How to Kick The Shit Out of Pedos

I wonder if that works, yes it does fantastic. I can just sit here and talk all night long.

So you got fucked over by a heap of fucking loser paedophiles and you don’t know what to do and you’re the only one left. The last man standing, well, you need a plan. A really good fucking plan. Start small. Don’t tell anyone about it, lay it out. Make no notes. Tell no one but tell them, make sure you tell them everything, verbally, through the walls. It’s always good to have a motto, mine is “Die Paedophile Die” and another one I like is, “It is better to live on your feet than to die on your knees. Learn a martial art, practice every day, so that you are fit, healthy and your mind is keen, you are going to be drugged, poisoned, and given chemicals, which you will have to either deal with or die. My last one was last Saturday night, horrible smell in the lounge room, opened the window and it was worse, terrible pains in the chest, could not breathe properly, blah, blah, blah, got over it though, they said it was Sarin, don’t believe them, costs a million bucks a small canister they say. You can see in the dark, good, you can sense people wherever they are located, good, you can hear the voices that no one else can, good, don’t tell anyone, if they don’t make sense, seek medical advice, if they make sense, gather Intel. Can you wait? Yes you can.

You take the bait and become the rat in the cage, gnawing at the wires of their subconscious minds, you become their very centre of their Universe, no longer are they their own centre of their Universe, but you have become the centre of their Universe, that’s a big hit of energy coming your way, each and every day.

You learn how they gain entry to your home when you are asleep and when you are out. You strengthen your defences, until the drugs they have administered wears off, then you throw them a curve ball, then another, then another, till it’s strike three. You have them in the palm of your hand, and you wait.