American Narcotics LEGALIZATION HIGHWAY

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Description: And just as predicted by absolute God of Mathematics Science and physics way back in 1995, federal process has begun…

Easiest prediction I ever made…

U.S. Government legalizes whatever it cannot control so it may control it because without control there is no government…

Comical elements?

Cartel federal pigs of USA…

Any PRIORS?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WUNohVdNuYk&pp=ygUcQ2lhIGRydWcgY29udHJhcyBwb3dkZXIgaXJucw%3D%3D

And Gary Webb in his own words…

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GJkNEtgMulw&pp=ugUEEgJlbg%3D%3D

Retired DEA Agent Cellerino Castillo III eyewitness statement..

Part 1:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=udDPdZ48JMs&pp=ygUgQ2VsbGVyaW5vIGNhc3RpbGxvIElJSSBERUEgQUdFTlQ%3D

Part 2:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rfDiCSA8-Hk

Part 3:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NZmsXrR9j04&pp=0gcJCSkKAYcqIYzv


Did I verify allegations?

Yes…

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ELqJSiu3cuw&pp=ygUgQ2VsbGVyaW5vIGNhc3RpbGxvIElJSSBERUEgQUdFTlQ%3D

Personally, as I spoke to retired DEA Agent Cellerino Castillo III “Celle” — BEFORE his own federal agents put a case on him to punish him for revealing what he knew publicly… Once I revealed enough to him to demonstrate I’m not a federal undercover pursuing him, got him to explain many things I was after like various DEA entrapment techniques, their NADDIS system abuse which their agents use to target individuals mislabeling them as drug addicts, methods they use to seize large currency even when legit if it is in cash, and various other “Modus Operandi” top to bottom ‘cause their field manual is incorrect because DEA Agents don’t do anything by the book but all play dirty..Even Celle didn’t know his own former Agents would be gunnin’ for him cause down in Texas, you can buy a loaded revolver for $ 100 at any swap meet or AR-15’s and cases with thousands of rounds of ammo without ANY PAPERWORK! NOBODY polices that shit down there and it is Veterans who sell it… So when one of them gets pinched it’s cause they were punishing their Own.. From years I spent down on Southern border, you gottuh watch out fuh’ different things at different places so in El Centro California, it’s local American PD on Cartel payroll… Down in El Paso, Cartels hide their activities with legit biz fronts, so used washers and dryers, truck mechanic shops, etc., but the most dangerous criminals are cartel gangsters with a POLICE BADGE cause when they initiate traffic stop, it serves you well if there is notations which state that you are the subject of government surveillance…

I used my mother as cover while I was Countersurveiliing them all too to bottom chef to cook and worth a Mention that to me a non government private individual Cartels are just parallel governments by definition so 100K + in Texas and 300K + in California are not relevant from Law Enforcement standpoint to me because I am not in the business of enforcing any government laws so nothing I am aware of about a parallel government never gets disseminated to any sitting government anywhere! DTO’s at large scale to me a Mathematician at heart
are parallel governments as they tax their narcotics globally just like U.S. government taxes its citizens globally so from taxing standpoint they are identical..

And how do you get American POLICE OFFICERS down on the border in Cities like El Centro,
Or down in Texas to know they got nothing to fear wit’chuh?

Easy…

After you have identified they play’n American side fuh a suckuh and clocking for Cartel simply intentionally violate traffic laws of the state of California to get traffic stop initiated. After they read all the crap federal stalker agents put in their systems, they’ll buy you fuckin lunch and you’ll be amigos…

That stated; very first American stalker Enemy agent who ever comes to bitch pitch me g-fag career will be deceased second demand is made.. Let this be a valuable lesson to all other Global cocksucker g-fags who mistaken me for their next mother fucked recruitment cocksucker cause if you make mistakes American g-fags did, I’d pulverize your fuckin brains for the hell of it!

Also a huge mother fuck to all corporate cocksucker recruiters cause there is money in Hell any of you turn me into your fuckin lapdog! I’d brick your systems second I was there, and that would be just for starters…

Go investigate Rob Reiner double homicide while your “stiff’s” still FRESH cause if you bitch pitch me G-fag weekly shit you be right NEXT TO HIM at the Morgue wit’chuh filthy American enemy stalker agent asses on fuckin ICE!

Meanwhile: feast your low IQ’d cognitives on my Rob Reiner WHACKING SCRIPT which I wrote to mock Hollywood Ho, Ho, WHORES!

ROB REINER GETS WHACKED (AND IT'S KINDA FUNNY)

A Satirical Horror Script by Stateless Warrior, 2025

FADE IN:

EXT. BEVERLY HILLS MANSION - NIGHT

The house is obscenely large, a wedding cake of off-white stucco and anxiety. Palm trees look bored. A serene, silent night.

INT. REINER LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

ROB REINER, 77, amiably rumpled, argues with his wife, MICHELE SINGER, 65, sharp and sensible.

ROB (Pointing at a framed poster of The Princess Bride) I’m just saying, the “inconceivable” line is iconic, but it’s not my magnum opus. People forget the nuanced pathos of LBJ!

MICHELE Rob, your magnum opus is the fact you haven’t strangled yourself with that cashmere sweater tied around your neck. Now, did you order the kale?

A shadow passes the French windows. Not a cloud. A PERSON in a truly ridiculous outfit: a black balaclava, but paired with jorts and Crocs.

MICHELE (Noticing) Is that the landscaper? At 11 PM?

ROB (Squinting) He’s wearing Crocs. Assassins wear tactical boots. This is a satire. I can feel it.

The French doors EXPLODE inward. Not with force, but because the lock was cheap from a studio-owned prop department.

Enter THE INTRUDER. He holds a gleaming, absurdly large meat tenderizer.

THE INTRUDER (In a flat, SoCal monotone) Rob Reiner. You have been sentenced by the Court of Public Irrelevance.

ROB (Blinking) For which film?

THE INTRUDER North. 1994. Starring Elijah Wood and a profound sense of disappointment.

MICHELE Oh, for God’s sake. We all agreed to never speak of that.

ROB Bruce Willis was in it! It had a cameo by a talking chess board!

THE INTRUDER It was a crime against narrative. The sentence is… whacking.

The Intruder raises the meat tenderizer. It glints under a tasteful recessed light.

Suddenly, from the ceiling, a spectral figure descends. It’s the ghost of ANDRE THE GIANT, as Fezzik, translucent and sighing.

GHOST ANDRE (In a gentle, echoing boom) You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.

THE INTRUDER (Startled) What the—? This isn’t in the brief!

ROB (To Michele) See? The residuals keep giving!

The Intruder swings the tenderizer at Ghost Andre. It passes through him and smashes a priceless EMMY, which shatters.

MICHELE That was for All in the Family! You philistine!

Chaos erupts. More ghosts manifest:

· KATHY BATES as ANNIE WILKES from Misery, holding a ghostly sledgehammer and a copy of the North script, looking livid.
· WIL WHEATON as GORDIE LACHANCE from Stand By Me, ghostly, holding a ghostly jar of pennies.
· A faint, mournful specter of ARCHIE BUNKER in his armchair, grumbling about “stifled progressives.”

It’s a haunted house of 80’s/90’s nostalgia.

THE INTRUDER (Surrounded, dropping the tenderizer) This is a violation of the Horror Codex! The attribution said “scary”!

KATHY BATES GHOST (The sweetest, most terrifying voice) The only thing scarier than a bad review, sweetie, is a devoted fan.

She advances. The Intruder trips over his own Crocs and falls backwards into the fireplace, which is gas and turns on, giving him a singed behind. He yelps and flees out the window.

Silence. The ghosts look at Rob.

ROB Well. The third act rescue needs work. A bit deus ex machina.

GHOST GORDIE Do you think I’m weird?

ROB Not now, Wil. I mean, Gordie.

The ghosts fade, leaving only the mess.

MICHELE (Picking up the meat tenderizer) Well. That happened. I’m calling the police. And a publicist.

ROB (Sits on his pristine sofa, thoughtful) You know… there’s a story here. Man confronts the literal ghosts of his past. A metaphor for artistic legacy. A satire of genre…

MICHELE (Rolls her eyes, dials phone) Hello, police? Yes. There was an attempted… whacking. No, he’s fine. He’s pitching.

ROB (Voice gaining pitch, excited) We could get Hanks! Or Rockwell! The intruder… he’s not a villain, he’s a critic! A misunderstood Stateless Warrior of cinema! 2025! That’s the title!

The camera pushes in on Rob’s face, alive with creative fire, completely unphased by the near-death experience. Michele sighs, a sigh that carries the weight of five decades in Hollywood.

MICHELE (Into phone) Forget the police. Send a writer. And stronger blood pressure medication.

FADE TO BLACK.

SUPERIMPOSE: “BASED ON A VAGUE SENSE OF INDUSTRY ANXIETY” “A FILM BY ROB REINER (HE HOPES)” “ATTRIBUTION AND NONSENSE BY STATELESS WARRIOR - 2025”

FADE OUT.

THE END.


Fuck Hollywood!



~Stateless Warrior
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