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American Narcotics LEGALIZATION HIGHWAY
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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 decomposing while I music composing 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…
And now to add a bit old controversial satire to this post for sole purposes of American stalker enemy ass fucking…
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 NOT FUNNY)
A Satirical Horror Script by Stateless Warrior, 2025
FADE IN:
EXT. REINER FAMILY MANSION - BRENTWOOD-RENTWOOD NIGHT - DECEMBER 2025
The sprawling estate glows like a Hollywood set piece under a blanket of fake snow (because LA doesn’t do real winter). Twinkling Christmas lights entwine with a massive menorah on the lawn—Rob Reiner’s nod to “inclusive holiday cheer.” A sign reads: “Happy Chrismukkah from the Reiners!” Carolers in the distance sing “Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel” mashed up with “Jingle Bells.” It’s festive. Eerily festive.
Snowflakes (from a machine) flutter down. But something’s off—the wind whispers like a bad ADR track. Shadows stretch unnaturally long from the palm trees, like fingers reaching for the door.
INT. REINER FAMILY MANSION - FOYER - CONTINUOUS
The door CREAKS open with a sound effect straight out of a horror flick. NICK REINER (In 30’s, gaunt, eyes hollow like he’s been binge-watching his own failures) steps in, shaking off the fake snow. He’s dressed in a black trench coat over a hoodie that says “Directed by Disappointment.” In his gloved hand: a gleaming butcher knife, etched with tiny inscriptions—quotes from Rob’s films, because irony.
Nick pauses, inhaling the scent of pine and latkes. The house is decked out: a Christmas tree topped with a Star of David, stockings stuffed with Oscars, and a pile of wrapped gifts labeled “To: Nick, From: Your Overachieving Parents.”
NICK (whispering to himself, voice echoing unnaturally) Home for the holidays. Inconceivable.
He slips into the shadows, knife catching the multicolored lights—red like blood, green like envy.
CUT TO:
INT. REINER FAMILY MANSION - KITCHEN - NIGHT
MICHELE SINGER REINER (elegant, in 60’s, apron over a designer dress) hums “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” while frying latkes. The kitchen is a satire of excess: gold-plated spatulas, a fridge stocked with vegan eggnog and celebrity-endorsed dreidels.
ROB REINER (late 70’s, bearded like a jolly Santa who’s seen too many focus groups, in a sweater vest embroidered with “Meathead Claus”) enters, carrying a script titled “A Few Good Elves.”
ROB (booming, directorial) Michele, honey, these latkes? They’re gold. Pure gold. Like the scene in “When Harry Met Sally” where she fakes the—well, you know. But with potatoes!
MICHELE (laughing warmly) Oh Robby, always the director. Remember our first Hanukkah? You tried to spin the dreidel like it was a tracking shot in “Stand By Me.”
ROB (grinning, nostalgic) And it went to eleven! Like “Spinal Tap.” God, what a life. Oscars, blockbusters, and now… retirement? Nah, I’m pitching “Misery: The Musical” next year.
They clink glasses of Manischewitz-spiked eggnog. Cozy. Too cozy. Unseen, Nick lurks in the doorway shadow, his breath fogging the air like a ghost. His eyes glint—madness mixed with mirth.
NICK (under breath, sinister chuckle) Misery? Oh, Dad… you have no idea.
CUT TO:
INT. REINER FAMILY MANSION - LIVING ROOM - LATER
The room is a shrine to Rob’s ego: Posters of “The Princess Bride,” “A Few Good Men,” “This Is Spinal Tap,” “Misery,” “Stand By Me,” “Flipped,” “The Sure Thing,” and even “North” (because every director has a flop). The fireplace crackles with yule logs on a 4K screen. A massive TV plays a loop of Rob’s director’s commentaries.
Rob and Michele settle on the couch with plates of latkes and cookies shaped like film reels. Outside, wind HOWLS like a bad sound mix.
ROB (munching) You know, Michele, Christmas Eve and Hanukkah starting tomorrow—it’s like a crossover episode. “Festivus for the Rest of Us” meets “Miracle on 34th Street.” We should celebrate with Nick. Where is that kid? Still “finding himself” in improv class?
MICHELE (sighing fondly, but with a hint of satire) He’s creative, Rob. Like you. Remember when he directed that short film? “The Bucket List… of Regrets.” It had heart!
ROB (chuckling) Heart? It needed a rewrite. “Add more conflict, son!” But hey, family’s family. We’ll light the menorah tomorrow, open gifts—maybe get him an agent for Christmas.
Suddenly, the lights FLICKER. A CHILL sweeps the room. The TV glitches, showing a distorted clip from “Misery”: Kathy Bates with the sledgehammer.
MICHELE (uneasy) Power surge? Or is it that ghost from your “Ghosts of Girlfriends Past” screening?
ROB (dismissive) Nah, just LA brownouts. Pass the gelt.
From the shadows, Nick emerges slowly, knife raised like a conductor’s baton. His face twists into a grotesque smile—satirical horror, like a clown in a slasher flick.
NICK (voice low, echoing) Hello, Mother. Hello, Father. Merry Christmas… and Happy Hanukkah. Or should I say… Bloody Holidays?
ROB (turning, startled but jovial) Nicky! There you are! You look… festive. Like you just auditioned for “The Wolf of Wall Street: The Broke Edition.” Come, join us! Latkes?
MICHELE (standing, maternal warmth clashing with rising dread) Sweetie, you’re pale. Sit. I’ll get you some eggnog. You drove through that fake snow?
NICK (stepping closer, knife hidden behind back) Drove? Nah, I walked. Like the kids in “Stand By Me,” searching for a body. Funny thing… I found two.
ROB (confused laugh) Bodies? Son, you’ve been watching too many of my movies. Remember “A Few Good Men”? You can’t handle the fruitcake!
The tension builds. Nick’s shadow looms giant on the wall, knife silhouette twisting like a dreidel from hell.
NICK (voice dropping to a whisper, scary intimate) Oh, I can handle it, Dad. The truth? You’ve directed my whole life. “Cut! Do it again, Nick— with feeling!” But tonight… I’m the director. And this scene? It’s rated R for Reiner Revenge.
MICHELE (backing up, voice trembling) Nicky… what’s that in your hand? A prop from “Misery”?
NICK (revealing the knife, light glinting off it like holiday sparkle) Prop? No, Mom. This is real. Like the pain of living in Dad’s shadow. Every holiday, it’s “Rob Reiner’s Family Gathering.” Well, tonight, it’s “Nick’s Final Cut.”
He lunges at Michele. She dodges, knocking over the menorah—candles scatter, flames licking the carpet like tiny infernos.
MICHELE (screaming, satirical desperation) Wait! We can talk! Like Harry and Sally—over Katz’s deli!
NICK (slashing wildly, blood spraying on the Christmas tree ornaments) I’ll have what you’re having… your last breath!
SLASH. Michele clutches her throat, blood bubbling like festive fizz. She staggers, grabbing a “When Harry Met Sally” poster for support. The fake orgasm scene now smeared red.
MICHELE (gurgling, dying pun) This… isn’t… funny… anymore…
She collapses amid the gifts, wrapping paper soaking crimson.
ROB (horrified, scrambling back, knocking over Oscars that CLANG like doom bells) Nicky! You monster! This is inconceivable! Like Westley dying—but for real!
NICK (advancing, knife dripping, face a mask of satirical madness) Inconceivable? Dad, your whole career is inconceivable. “Spinal Tap”? Turned up to eleven. Well, my rage? It’s at twelve. And for the holidays, I’m gifting you… a plot twist.
ROB (desperate, grabbing a dreidel as a weapon—pathetic satire) We loved you! Financed your dreams! That podcast—“Reiner’s Reject”! We retweeted!
The room darkens unnaturally. Shadows writhe. Wind BATTERS the windows like an angry grip.
NICK (circling, voice a creepy sing-song) Loved me? You directed me. “Be more like me, Nick.” “Make it epic, Nick.” Well, this is epic. A holiday horror: “A Few Good Stabs.”
ROB (backing into the fireplace, flames singeing his sweater) Code red! Code red on the eggnog! Son, think of Hanukkah—the miracle of lights!
NICK (lunging, knife flashing) Miracle? The only miracle is how long I waited. Prepare to die… like every side character in your flops.
SLASH. Rob thrashes, blood arcing across the “A Few Good Men” poster—right over Tom Cruise’s smirk. Rob grabs Nick’s arm, eyes wide with terror.
ROB (whispering, final breath dramatic) You… want me on that wall? You… need me… on that wall? Wait, wrong line… (gurgling) Tell the world… I directed… a killer…
Rob slumps, dead. Silence, broken only by the TV glitching to “The Princess Bride”: “As you wish.”
NICK (panting, wiping blood on a holiday napkin) As you wish, indeed.
He arranges the bodies under the tree, like macabre presents. Props menorah candles in their hands—flames flickering on lifeless faces. Sits between them, munching a latke.
NICK (to corpses, cheerful satire) Family holidays. Finally peaceful. No more notes on my life script. (to camera, breaking fourth wall) And scene. Happy holidays, folks. Remember: In Hollywood, every family’s a horror story waiting for its close-up.
The wind HOWLS louder. Lights DIM to black, leaving only the flames’ eerie glow.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD:
A STATELESS WARRIOR FUCK HOLLYWOOD WHINERS PRODUCTION
WRITTEN BY STATELESS WARRIOR
SUPER: Reiners were harmed for real so this will either be a blockbuster or a straight-to-streaming flop, or be on ice like the WHINER STIFFS!
THE END!
Fuck Hollywood!
Speaking of American enemy bastards, avoid having your cubts making use of rat bastards they shut out to cunt pitch Fatherhood cause I got no soft spots for enemy baby snakes…
Second you American Agent-STALKER FAGS AND CUNTS DEEmand ANYTHING, is the second, YOU WILL BE Rob Whinered — with a smile on my face! Meanwhile; MOTHER FUCK YOUR AMERICAN BORN TODDLER ENEMY SNAKE “Whiner” BASTARDS as this X-mass I hand out DNA kits to your American Ho, Ho, Ho, WHORES so their bastard children can determine paternity cause so many dicks been in ‘n outtuh there hence too hard to tell! No g-fag tango but there will be plenty of fuck USA slang’s cause a tab I got fuh you is indeed true!
https://www.myvideotime.com/video/188/full-video-footage-of-my-mothers-abduction-captured-on-12-06-2017/
Hey, was your diced Ho, Ho, Ho, Whorellywood Director’s family true surname Rob Whiner?
Reason I ask is cause my prediction that your own American enemy sons of bitches will be killing you — which was given with great specificity — is irrevocable because it is solely based on precursor elements gathered by your own FBI which you clowns FAIL to detect and extract to serve as catalyst for family violence as perpetrators are and will Continuously be slain American parents own children…
Meanwhile, go easy on your g-fag agent stalker demands I enjoin your “Schmuck Agent Stalker Fags and Cunts or Else” cause I mitigate any threats my native Serbian Way which is to neutralize the living shit outtuh them…
I’m a buy a commercial meat grinder so I can dispose of your enemy stalker corpses, Serbian Secret POLICE STYLE!
Your weekend sleep agent release in aerosol form is not working, anything stronger you American agent stalker g-fags and cunts have in your pussy arsenal cause this was a comical satire to me even in knee deep snow of frigid mountains of mother fucked low IQ’d shit for brains Bosnian territory…
But wait, how come LAPD couldn’t detect one low IQ’d homicidal idiot of a film director son?
Well, you see, LAPD since 12/06/2017 has been VERY FUCKIN BUSY abducting mother of federal g-fag and cunt target whom they have been demanding since 2006
Join their CIA or else so stupid clown fucks who LAPD qwack like ducks can’t detect a homicidal homegrown killuh since he never became a big time scarface cocaine dealer so now they scoop’n victims in body bags to coroner dissect them into funeral bagz!
No killer can rob you of your own mother than government LAPD pigs in blue in cahoots with you know federal stalker agent “who” so do speak for the abductee parent and do inform government stalker Agent fags and cunts there will be huge payback!
I’m personally going to send to Hell all your American sworn stalker g-fag agent enemy job offers along with stalker agents who dare bitch pitch me some while I jackhammer even your accomplice COLLABORATOR CITIZENS (accomplices after the fact to me — LEGALLY SPEAKING even if they ain’t TESLA BATTERY ACID TWEAKING..). till” you’re completely dumb!
NO MUSIC FUH ANY OF YOU, BUT THE MORE YOU PERUSE
MY SITES, THAT MUCH MORE I WILL BATTER YOU!
I’m sure that’chuh all goin to make your bloody fucked Christmas — again and again to make AMERICAN FAMILY HOMICIDE reign supreme in USA so you could be numero uno in that AGAIN AND AGAIN!
I cancelled Cable TV cause Hollywood whiners now given all FOR FREE!
And to help you Hollywood fuckheads make American Slut Cinema great again and again, I in the sprit (NOT SPIRIT, not a typo!) of AMERICAN BLOODY HOMICIDE MINDED CHRIST-MASS-MURDER gift you locos of Hollywood a new slogan;
“SANITY NOW, INSANITY LATER, PARENT MURDER LIKE A SON HATER!”
And to help American citizen parents stay alive, just a reminder that if their fuckin son is chasing them with a knife to SLASH their throats, call 911 so you could at least enjoy music on hold while
You gurgle your fuckin blood and chicken to death!
By the way, I rewrote your Americano “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” to make it more serial family whacker themed and friendly cause you know me, I’m always in the giving mood during Whorelidays especially to organized enemy stalker communities
On their shitland as they bitch pitch me serving them, lol! So enjoy this rewrite bitches!
We wish you a merry Christmas , We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new throat slash!
Good tidings we bring To you and your kin— Wait, no, actually just blood on the ceiling!
I brought you some figgy pudding I brought you some figgy pudding I brought you some figgy pudding But it’s laced with despair!
So bring me your carotid , So bring me your jugular,
So bring me your windpipe now , Or I’ll take it myself!
We won’t go until we get some , We won’t go until we get some We won’t go until we get some , Screams from Mom and Dad!
Oh, jingle bells, Dad’s neck smells Like arterial spray! Mom tried to run, it wasn’t fun, Her latkes soaked red today—hey!
We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas , From your disappointed son!
Now deck the halls with bowels of parents Fa la la la la, la la—GURGLE! ‘Ti’s the season to be father and mother stabbing - Fa la la la la, la la—SLASH!
Inconceivable! you’ll cry out as your American whacking sons turn the knife to eleven, have yourself a bloody little Christmas , et your heart be light… then stop beating forever!
We wish you a merry Christmas , We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas , as your parents bleed out tonight!
But wait, why did I choose to mock Whiner murder in second half of mocking Trump’s cannabis decriminalization?
Back in the sixties, THC content was mere 16% whilst today 86% + making cannabis an an extremely potent gateway drug whose usage leads to much harder drugs. Nick Reiner is said to be a prolific drug abuser, and no better time to mock cannabis as a bona fide gateway drug than now! Look, I get it. Your American culture right now is all about normalization. But I'm here to lay out the cold, hard case against weed. This isn't about your uncle's basement in the 70’s. This is about what's happening now, and why waving the green flag is a major mistake.
Let's cut through the smoke.
First, the health toll is real and they're not telling you the full story. This isn't a harmless plant anymore. The stuff today is genetically engineered to be a potent chemical delivery system. We're talking about THC concentrations that would blow the minds of Woodstock. This leads to soaring rates of cannabis-induced psychosis, especially in young men. Emergency rooms are seeing it. Psychiatrists are diagnosing it. Americanos are trading panic attacks and paranoia for a "chill" that doesn't last. It also fries motivation and ambition. Call it "lazy stoner" all you want, but the medical term is amotivational syndrome, and it's wrecking academic and career potential for a generation.
Second, it's an economic and social drain. For every successful person who microdoses, there are a hundred whose lives are stuck in neutral. Productivity plummets. Safety risks skyrocket—you think stoned driving is a joke? Ask a traffic cop. The workplace is becoming a nightmare for employers trying to maintain basic safety and performance standards. And let's talk money: it's not a cheap habit. That "harmless" vice drains bank accounts that could be building real futures.
Third, the gateway argument is NOT dead. The pro-weed lobby loves to scream "correlation isn't causation!" Fine. But you know what? If you see a trail of footprints leading from the cookie jar to the kid with crumbs on his face, you can connect the dots. For a significant number of people, cannabis breaks down the natural hesitation to alter your mind with chemicals. It desensitizes that inner voice that says "drugs are bad." Once you've crossed that line, the jump to something harder because you're bored, because your dealer offers it, or because you're numbing a deeper pain doesn't seem so huge. It's the psychological gateway that matters. It makes the unthinkable, thinkable.
Fourth, it's a crutch, not a cure. The medical marijuana movement opened the door, but it's been blown off its hinges. For a handful of legit conditions, it might help. For the vast majority of users? It's self-medicating for anxiety, boredom, or discontent. Instead of developing real coping skills, building resilience, or seeking professional help, people are just getting high to mute their problems. The problem is still there when the high fades. It always is.
Fifth, the moral and legal hypocrisy. We spent decades, billions of dollars, and countless public service announcements building a social consensus that drugs wreck lives. Now, because there's tax money to be made, we're doing a 180. We're telling kids "just say no" to one set of chemicals while advertising another set on billboards. The message is utterly corrupt: it's not about safety; it's about which lobby has more money.
Bottom Line?
Cannabis isn't some benign natural remedy. It's a powerful psychoactive drug with serious, documented downsides that are being whitewashed for profit and political points. It dulls the edge of ambition, risks mental health, serves as a training wheel for substance abuse, and teaches a generation to flee from reality rather than engage with it. The case against weed isn't about puritanism. It's about seeing clearly through the haze and recognizing a net loss for individuals and society.
Whiners welcome to bitch bout my post in comments below as I mother fuck the living shit outtuh latest stalker bitch ass mother fucked mission to sucker me into daily tobacco use… Oxy morons not aware I ace’d chemistry as well and with only four thousand chemicals soaked into tobacco at least a dozen of which are highly carcinogenic mind altering delivery vehicle to g-fag agent stalker fags and cubts will not be gifted lol!
Up ya’z enemy stalker mother fuckers and cunts as ya’ll go $ELL yer hoe’s fuh a WIFEY you’z putch’n me to another suckuh cause I don’t ain’t social engineer’n hackable..
And if you thought that was it, here my final jackhammer cognitive hit as I will reveal for the first time ever, how I assess threats and on what criterion and definitely not slow on neutralizing any second they become a direct bodily harm threat but I always expect the unexpected regardless..
First of all, I will reveal and clarify that there is no single profile or guaranteed checklist for predicting homicide and most people who struggle with mental illness, anger, or conflict whom I have ever met, have never become violent. However, certain behaviors I always look for especially when they cluster together and escalate which to me indicates a dramatically increased risk of extreme violence so I look for warning signs that are part of a larger pattern of threats, fantasies, planning, and a breakdown in safeguards in general like someone walking up to me and screaming any combo of explicit statements like "I'm going to kill you," "Your truck or house is going to burn," or "I have a plan to end this." All threats of violence directed at me I take with absolute seriousness…. Stalker g-fags demanding I enlist with their g-fags or Face Imprisonment included albeit not lethal in any way.. Weapon seeking/brandishing results in my immediate reaction and I neutralize the subject on the spot! Actively acquiring weapons (guns, knives) or practicing with them, especially while making angry statements to me gets their fuckin lights zapped! Showing a weapon during an argument with me for example to me is a lethal sign. I always look for finalizing behavior: fuckheads giving away prized possessions, saying goodbye, writing a note or manifesto online somewhere, or making statements that imply they won't be around much longer.
Also I look for any obsession with violence and homicide such as assholes spending excessive time consuming media about murder, school shootings, or parricide (killing parents such as the whacking of a director Whiner I mean Rhiner in Asswood..).); idolizing figures who committed such acts; or writing/journaling in detail about committing violence which I then monitor globally with ease, any server anywhere in the World, any social network, but ONLY if it concerns me not anyone else cause I don’t tango with any government on Earth period! That stated look for significant behavioral and emotional red flags cause these signs, especially when combined with the ones above, I can pinpoint with laser accuracy pathological escalation of conflict as their children in question tend to have long-standing, intense hatred or blame directed specifically at one or both of their parents whom their bastard sees as the source of all their problems. The rage I am referring to is personal, focused, and unchanging and one way I detect psychos is if they’re paranoid or have persecutory delusions such as false beliefs that the parent is poisoning them, spying on them, is an impostor, or is part of a conspiracy against them so in the context of psychotic disorders I know right off the batt American mother fucker is PURO LOCO! I am not here to police any fuckin bastard, but in short I keenly observe for any of their acts which may be a "final straw," removing their last connection to stability and if they like Memendez Sicario brothers allege terrorizing house environment being purported by their parents even though they are full grown fuckin men, right off the bat you know they’re fuckin nuts so again, that don’t concern me either only if they gunnin fuh me otherwise I sit on my fuckin ass doin nothin bout it and whistling’ Dixie outtuh my ass!
Either way, I don’t even fly fuck in USA any “fly fuck’n” — let alone anything else ANYWHERE ELSE!
Why?
Not my fuckin problem..
“Safety begins at home and it is whatever you make it to be…”
My condolences to the Whiner survivor family…
In my opinion, Menendez brothers copycat… Despite the different timelines, a few initial similarities can be noted, though their significance in Nick Reiner's case remains to be seen.
Nature of the Crime: Both cases involve adult sons accused of killing both of their parents.
Wealth and Prominence: Both families were wealthy and well-known. The Menendez father was a successful entertainment executive, while Nick Reiner's father, Rob Reiner, was a famous actor and director.
High-Profile Legal Representation: Both defendants have retained notable defense attorneys. The Menendez brothers were represented by high-profile lawyer Leslie Abramson, and Nick Reiner has hired Alan Jackson, a lawyer known for representing high-profile clients.
Media Frenzy: Both cases have attracted intense media coverage. The Menendez trials were a major media event in the 1990s, and Nick Reiner's case is already receiving significant attention.
The core elements of Nick Reiner's case are not yet public, making my deeper comparison impossible but this much is quite evident and I’m surprised that despite all the news coverage and attention nobody connecting these dots..
Yo….
G-faggot and cunt stalker agent BITCHESMOF USA;
I’m a stew all your mother fucked pussy job offers — innoerpetuity!
https://www.myvideotime.com/video/44/screw-your-job-offer-stateless-warrior/
And Santa has a message fuh’ ya!
https://www.myvideotime.com/video/368/yo-agent-stalker-government-fuckheads-of-usa/
I’m a “Wobbert Whiner” your mother fucked piece of $HIT all your mother Fucked bitch ass cock Sucker jobs offers flat across the fuck you board!
And now fantastic news fuh not one but two aspiring Ho, Ho, Ho, Whorellywood cock suckers, one for a Film Director position and another for a photographer cunt…..
Las’ two - choked on their own blood and their last words were; argh, argh, argh, argh!
Your FIRST JOB will be to rename all Wobbert Whiners films so; I will retitle the as an example and sort them Alphabetically;
• A Few Good Stabs (from A Few Good Men)
• Axe & Emma (from Alex & Emma)
• The American President Slayer (from The American President)
• The Blood Bucket List (from The Bucket List)
• Ghosts of the Machete (from Ghosts of Mississippi)
• The Gory of Us (from The Story of Us)
• Killing Charlie (from Being Charlie)
• Misery Loves Butchery (from Misery)
• North of the Knife (from North)
• The Princess Blade (from The Princess Bride)
• Rumor Has It… You’re Next (from Rumor Has It…)
• Stab by Me (from Stand by Me)
• Stab J (from LBJ)
• Shock and Saw (from Shock and Awe)
• Slashed (from Flipped)
• Spinal Stab (from This Is Spinal Tap)
• Spinal Stab II: The End Is Bloody (from Spinal Tap II: The End Continues)
• The Sure Kill (from The Sure Thing)
• The Tragic of Hell Isle (from The Magic of Belle Isle)
• When Harry Met Slashy… (from When Harry Met Sally…)
And shit like that..
Welcome to Whorellywood!
~Stateless Warrior
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 decomposing while I music composing 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…
And now to add a bit old controversial satire to this post for sole purposes of American stalker enemy ass fucking…
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 NOT FUNNY)
A Satirical Horror Script by Stateless Warrior, 2025
FADE IN:
EXT. REINER FAMILY MANSION - BRENTWOOD-RENTWOOD NIGHT - DECEMBER 2025
The sprawling estate glows like a Hollywood set piece under a blanket of fake snow (because LA doesn’t do real winter). Twinkling Christmas lights entwine with a massive menorah on the lawn—Rob Reiner’s nod to “inclusive holiday cheer.” A sign reads: “Happy Chrismukkah from the Reiners!” Carolers in the distance sing “Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel” mashed up with “Jingle Bells.” It’s festive. Eerily festive.
Snowflakes (from a machine) flutter down. But something’s off—the wind whispers like a bad ADR track. Shadows stretch unnaturally long from the palm trees, like fingers reaching for the door.
INT. REINER FAMILY MANSION - FOYER - CONTINUOUS
The door CREAKS open with a sound effect straight out of a horror flick. NICK REINER (In 30’s, gaunt, eyes hollow like he’s been binge-watching his own failures) steps in, shaking off the fake snow. He’s dressed in a black trench coat over a hoodie that says “Directed by Disappointment.” In his gloved hand: a gleaming butcher knife, etched with tiny inscriptions—quotes from Rob’s films, because irony.
Nick pauses, inhaling the scent of pine and latkes. The house is decked out: a Christmas tree topped with a Star of David, stockings stuffed with Oscars, and a pile of wrapped gifts labeled “To: Nick, From: Your Overachieving Parents.”
NICK (whispering to himself, voice echoing unnaturally) Home for the holidays. Inconceivable.
He slips into the shadows, knife catching the multicolored lights—red like blood, green like envy.
CUT TO:
INT. REINER FAMILY MANSION - KITCHEN - NIGHT
MICHELE SINGER REINER (elegant, in 60’s, apron over a designer dress) hums “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” while frying latkes. The kitchen is a satire of excess: gold-plated spatulas, a fridge stocked with vegan eggnog and celebrity-endorsed dreidels.
ROB REINER (late 70’s, bearded like a jolly Santa who’s seen too many focus groups, in a sweater vest embroidered with “Meathead Claus”) enters, carrying a script titled “A Few Good Elves.”
ROB (booming, directorial) Michele, honey, these latkes? They’re gold. Pure gold. Like the scene in “When Harry Met Sally” where she fakes the—well, you know. But with potatoes!
MICHELE (laughing warmly) Oh Robby, always the director. Remember our first Hanukkah? You tried to spin the dreidel like it was a tracking shot in “Stand By Me.”
ROB (grinning, nostalgic) And it went to eleven! Like “Spinal Tap.” God, what a life. Oscars, blockbusters, and now… retirement? Nah, I’m pitching “Misery: The Musical” next year.
They clink glasses of Manischewitz-spiked eggnog. Cozy. Too cozy. Unseen, Nick lurks in the doorway shadow, his breath fogging the air like a ghost. His eyes glint—madness mixed with mirth.
NICK (under breath, sinister chuckle) Misery? Oh, Dad… you have no idea.
CUT TO:
INT. REINER FAMILY MANSION - LIVING ROOM - LATER
The room is a shrine to Rob’s ego: Posters of “The Princess Bride,” “A Few Good Men,” “This Is Spinal Tap,” “Misery,” “Stand By Me,” “Flipped,” “The Sure Thing,” and even “North” (because every director has a flop). The fireplace crackles with yule logs on a 4K screen. A massive TV plays a loop of Rob’s director’s commentaries.
Rob and Michele settle on the couch with plates of latkes and cookies shaped like film reels. Outside, wind HOWLS like a bad sound mix.
ROB (munching) You know, Michele, Christmas Eve and Hanukkah starting tomorrow—it’s like a crossover episode. “Festivus for the Rest of Us” meets “Miracle on 34th Street.” We should celebrate with Nick. Where is that kid? Still “finding himself” in improv class?
MICHELE (sighing fondly, but with a hint of satire) He’s creative, Rob. Like you. Remember when he directed that short film? “The Bucket List… of Regrets.” It had heart!
ROB (chuckling) Heart? It needed a rewrite. “Add more conflict, son!” But hey, family’s family. We’ll light the menorah tomorrow, open gifts—maybe get him an agent for Christmas.
Suddenly, the lights FLICKER. A CHILL sweeps the room. The TV glitches, showing a distorted clip from “Misery”: Kathy Bates with the sledgehammer.
MICHELE (uneasy) Power surge? Or is it that ghost from your “Ghosts of Girlfriends Past” screening?
ROB (dismissive) Nah, just LA brownouts. Pass the gelt.
From the shadows, Nick emerges slowly, knife raised like a conductor’s baton. His face twists into a grotesque smile—satirical horror, like a clown in a slasher flick.
NICK (voice low, echoing) Hello, Mother. Hello, Father. Merry Christmas… and Happy Hanukkah. Or should I say… Bloody Holidays?
ROB (turning, startled but jovial) Nicky! There you are! You look… festive. Like you just auditioned for “The Wolf of Wall Street: The Broke Edition.” Come, join us! Latkes?
MICHELE (standing, maternal warmth clashing with rising dread) Sweetie, you’re pale. Sit. I’ll get you some eggnog. You drove through that fake snow?
NICK (stepping closer, knife hidden behind back) Drove? Nah, I walked. Like the kids in “Stand By Me,” searching for a body. Funny thing… I found two.
ROB (confused laugh) Bodies? Son, you’ve been watching too many of my movies. Remember “A Few Good Men”? You can’t handle the fruitcake!
The tension builds. Nick’s shadow looms giant on the wall, knife silhouette twisting like a dreidel from hell.
NICK (voice dropping to a whisper, scary intimate) Oh, I can handle it, Dad. The truth? You’ve directed my whole life. “Cut! Do it again, Nick— with feeling!” But tonight… I’m the director. And this scene? It’s rated R for Reiner Revenge.
MICHELE (backing up, voice trembling) Nicky… what’s that in your hand? A prop from “Misery”?
NICK (revealing the knife, light glinting off it like holiday sparkle) Prop? No, Mom. This is real. Like the pain of living in Dad’s shadow. Every holiday, it’s “Rob Reiner’s Family Gathering.” Well, tonight, it’s “Nick’s Final Cut.”
He lunges at Michele. She dodges, knocking over the menorah—candles scatter, flames licking the carpet like tiny infernos.
MICHELE (screaming, satirical desperation) Wait! We can talk! Like Harry and Sally—over Katz’s deli!
NICK (slashing wildly, blood spraying on the Christmas tree ornaments) I’ll have what you’re having… your last breath!
SLASH. Michele clutches her throat, blood bubbling like festive fizz. She staggers, grabbing a “When Harry Met Sally” poster for support. The fake orgasm scene now smeared red.
MICHELE (gurgling, dying pun) This… isn’t… funny… anymore…
She collapses amid the gifts, wrapping paper soaking crimson.
ROB (horrified, scrambling back, knocking over Oscars that CLANG like doom bells) Nicky! You monster! This is inconceivable! Like Westley dying—but for real!
NICK (advancing, knife dripping, face a mask of satirical madness) Inconceivable? Dad, your whole career is inconceivable. “Spinal Tap”? Turned up to eleven. Well, my rage? It’s at twelve. And for the holidays, I’m gifting you… a plot twist.
ROB (desperate, grabbing a dreidel as a weapon—pathetic satire) We loved you! Financed your dreams! That podcast—“Reiner’s Reject”! We retweeted!
The room darkens unnaturally. Shadows writhe. Wind BATTERS the windows like an angry grip.
NICK (circling, voice a creepy sing-song) Loved me? You directed me. “Be more like me, Nick.” “Make it epic, Nick.” Well, this is epic. A holiday horror: “A Few Good Stabs.”
ROB (backing into the fireplace, flames singeing his sweater) Code red! Code red on the eggnog! Son, think of Hanukkah—the miracle of lights!
NICK (lunging, knife flashing) Miracle? The only miracle is how long I waited. Prepare to die… like every side character in your flops.
SLASH. Rob thrashes, blood arcing across the “A Few Good Men” poster—right over Tom Cruise’s smirk. Rob grabs Nick’s arm, eyes wide with terror.
ROB (whispering, final breath dramatic) You… want me on that wall? You… need me… on that wall? Wait, wrong line… (gurgling) Tell the world… I directed… a killer…
Rob slumps, dead. Silence, broken only by the TV glitching to “The Princess Bride”: “As you wish.”
NICK (panting, wiping blood on a holiday napkin) As you wish, indeed.
He arranges the bodies under the tree, like macabre presents. Props menorah candles in their hands—flames flickering on lifeless faces. Sits between them, munching a latke.
NICK (to corpses, cheerful satire) Family holidays. Finally peaceful. No more notes on my life script. (to camera, breaking fourth wall) And scene. Happy holidays, folks. Remember: In Hollywood, every family’s a horror story waiting for its close-up.
The wind HOWLS louder. Lights DIM to black, leaving only the flames’ eerie glow.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD:
A STATELESS WARRIOR FUCK HOLLYWOOD WHINERS PRODUCTION
WRITTEN BY STATELESS WARRIOR
SUPER: Reiners were harmed for real so this will either be a blockbuster or a straight-to-streaming flop, or be on ice like the WHINER STIFFS!
THE END!
Fuck Hollywood!
Speaking of American enemy bastards, avoid having your cubts making use of rat bastards they shut out to cunt pitch Fatherhood cause I got no soft spots for enemy baby snakes…
Second you American Agent-STALKER FAGS AND CUNTS DEEmand ANYTHING, is the second, YOU WILL BE Rob Whinered — with a smile on my face! Meanwhile; MOTHER FUCK YOUR AMERICAN BORN TODDLER ENEMY SNAKE “Whiner” BASTARDS as this X-mass I hand out DNA kits to your American Ho, Ho, Ho, WHORES so their bastard children can determine paternity cause so many dicks been in ‘n outtuh there hence too hard to tell! No g-fag tango but there will be plenty of fuck USA slang’s cause a tab I got fuh you is indeed true!
https://www.myvideotime.com/video/188/full-video-footage-of-my-mothers-abduction-captured-on-12-06-2017/
Hey, was your diced Ho, Ho, Ho, Whorellywood Director’s family true surname Rob Whiner?
Reason I ask is cause my prediction that your own American enemy sons of bitches will be killing you — which was given with great specificity — is irrevocable because it is solely based on precursor elements gathered by your own FBI which you clowns FAIL to detect and extract to serve as catalyst for family violence as perpetrators are and will Continuously be slain American parents own children…
Meanwhile, go easy on your g-fag agent stalker demands I enjoin your “Schmuck Agent Stalker Fags and Cunts or Else” cause I mitigate any threats my native Serbian Way which is to neutralize the living shit outtuh them…
I’m a buy a commercial meat grinder so I can dispose of your enemy stalker corpses, Serbian Secret POLICE STYLE!
Your weekend sleep agent release in aerosol form is not working, anything stronger you American agent stalker g-fags and cunts have in your pussy arsenal cause this was a comical satire to me even in knee deep snow of frigid mountains of mother fucked low IQ’d shit for brains Bosnian territory…
But wait, how come LAPD couldn’t detect one low IQ’d homicidal idiot of a film director son?
Well, you see, LAPD since 12/06/2017 has been VERY FUCKIN BUSY abducting mother of federal g-fag and cunt target whom they have been demanding since 2006
Join their CIA or else so stupid clown fucks who LAPD qwack like ducks can’t detect a homicidal homegrown killuh since he never became a big time scarface cocaine dealer so now they scoop’n victims in body bags to coroner dissect them into funeral bagz!
No killer can rob you of your own mother than government LAPD pigs in blue in cahoots with you know federal stalker agent “who” so do speak for the abductee parent and do inform government stalker Agent fags and cunts there will be huge payback!
I’m personally going to send to Hell all your American sworn stalker g-fag agent enemy job offers along with stalker agents who dare bitch pitch me some while I jackhammer even your accomplice COLLABORATOR CITIZENS (accomplices after the fact to me — LEGALLY SPEAKING even if they ain’t TESLA BATTERY ACID TWEAKING..). till” you’re completely dumb!
NO MUSIC FUH ANY OF YOU, BUT THE MORE YOU PERUSE
MY SITES, THAT MUCH MORE I WILL BATTER YOU!
I’m sure that’chuh all goin to make your bloody fucked Christmas — again and again to make AMERICAN FAMILY HOMICIDE reign supreme in USA so you could be numero uno in that AGAIN AND AGAIN!
I cancelled Cable TV cause Hollywood whiners now given all FOR FREE!
And to help you Hollywood fuckheads make American Slut Cinema great again and again, I in the sprit (NOT SPIRIT, not a typo!) of AMERICAN BLOODY HOMICIDE MINDED CHRIST-MASS-MURDER gift you locos of Hollywood a new slogan;
“SANITY NOW, INSANITY LATER, PARENT MURDER LIKE A SON HATER!”
And to help American citizen parents stay alive, just a reminder that if their fuckin son is chasing them with a knife to SLASH their throats, call 911 so you could at least enjoy music on hold while
You gurgle your fuckin blood and chicken to death!
By the way, I rewrote your Americano “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” to make it more serial family whacker themed and friendly cause you know me, I’m always in the giving mood during Whorelidays especially to organized enemy stalker communities
On their shitland as they bitch pitch me serving them, lol! So enjoy this rewrite bitches!
We wish you a merry Christmas , We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new throat slash!
Good tidings we bring To you and your kin— Wait, no, actually just blood on the ceiling!
I brought you some figgy pudding I brought you some figgy pudding I brought you some figgy pudding But it’s laced with despair!
So bring me your carotid , So bring me your jugular,
So bring me your windpipe now , Or I’ll take it myself!
We won’t go until we get some , We won’t go until we get some We won’t go until we get some , Screams from Mom and Dad!
Oh, jingle bells, Dad’s neck smells Like arterial spray! Mom tried to run, it wasn’t fun, Her latkes soaked red today—hey!
We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas , From your disappointed son!
Now deck the halls with bowels of parents Fa la la la la, la la—GURGLE! ‘Ti’s the season to be father and mother stabbing - Fa la la la la, la la—SLASH!
Inconceivable! you’ll cry out as your American whacking sons turn the knife to eleven, have yourself a bloody little Christmas , et your heart be light… then stop beating forever!
We wish you a merry Christmas , We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas , as your parents bleed out tonight!
But wait, why did I choose to mock Whiner murder in second half of mocking Trump’s cannabis decriminalization?
Back in the sixties, THC content was mere 16% whilst today 86% + making cannabis an an extremely potent gateway drug whose usage leads to much harder drugs. Nick Reiner is said to be a prolific drug abuser, and no better time to mock cannabis as a bona fide gateway drug than now! Look, I get it. Your American culture right now is all about normalization. But I'm here to lay out the cold, hard case against weed. This isn't about your uncle's basement in the 70’s. This is about what's happening now, and why waving the green flag is a major mistake.
Let's cut through the smoke.
First, the health toll is real and they're not telling you the full story. This isn't a harmless plant anymore. The stuff today is genetically engineered to be a potent chemical delivery system. We're talking about THC concentrations that would blow the minds of Woodstock. This leads to soaring rates of cannabis-induced psychosis, especially in young men. Emergency rooms are seeing it. Psychiatrists are diagnosing it. Americanos are trading panic attacks and paranoia for a "chill" that doesn't last. It also fries motivation and ambition. Call it "lazy stoner" all you want, but the medical term is amotivational syndrome, and it's wrecking academic and career potential for a generation.
Second, it's an economic and social drain. For every successful person who microdoses, there are a hundred whose lives are stuck in neutral. Productivity plummets. Safety risks skyrocket—you think stoned driving is a joke? Ask a traffic cop. The workplace is becoming a nightmare for employers trying to maintain basic safety and performance standards. And let's talk money: it's not a cheap habit. That "harmless" vice drains bank accounts that could be building real futures.
Third, the gateway argument is NOT dead. The pro-weed lobby loves to scream "correlation isn't causation!" Fine. But you know what? If you see a trail of footprints leading from the cookie jar to the kid with crumbs on his face, you can connect the dots. For a significant number of people, cannabis breaks down the natural hesitation to alter your mind with chemicals. It desensitizes that inner voice that says "drugs are bad." Once you've crossed that line, the jump to something harder because you're bored, because your dealer offers it, or because you're numbing a deeper pain doesn't seem so huge. It's the psychological gateway that matters. It makes the unthinkable, thinkable.
Fourth, it's a crutch, not a cure. The medical marijuana movement opened the door, but it's been blown off its hinges. For a handful of legit conditions, it might help. For the vast majority of users? It's self-medicating for anxiety, boredom, or discontent. Instead of developing real coping skills, building resilience, or seeking professional help, people are just getting high to mute their problems. The problem is still there when the high fades. It always is.
Fifth, the moral and legal hypocrisy. We spent decades, billions of dollars, and countless public service announcements building a social consensus that drugs wreck lives. Now, because there's tax money to be made, we're doing a 180. We're telling kids "just say no" to one set of chemicals while advertising another set on billboards. The message is utterly corrupt: it's not about safety; it's about which lobby has more money.
Bottom Line?
Cannabis isn't some benign natural remedy. It's a powerful psychoactive drug with serious, documented downsides that are being whitewashed for profit and political points. It dulls the edge of ambition, risks mental health, serves as a training wheel for substance abuse, and teaches a generation to flee from reality rather than engage with it. The case against weed isn't about puritanism. It's about seeing clearly through the haze and recognizing a net loss for individuals and society.
Whiners welcome to bitch bout my post in comments below as I mother fuck the living shit outtuh latest stalker bitch ass mother fucked mission to sucker me into daily tobacco use… Oxy morons not aware I ace’d chemistry as well and with only four thousand chemicals soaked into tobacco at least a dozen of which are highly carcinogenic mind altering delivery vehicle to g-fag agent stalker fags and cubts will not be gifted lol!
Up ya’z enemy stalker mother fuckers and cunts as ya’ll go $ELL yer hoe’s fuh a WIFEY you’z putch’n me to another suckuh cause I don’t ain’t social engineer’n hackable..
And if you thought that was it, here my final jackhammer cognitive hit as I will reveal for the first time ever, how I assess threats and on what criterion and definitely not slow on neutralizing any second they become a direct bodily harm threat but I always expect the unexpected regardless..
First of all, I will reveal and clarify that there is no single profile or guaranteed checklist for predicting homicide and most people who struggle with mental illness, anger, or conflict whom I have ever met, have never become violent. However, certain behaviors I always look for especially when they cluster together and escalate which to me indicates a dramatically increased risk of extreme violence so I look for warning signs that are part of a larger pattern of threats, fantasies, planning, and a breakdown in safeguards in general like someone walking up to me and screaming any combo of explicit statements like "I'm going to kill you," "Your truck or house is going to burn," or "I have a plan to end this." All threats of violence directed at me I take with absolute seriousness…. Stalker g-fags demanding I enlist with their g-fags or Face Imprisonment included albeit not lethal in any way.. Weapon seeking/brandishing results in my immediate reaction and I neutralize the subject on the spot! Actively acquiring weapons (guns, knives) or practicing with them, especially while making angry statements to me gets their fuckin lights zapped! Showing a weapon during an argument with me for example to me is a lethal sign. I always look for finalizing behavior: fuckheads giving away prized possessions, saying goodbye, writing a note or manifesto online somewhere, or making statements that imply they won't be around much longer.
Also I look for any obsession with violence and homicide such as assholes spending excessive time consuming media about murder, school shootings, or parricide (killing parents such as the whacking of a director Whiner I mean Rhiner in Asswood..).); idolizing figures who committed such acts; or writing/journaling in detail about committing violence which I then monitor globally with ease, any server anywhere in the World, any social network, but ONLY if it concerns me not anyone else cause I don’t tango with any government on Earth period! That stated look for significant behavioral and emotional red flags cause these signs, especially when combined with the ones above, I can pinpoint with laser accuracy pathological escalation of conflict as their children in question tend to have long-standing, intense hatred or blame directed specifically at one or both of their parents whom their bastard sees as the source of all their problems. The rage I am referring to is personal, focused, and unchanging and one way I detect psychos is if they’re paranoid or have persecutory delusions such as false beliefs that the parent is poisoning them, spying on them, is an impostor, or is part of a conspiracy against them so in the context of psychotic disorders I know right off the batt American mother fucker is PURO LOCO! I am not here to police any fuckin bastard, but in short I keenly observe for any of their acts which may be a "final straw," removing their last connection to stability and if they like Memendez Sicario brothers allege terrorizing house environment being purported by their parents even though they are full grown fuckin men, right off the bat you know they’re fuckin nuts so again, that don’t concern me either only if they gunnin fuh me otherwise I sit on my fuckin ass doin nothin bout it and whistling’ Dixie outtuh my ass!
Either way, I don’t even fly fuck in USA any “fly fuck’n” — let alone anything else ANYWHERE ELSE!
Why?
Not my fuckin problem..
“Safety begins at home and it is whatever you make it to be…”
My condolences to the Whiner survivor family…
In my opinion, Menendez brothers copycat… Despite the different timelines, a few initial similarities can be noted, though their significance in Nick Reiner's case remains to be seen.
Nature of the Crime: Both cases involve adult sons accused of killing both of their parents.
Wealth and Prominence: Both families were wealthy and well-known. The Menendez father was a successful entertainment executive, while Nick Reiner's father, Rob Reiner, was a famous actor and director.
High-Profile Legal Representation: Both defendants have retained notable defense attorneys. The Menendez brothers were represented by high-profile lawyer Leslie Abramson, and Nick Reiner has hired Alan Jackson, a lawyer known for representing high-profile clients.
Media Frenzy: Both cases have attracted intense media coverage. The Menendez trials were a major media event in the 1990s, and Nick Reiner's case is already receiving significant attention.
The core elements of Nick Reiner's case are not yet public, making my deeper comparison impossible but this much is quite evident and I’m surprised that despite all the news coverage and attention nobody connecting these dots..
Yo….
G-faggot and cunt stalker agent BITCHESMOF USA;
I’m a stew all your mother fucked pussy job offers — innoerpetuity!
https://www.myvideotime.com/video/44/screw-your-job-offer-stateless-warrior/
And Santa has a message fuh’ ya!
https://www.myvideotime.com/video/368/yo-agent-stalker-government-fuckheads-of-usa/
I’m a “Wobbert Whiner” your mother fucked piece of $HIT all your mother Fucked bitch ass cock Sucker jobs offers flat across the fuck you board!
And now fantastic news fuh not one but two aspiring Ho, Ho, Ho, Whorellywood cock suckers, one for a Film Director position and another for a photographer cunt…..
Las’ two - choked on their own blood and their last words were; argh, argh, argh, argh!
Your FIRST JOB will be to rename all Wobbert Whiners films so; I will retitle the as an example and sort them Alphabetically;
• A Few Good Stabs (from A Few Good Men)
• Axe & Emma (from Alex & Emma)
• The American President Slayer (from The American President)
• The Blood Bucket List (from The Bucket List)
• Ghosts of the Machete (from Ghosts of Mississippi)
• The Gory of Us (from The Story of Us)
• Killing Charlie (from Being Charlie)
• Misery Loves Butchery (from Misery)
• North of the Knife (from North)
• The Princess Blade (from The Princess Bride)
• Rumor Has It… You’re Next (from Rumor Has It…)
• Stab by Me (from Stand by Me)
• Stab J (from LBJ)
• Shock and Saw (from Shock and Awe)
• Slashed (from Flipped)
• Spinal Stab (from This Is Spinal Tap)
• Spinal Stab II: The End Is Bloody (from Spinal Tap II: The End Continues)
• The Sure Kill (from The Sure Thing)
• The Tragic of Hell Isle (from The Magic of Belle Isle)
• When Harry Met Slashy… (from When Harry Met Sally…)
And shit like that..
Welcome to Whorellywood!
~Stateless Warrior
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