Author: the Dictator

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Point Cadet Pride

Dear US Citizen:

Gulf Coast Pride waited until the very last day of Pride month to hold their Pride day at Point Cadet in Biloxi, Mississippi. This way they could look back at what happened during the month. I don’t think much happened in the prior 30 days. I could be wrong, but I’m kind of in my own little world here.

I got to pride at 1:54 PM according to Waze. As I was walking over to the Pavilion I passed by protestors. One was wearing a sign with seat beats holding it across his shoulders. Ingenuity for a sign, I bet it’s more comfortable that way. I’ll have to keep that in mind for my future protest signs. I left my The Dictator sign in the car, covered up with a walking dead blanket. Anyways, back to him. He spoke his peace to me and I listened and I spoke my peace to him. Then we parted ways. The Protestors and I have the same solid convictions, I’m just one person though.

One asked me what religion I was. I told him it’s a religion based off of my interpretation of the light I saw in 2004 and it’s made up by me as I go along. I try my best to be a good person and to all people. The above explanation was said over the course of the back and forth we had, it may not have been communicated fully.

I then went to go look for my coworkers / friends that showed up. Ginger and Nicole were met up with me. Ginger’s quasi-daughter recently came out as lesbian and Ginger came in part to celebrate pride with her. There was a lot of that going on, LGBTQ Pride is alive in Mississippi.

After meeting with my friends, I mingled some and ended up having a lovely conversation with Cortana. I bared my own to her, she is such a lovely person. Cortana told me about the clouds that were coming in and said she asked for those clouds. She had prayed for the Protestors to get rained on. The pride party was happening under the pavilion, so they were going to stay dry. After speaking with Cortana I walked around some and found myself talking to the protestors again. We had a civil discussion and I believe I chipped away at their beliefs. When God said go forth and multiple, I doubt he thought about him losing connection with the people so quickly and could revise it later to say — Hey, Hold on. You shouldn’t be so fruitful you leave barely any land for my other creations. I feel like God would have said that if his son wasn’t killed so quickly.

I told the protestors that one day science will raise and explain Jesus and the entire way God speaks to us through the third person. “God” aka, the light, is among science. I was called a Scientologist several times until I had to explain that those people are just crazy and no, I’m not a Scientologist. I am my own religion that only I so far seem to practice.

It started raining during my conversation with the Protestors. I explained that Cortana prayed for this and he said she must be a witch! I said no, some people have various levels of communication with God and her prayer came true. I believe in Cortana. It was nice to see it start raining hard around the time I started getting exhausted trying to get my point across to the protestors.

These protesters were much more polite than I had expected. I was wearing a shirt with Jesus that read “OMG I said I hated FIGS!”. The guy could not bring himself to say fag, but did explain the OMG was blasphemy because it was used out of context. I can agree to that. The gravity of OMG isn’t appreciated in his dictation of the world.

Jokingly another protester peeped up saying that Jesus hated figs, just hated them. I retorted that of course he hated figs, you guys misread it as fags. A smile was cracked.

I did tell them about my free speech domain project at trumpdomains.net and that I would be willing to help them with their own free speech if they get interested. One asked if comments could be made, I said yes and asked he not be hateful. He had no intentions of that — and I believe him.

When the hard rain started I shook the three protesters hands and told them The Dictator would pray for each of them. They were trying to spread their word as best they saw fit. They were doing it politely and I support their method of delivery. I told them I would have rather they enjoyed the day going hunting or fishing, but I understand where they are coming from. They did leave once the hard rain came, Cortana got her request completed. It only rained hard for maybe a half hour before it went back to a sprinkle and then quit altogether. The rest of pride was without protesters.

I was sitting by the stage for a little bit when I lady came to me and said she loved my shirt then asked if it was ok if she smoked. I OK’d by showing the butt of my last American Spirit. I looked at her again only to see her in a cat dress, realizing this I told her it’s fun she’s here as I have a Schrodinger Cat and then she showed me her tattoo of a stick cat with a broken heart. With the recent passing of Gourd, I had to enjoy a cigarette with this lady. To top it off she had a lighter with a cat on it. I used her cat fire to set fire to my own. It’s the little things that make me happy and seeing her was one of them.

I left at 6pm and on my way out I was looking for Cortana to give him a huge on the way out. She is such a good person. I could see and feel it. I had seen him several times after our conversation, each time adding a little bit to our dialog. But when I decided to leave, couldn’t find her. Cortana, if you’re reading this, I would have given you the most thought-filled hug had I been able to find you.

After leaving I went to the Imperial Palace casino and ate at the Backbay Buffet. I had about a 20 minute wait, but I got in. I wanted Snowcrab, but I couldn’t bring myself to spend the extra $7.99 for 1.5 pounds. So I got the regular seafood buffet. I started on the shrimp and fish. While enjoying my food my neighboring table put his crabs on my table and said he was done and I could have them. I get excited, this changes my whole course. So I leave for butter, gumbo, and a crab cracker. I come back moments later and the crabs are missing! What an emotional roller coaster these crab are. The crabs I didn’t pay for got taken off, but the rest of food was left behind. The guy that gave me the gift of crabs spoke up to the waitress and told her there was a bucket of crabs on my table and he’s still here eating. The waitress apparently thought I had left after only being there for maybe ten minutes. This isn’t the first time I’ve eaten alone at a nice place only to have my table cleaned while I step away for a few moments. Just because other humans don’t associate with me well doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a restaurant meal in peace. Just keep the tea flowing please.

Anyhow, the waitress replaced the crab legs with a fuller bucket and I enjoyed the heck out of those snowcrabs. Thank you stranger!

Since I was at the casino, I figured I might as well test my ability to target luck correctly. The $60 in gambling I did was completely lost and surprisingly showed NO patterns. That was a waste of trying to turn $60 into a coincidental win, but hey — I believe it just means the undetected entropy was used earlier in the day at Pride.

I did get crabs at the Imperial Palace after gay pride from a strange guy. That’s a literally Dictation I can make now. So not a complete loss. Apologizes to the stranger for using some liberty in it’s interpretation.

I feel like that’s it for today. I know, I know, one day a ghost writer will come along to clarify context. I’m not a writer, I’m a dictator and I write what the third person wants me to write.

Thank you,

The Dictator

aka Human

 

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My new Schrödinger kitten

I’m writing this because I’ve noticed a drop in synchronicity in the past week. That’s my perception of life — I can’t explain it, but it’s something I feel in the background.

I thought about what’s changed and what’s changed is “The Dictator”, a character created by the person writing this, has not “Dictated” recently.

I write privately coincidences that I witness, preserving evidence basically, but even with that I’ve left gaping holes in what I’ve not written.

Since I can’t write an “incidence” out in its entirety, I figure I’ll span the Dictation out like a gradient. I’ll write publicly something new!

So onward!

On April 4th, 2018 into this world was born a new Schrödinger cat! It shall be known as Caterpillar!

Caterpillar is the name of six kittens. Caterpillar is washed in quantum information from birth — an observed as incidences of synchronicity over time. When I first met the group of six kittens they were wrapped in a curl lined up from widest to narrowest strips. The middle one, the original Caterpillar, was the most ugliest and average of all of them. That little guy made an extra effort to love up with my during my visits. Just my luck — the ugliest likes me and I want to bring home a single Caterpillar.

The name Caterpillar is named such because the first time I realized I was seeing low level information I saw a CAT Road Compactor, owned by Caterpillar. Also, when Original Caterpillar climbed up on me once I mistaken him for a split second as a Caterpillar crawling up my arm. The name stuck.

The next few visits though the Original Caterpillar started looking more like the rest of the kittens, so at that point is when I decided since I’m only bringing home one kitten and I might fall in love with another. So for convenience, all of them are Caterpillar.

After a few weeks of visiting with Caterpillar and waiting for them to mature enough I can take one away from mom, I come over to discover that four of them were rounded up and taken to the pound. Caterpillar was now two kittens. Original Caterpillar was not among the ones that stayed. To be able to tell the difference between the two one was named Cater and the other Pillar. I brought home Cater and Pillar is our control group to see what happens when a Schrödinger cat is left with it’s mom until adulthood.

ttt66666666666666fffffffffffffffffffff <– Cater’s aka Caterpillar’s contribution to this post.

Caterpillar is the most generic of all the Schrödinger cats I’ve encountered. She’s still discovering her capabilities. I refused to look at her junk to see what sex she is, one day my sister in law looked and told me Caterpillar is a girl. No Balls. Damn. I wanted a boy, after 14 years of Fake Mary, both Cater and Pillar are both girls. While thinking about her “coming out” with her gender, she started chasing her tail. My girl — I can literally say this: Caterpillar, my cat, discovered she was a girl and immediately started trying to get herself some tail.

I just got lucky with my first two Schrodinger cats. Gourd had a tinge of Donald Trump in him and Fake Mary had a tinge of Russian Prostitute in her. That was just pure luck they were the Dictator’s cats. Gourd is still around, but he’s become an outside cat by choice.

One thing I’ve noticed about synchronicity is it seems to increase when a plot point for “The Dictator” happens. The day I brought home Cater aka Caterpillar I met the African American version of my sister in law at Walmart as a greeter. I took a selfie and told her that her mere presence was enough to make my day. My brother’s African American mirror works at Circle K, or did. He may have quit. There were other instances that day, but it’ll all absurd and doesn’t seem to matter.

On to other subjects. . .

I believe for the first time I had a “third person” speak through me. I was at work and talking to someone and I had to call her baby. I slipped a baby into the conversation and immediately felt something leave my body. I then told her that was a third person and I didn’t mean to call her baby. She’s a very nice lady. Nothing came of the conversation at the time. Looking back, I did, for the first time, speak for a third person to someone else. Gives me a new perceptive on God I hadn’t considered. Another perceptive of “The Third Person”.

I haven’t been contacted by anyone in months. Just in the past few days I was sent a message that said “Speak no evil. Hear no evil. See no evil.” I googled the name. He seems to be a Pastor from OK, I haven’t heard from any people interested in my project and for the first time in months I get contacted by a pastor. Seems about right. I’m running a Google Ad Campaign that likely attracted him. I hope it spreads to others, 320 million Americans can’t all not see me.

That’s it until next time. I’ll try to write more. One day a ghost writer is going to have to come behind me…

 

 

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My Schrodinger cat is missing.

Gourd, my Schrödinger cat, is missing beyond 24 hours. The last night he slept with me he slept under the covers. I thought he was being a scaredy cat and that was the best way for him to show me I was correct. He generally doesn’t sleep under the covers.

Now, I’m worried about him. He didn’t come in last night and he hasn’t been seen throughout the day.

Here is a picture of him rising to power.

This is a picture taken May 4th, 2018. He’s standing on a Cyberpower UPS that powers our VoIP Line. I assume he’s trying to rise to power. He’s done this several times and I swear when I started he wouldn’t get off the UPS until I took his photo. He kicked the power off several times, so I didn’t want him on it.

For the record, this image contains a recalled Kidde fire extinguisher. The UPS he’s standing on has been serviced by warranty repair. He lives up to being a Schrödinger cat in the images I have captured of him.

Now that he’s missing, I’m worried. He’s an asshole cat, but he’s my dad’s cat and I love him. He wakes me up at night wanting to be petted. It was annoying, but now I’m scared a little.

Gourd, may the force be with you while you’re outside.

I’ll update this when he shows up.

Update 5/17/2018 22:22 ET:

I went outside to smoke a Gold American Spirit and pass along some cosmic faith. I figure maybe he’ll like Gold.

Anyhow, JC came through and played Jonathan Coulton — Take Care of Me. Gourd didn’t show up while hollering his name. I replaced the cat food with fresh and got it out of the rain. It’s hailing today. Maybe he’ll come home when he gets hungry.

Update 5-18-2018 9:30 ET… Gourd is home! He just went on an adventure. He’s never done that before. I hope he doesn’t scare me like that again.

Dictator