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Captains, Ships and Curses



Today I am thankful for the delusion that I'm a witch with 465 or so djinn.

It's just a delusion.

A fun one.

At least, I think it's a delusion.

So.....let me be blunt

The Denver Police Department are stealing blankets from homeless people on cold nights....

claiming that the blankets are evidence.

Oh really....

It's a shame I don't watch T.V. 

I heard it from the mouth of a homeless man.

A quick Google search proved it to be the truth.

So....

This puts me in mind of Hitler.

Hitler gave orders.

People followed them.

Commanders gave orders.

People followed them.

These mindless drones engaged in the slaughter of millions of innocent people.

The mindless drones who were caught were charged with war crimes.

I'm not too happy with the Denver cops.

I threw away the invite to donate to their toys for kids program this year.

Behave and you'll get what little money I have.

Harass the poor....well...you've lost my trust.

I'm not nice when you've lost my trust.

If police unions in other jurisdictions are staying silent on the matter, they're complacent.  In other words, don't ask for a tax hike until you grow your collective spine and speak up.

Cops aren't looking good as it is.  Why let this band of idiots make the image problem worse?

Your Denver brethren make you look evil.  That's not good, is it?

I don't blame the cops in the video I saw.

I blame the mayor.  I blame the city council.  I blame the police chief.

Maybe I'll play around a bit.

I've decided to drink my ceremonial wine.

I've lit my sulfur.

I've lit my black candles. 

I'm ready to make a few wishes.

MAY MAYOR HANCOCK, EACH MEMBER OF THE DENVER CITY COUNCIL AND THE DENVER POLICE CHIEF LOSE THREE THINGS OF EQUAL PERSONAL VALUE AS THOSE BLANKETS AND TENTS WERE TO THE PEOPLE THEY ORDERED THEM STOLEN FROM.

SO MOTE IT BE.

We'll see.

Maybe Demonic vessels need to charge in the full moonlight for them to work.

It's a fun experiment.

I don't see what makes the lives of politicians more valuable than the lives of the homeless.

I'm just a delusional witch.  Maybe the isolation from the stalking is beginning to get to me. The government forced me to live in this situation.  My anger is steered in the right direction.
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I'm not sure what is more delusional; the assertion that I have djinn -or- the belief that stealing blankets from the homeless serves and protects the citizens of Denver.

I don't know what religion these assholes claim but I'm sure their Gods can't be too pleased with their crap either.

They need to backpedal....quickly.

In the stories of the Bible, Moses cursed those who enslaved his people and stood by while his people were being killed.  In Pagan stories, the Gods often show up as homeless drifters to test who has empathy and compassion for those with little.  People without compassion were punished while those who shared their gifts found those gifts multiplied.

Maybe these so-called leaders are Atheists and don't give a damn what the Gods think.  Okay, here is something more frightening for them to consider.

People are pissed.  I've not met one person who sees the utility of stealing blankets from the poor.

They are pissing off the electorate. 

It's not a wise thing to do unless they want to lose their political careers.

Why am I cursing the city council, the mayor and the police chief?

Captains go down with their ships. 

Yeah.....maybe there is nothing to this hoodoo.  Maybe the demon in the volcanic rock I'm holding isn't real.

My anger is real.

I'm not alone. 

Hell hath no fury like a pissed off electorate. I need to find more people just like me to take on this
challenge.

We are not a free country if a cop can steal our shelter.  I wish the Anarchists weren't a lazy bunch of inactive people - they'd be the perfect people to explain it to Denver's so called leadership.

Denver needs to do more than stop taking the blankets and tents.  They need to repeal the homeless camping ban. 

In the meantime, I'm going to drift off to dreams of chilly council members, mayors and police chiefs.  If there is such a thing as karmic justice, their furnaces will quit working.

Love ya,

S. 

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