LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

A long time ago, there was a merger of belief systems in Rome. The Thule Society (Thule-Gesellschaft) was originally called the Studiengruppe für germanisches Altertum, which translates to the "Study Group for Germanic Antiquity", and I have no idea what they called themselves back then, but they merged religious dogmas with the Pharisees, with a big scoop of Rome's love for Saturn. So, a long time ago in Rome, Germanic black magic warlock mystery schools merged with Jewish black magic warlock mystery schools and each was influenced by Roman culture when it came to Saturn worship. Historically and biblically, Jesus was executed by the Roman Empire on the direct orders of the Roman governor, Pontius Pilate. However, both groups manipulated Pontius Pilate as well as the entire Bible. As well as history.  Historians and biblical scholars estimate that Jesus was born between 6 BC and 4 BC. The letter J was invented in the year 1524. The letter J was created between ...

  I think it goes without saying that my life has been one complete utter shit show. Nobody cares about me or my life, and I've made peace with that. Unlike most people, I don't really need to feel important.  I used to have phrases I'd say to people when people were still around. I'd say things like, "I am The Lizard Queen," and "Don't you have any idea of who I think I am?", and "if wishes were kisses, we'd never be lonely."  I find myself very alone lately. But not lonely. I've always been a wallflower. Many of my favorite activities can only be done alone. I was an only child raised by a single parent, my father. Oftentimes, in life growing up, I was alone. We were extremely poor, and my dad was extremely abusive, so I never had friends over. The last time I had a friend over, he hit me in front of them, even though their dad was his best friend. He kept making me clean the splash wall by the stove, over and over and over ag...

Ladies. Let me enlighten you all if I may…XYs (males) *suffer* from a biological condition known as “Vertical HOMOSOCIAL Bonding” - this is the literal reason why they’re so obsessed with hierarchical ranking systems like sports teams, video games, military grouping, etc. When there’s TOO MANY MALES like there is now, they create THE PATRIARCHY, which is MALE RULE. Because XYs actually started out female in the womb (we all do) they suffer from Womb Envy (they used to inform us all that we had Penis Envy for those old enough to remember), the Y chromosome is an incomplete X chromosome. So XYs covet being female from birth. Due to this Vertical Homosocial Bonding of the XY it creates an environment where the female will always loose because an XY is incapable of seeing a female as an equal. That’s unfortunately the real reason feminism will never work. This is also the root issue behind their “Madonna-Whore Complex” — because of Vertical Homosocial Bonding, males will always perpetuate ...

I think it goes without saying that my life has been one complete utter shit show. Nobody cares about me or my life, and I've made peace with that. Unlike most people, I don't really need to feel important.  I used to have phrases I'd say to people when people were still around. I'd say things like, "I am The Lizard Queen," and "Don't you have any idea of who I think I am?", and "if wishes were kisses, we'd never be lonely."  I find myself very alone lately. But not lonely. I've always been a wallflower. Many of my favorite activities can only be done alone. I was an only child raised by a single parent, my father. Oftentimes, in life growing up, I was alone. We were extremely poor, and my dad was extremely abusive, so I never had friends over. The last time I had a friend over, he hit me in front of them, even though their dad was his best friend. He kept making me clean the splash wall by the stove, over and over and over agai...

I dreamt you sat in my father’s chair, your throat bound silent with something I couldn’t name. And as I watched you sitting there, I couldn’t help but still take the blame. You glared up, misreading the note and the room, thinking I’d whisper words I still couldn’t say. But while standing, I saw your type of man, and knew you were never gonna pray or pay.  We felt the air change in this strange room, had our chests been storms, they would have been a monsoon.  And just as soon as I thought I would swoon, I heard the murmur moving throughout the platoon. That’s when I knew what I now know: when you didn’t ask me not to go, I could no longer stay. All we could never say aloud, it has already hushed an entire crowd. So I’m dubious now of your mood or the room… True love or sheer madness, it all ends in doom. 

He was lucky, he says. My lawyer said my assailant was lucky. Lucky how? Aren't I the one who's lucky to be alive? Supposed to be lucky anyway.  No, I say, I'm the lucky one.  Try to frivolously explain how this is all just Institutionalized Weaponized Incompetence. How this Brotherhood of Men they are better at turning heads than they are at pages.  Just as they're better at raising funds than they are at wages. Decry pornography as their 'free speech' to conveniently not categorize all the femicides it causes or how all the women on the show Wives With Knives had merely befallen to Battered Women Syndrome.  Males will cast you in their star-earned role of Psycho Bitch  but if you get picked, seven years in, they'll still get that itch... For boys will be boys, and men have needs. That's why they loosen their ties to roll up their sleeves; only honest men could ever perceive how a woman deceives. Graverobbers calling us golddiggers.  Meanwhile, I wait f...