WARNING: Extreme and Abusive Language
The U.S. intelligence community is comprised of a bunch of pussies. They abuse elderly women and they slaughter children too. They do this under the veil-of-secrecy like thieves. It’s time for somebody to get killed. I’ve reached this very real and very serious decision after deliberate consideration. I awoke today to find burns and blood on my abdomen. My good friend, a sixty year old lady, woke up last night, with men in her room. They were restraining her by the ankles. She broke the grip one man had on her ankles, kicked him, lunged out-of-bed, swung and blasted the mother fucker with her fist. Please understand, she is sixty years old, has diabetes, heart disease, a degenerative bone disease and other ailments too. I am proud of her. The agency boys sent their thugs and one of them got his ass beat by a handicapped older women. The time for games is over. I’m done with the bullshit and it’s time somebody takes two rounds through the heart or the brain. If I catch wind of those white vans parked anywhere near her house, I’m coming over and I’m bringing hell with me. I will blow enough holes in those vans and the people in them, they’ll be able to sell what’s left of them as blocks of Swiss cheese. If the intelligence agencies or their pathetic contracted street help fuck up again, and they will, I will show them the very definition of “extreme prejudice” and “nothing is sacred.” They’ll eat the lead of their own programming tactics. My resolve is titanium and my will is iron. If the intelligence folks and their thugs fuck up, make a mistake, get sloppy, I will exploit their errors. I will not hesitate to “GO DELTA” all over their asses. In the last year, the bodies have been piling up. Twenty children were killed in front of me. I’ve been dispatched to do more than one intervention this year and when people who weren’t scheduled to be killed got in my way, they got killed too. At this point-in-time, I don’t care if there are enough bodies to fill an oil tanker from bow-to-stern. This subtle, tit-for-tat, battle-of-words is over.
I’m not playing games here. This is the real deal. The fantasy Alpha unit super-soldier bullshit has gone too far. Enough is enough. I’m not a damn Alpha unit. It’s time to separate the men from the boys. I’m done with your pedestrian phone calls and text messages. If you want to play, let’s play. I’m arriving at my next destination in life ALIVE. This means one or more of your contracted thugs will likely die.
It’s unfortunate after thirty plus years of service, it has come to this moment-at-hand. I would love to retire peacefully and pick the pieces of a shattered life up, but I’m in a war-of-attrition with my own country. No country for old men.