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I was at Walmart, and the woman next to me said a peculiar thing that seemed like she was gangstalking me. I loooked at her to see if she said "noodles" because he son was holding noodles or if it was just to antoganize me about how I've been using the barcode from ramen noodles to ring stuff up for cheap in the self checkout. I couldn't see what her son was holding. As I was leaving the store, some other girl said, "Yeah, but can you prove it?"
Here's the thing that I guess they still don't understand: The only thing I have to prove if I want to torture them to death is that I didn't like what they did. It says that fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, and that the whole point of life practically is to fear God. If these people were afraid of me, they wouldn't toe the line with what I can or cannot prove regarding their gangstalking. If they were afraid of me, they would be real careful not to let me get the impression that I didn't like what they did, and in fact the wise would flee when they see me coming.
What they don't understand is this: I am the master of the Day of Judgement. I am the judge and the jury, and nothing matters except my opinion. My opinion is that if they were afraid of me, they would not speak in presence because they would be afraid of me not liking their words and the torturing them for whatever sounds offended me.
Listen girly girl: you standard of proof is just some USA garbage law nonsense. The fate of you immortal soul balances on nothing more than my opinion, and if you were afraid of me you not be so bold as to taunt me if I can satisfy the standards of the law of the USA Great Satan. Later, when insects are eating your vagina from the inside, you will see what I'm talking about as I assume this post is not going to clear anything up for you.
Nothing matters except my opinion. The law begins and ends there. There is nothing else.
