log on.  I didn't know what I was going to post about until now.  I will have you know that I have been on sex sites and since a few days ago I have been stuck on one particular site I can't seem to get off.  I'm not posting this to necessarily rant, you can consider it an explanation.

About the subject, the NSA/CSS FOIA Appeal Authority.  Well, first of all, I will say that I, or they, have a beef with me as when I think about it, should be totally obvious to me given what has happened in the past.  I tell myself that it would be good for me and probably others if I try and go about this the right way which I am doing now instead of resorting to something that would border terrorism.  I think it could be human nature to behave in such a way.  I haven't written this entry down like I have with almost all my others.  I haven't really planned out what I am going to say.

Where do I begin?  I would like to write to the NSA/CSS FOIA Appeal Authority containing in my appeal:

• An introduction of myself.
• Questions about any information they have on me, a New Zealand citizen.
• Questions about the relation between me and events that have happened such as the Oklahoma City bombing, the attack on the USS Cole and 9/11.
• Questions about the relation between me and the de-classification of what was United States government secrets that I believe will help bring about a new world order theocracy.
• Questions about the Omega Agency.
• Accusations about state sponsored terrorism and or their own terrorism, government enforced media lies to do with Osama Bin Laden, petty murder that traces back to their unlawful echelon of astronomical power, act of god events in history that are in truth, god of government that has completely fallen out of line, crimes that trace back to the man himself in the Oval office that is partly responsible for the formation of this new world order I have been talking about.  For me personally, unrelenting torture and conspiracy to murder from a branch of the United States government and their criminal associates (either the C.I.A. or N.S.A., or both).

I appealed to the NPCA, a New Zealand organisation, about my torture and interrogation by the New Zealand Police for two years straight between 2006 and 2008.  I wasn't detained.  There was an investigation but no wrong doing was found.  Plus, either the British government or their criminal associates had sent teams of their people over to become part of the New Zealand Police and Bay of Plenty Community Mental Health between my admission in 2004 and still to this day in 2011.  It was a coordinated effort and still continues to be.  These government types are criminals, and should be treated as such.  I was.

I am truly surprised about why there aren't more small spurts of uprising against the United States government than what there has been.  They are the unlawful superpower that mark my words, I would deal a vicious blow to myself if I could.  I have been taken on a ride and so have people that have been victimised by me to bring my end.  They have been convinced it is necessary to fufill a government and associated Freemason religious agenda.  This should be different.  I have been thinking, if it wasn't for these queer religions (yes, queer religions) and government association (primarily the United States government) then from the start, people like me could grow up normally instead of getting caught up in all the queerness.

In closing, I will be considering writing to this NSA/CSS FOIA Appeal Authority to find out what can be resolved.

Nearing the end

I plan on ending this blog in August this year.  As you would have figured by now, the entries are few and far between.  But why August?  Well, that way I can say I had the blog up for a whole year.  August 23rd would be the date to make that so.

I have done so before, will do so now, and will probably do so again and that is reflect on what this blog has done for me, for you and just generally about this blog.

I dropped out of high school at sixteen and I'm sure I have already made it known to you that I did because of forces beyond my control but ultimately, I decided to leave and fall into an obsession with internet pornography.  Because of my lack of education, I'm not the most intelligent person in the world.  I even admittingly, don't know when to say I or I'm, when to use apostraphies before or after the S or describe a group of people by using they are or they're.  Hey, and I passed english too!  But in my last year, I struggled with almost everything.  One reason why I left.

Given that insight into how I have written, by hand, most of the entries that are on this blog website, I am now going to talk about the content.

This must be the third or fourth time I have brought this up, the Canterbury/Christchurch earthquake of September 4th, 2010 and February 22nd 2011.  Because of people who read this blog, because of probably the same people I have been talking about in my entries, I think that I have to bear responsibility for the tragedy that happened.  However, I don't accept.  If this blog, what I have done, has been me leaking or ratting out on someone or a group then it shouldn't necessarily be taken that way.  Do I feel sympathy for the people of Christchurch and the province of Canterbury for what happened?  No.  But I did feel sorry for the animals, still not enough for me to want to donate however.  Let me say this again, I do not accept responsibility for the earthquakes, the destruction and the loss of life that happened there.  Perhaps God needs to take that responsibility, huh?  You know, your christian God.

I think the above is the highlight of this blog.  I mean, it just had to happen.  Everything about me has to be great but I am really a perverted dickhead that is suppost to have low morale.  Fuck this shit.  Really, fuck this shit.

The handle unwashedflyer is a handle that Microsoft generated for me but probably really is the product of intervention by the little green men of some government.  Hahaha.

Full steam ahead toward the latter part of August this year.  Peep! peep! peep! peep!

I've finally done it!

I have finally defeated Sagat as Ryu in the online flash game of Street Fighter 2.  It has taken me about a week.

The first two rounds are easy and providing you win them both, you then need to concentrate on the third.  The third round is all you need to fight well for or round four or the final round.  You need to win three rounds.  It seems the computer went easy on me this time because it allowed me to do hadokens (?)  from the corner after Sagat did flying uppercut after flying uppercut and failed in all three or four allowing me to strike back time and time again.

And Sagat has a habit of getting you in the corner and spamming those uppercuts.  A good way to counter them is to crouch and block.  That way he will go up in the air while you block them and stay on the ground.  When he comes back down, then do your own uppercut.  Spamming the dragon punch in the first two rounds is an easy way of winning.

As I've said, I think the computer let me win.  But it was really tough trying to defeat him all the attempts before as the computer would have a habit of relying too much on his uppercut in the corner of the screen.  Another thing is that the game is set to take more health off your bar with each hit (when you're about to defeat him in the final round) than it does with Sagats.  Which isn't how the game should really operate in my view.

You can play the game yourself through this link... http://tinyurl.com/4b7xgv...

Banned

I registered on a site, I won't name which, that has banned me for posting an entry on a new blog about the death of Osama Bin Laden.  The entry appeared on their main blog page and had to have been up there for about twelve hours before it slowly faded back onto the second page of updated blogs or something like that.

So I try and log in again but the site tells me that I will be activated in fifteen minutes.  Fifteen minutes goes by and I try again, this time the site tells me another fifteen minutes.  I try a third time and the same result.  I am guessing that I have been banned from using the site I'm talking about for good.  And, I'm fine with that because the site had little activity anyway.  It wasn't for me and that was something I realised after I had signed up.

Rest in peace, Osama Bin Laden.

Nightmare

Blogs.  You can experience something such as a nightmare and log on to tell the world about it and do it via your blog.  Well, this morning I had what must be the worst nightmare I have ever experienced.

I felt like my arms were being held down, poked with what I thought were needles, I was swearing to this imaginary person who in my nightmare, appeared to be a witch... I mean, I was trying to say these things but the words just wouldn't come out until they did nearer the end.  Very strange.  Just before I woke, I felt like air was being sucked out of me... I could feel the sensation as if a vacuum was inside of me.  Then I woke in a mild sweat but my legs were sweating really bad.

That's some fucked up shit for sure.  I thought,"Whoa, man.".  What a fucking trip.

Nothing to write about

I am looking at my Samsung cellphone, it has a big crack across the screen and I can't show you unless I get another camera to take a photograph.  The damage was done some weeks ago overnight at a sleep over at my parents house and I'm telling you about it now.  Wow, maybe God is like... trying to tell me something.  He is telling me,"unwashedflyer!  If you dare use your cellphone to capture amateur pornography on it I will strike you down where you stand o ye of little faith!".  Or maybe he says this,"So wut you gonna use ya mobile phone to make sum kinda pornographic movie?"... "Kapesh?!".  I don't know what that means.  Yes, my mockery is blatant and after all the crap I have been through, it is fair.

The phone and camera still work fine though.  I had tried to sell this same phone I am talking to you about in I think 2009 for about one hundred dollars but the people who bought it came back, gave it back, had their money given back to them and the phone was kept a secret from me for all that time and during that time I had asked my mother whether it was still in their house and she lied to me and said that it actually had been sold.

That's that.  She probably prayed this morning, too.  Praying to her god.  Well, I'm not stopping her but I don't think I will be any time soon after what I suspect has been an infiltration by the local Freemasons in the area to convince her that she has to, or that its going to help her or me or something.  Maybe these South Koreans I know came in and talked to her?  Fuck knows.  I don't, anyway.  I haven't given up questioning them because if I had the chance, I would do so again.  I feel hurt that they are being taken as fools by doing what they're doing.  I mean, they're my fucking parents!

I read through my earliest entries on this blog and I'm glad that I didn't come across as a complete idiot.  How?  Because I kept those entries quite informal like these ones instead of being the opposite, formal, and preaching on and on about this and that and the fucking other.  I didn't cause the Canterbury/Christchurch earthquake and I wasn't drunk.  Hans Moleman of the earthquake machine did.  God, we're so fucking screwed.

One day and it could be soon, this blog might be finished.  An appropriate way to end it would be by typing up a truthful conclusion to everything I can then closing not only this, but closing that chapter of my life, for good.

Corrections and clarifications

• The Super 15 competition, as I referred to it as the "Super 14", is actually the Super 15.  I was behind in the times.
• The photos I took have still not been uploaded yet, obviously.  Well, they should eventually come.  I have a few of some rather unusual things.  One I just took the other day of an apple that was honestly the biggest apple I had ever seen in my life.  I wonder if the genetic modification of food has crept under the radar in this country?
• When I said "Japanese anime is evil.", I was being sarcastic.  Sarcasm, that is part of my personality, is something that you might know well about me by now.
• I had mistaken the cross (that Jesus had died on then became symbolised) in Penthouse magazine Australia as an expression of faith.  Actually, it was, well, a bit different than that, I think.
• I am thinking about ending this blog and moving on to something else.  I'm sure, that all of my entries have been saved to my secret admirers hard drive and read over time and time again.  I might stop the information flow.  But the information I do provide, is really of little use anyway.  This might change, but I am losing faith in this blog fast.