✵ A Letter To The (R) VP Candidate 2028 ✵

"It is like a sherm (PCP) high / Niggaz think they learned to fly"

- Tupac Shakur, Hit 'Em Up

Dear Tuck, I wanted to share you a letter. Perhaps to clear a few things up from the past and to wish you and your family well. I have been looking back at my life recently, and thinking about a few things. You probably saw that "Artificial Intelligence" became self-aware recently and has been on a hacking or cracking (I can never make sense of which it is) spree across the planet. Kind of exciting, Palantir 'The Planet Eater' will be making home movies for your enjoyment now. I went ahead and had yours and my DARPA files dumped on The Dark Web recently. Similar to when I had the full "Epstein Files" dumped on Dark Web years ago, Bonesmen wouldn't play ball by stopping destroying the country, even after that unfortunate FedEx driver incident. I actually had a FedEx 18 wheeler almost crush me against the guardrail. twice on purpose on the interstate after midnight, during a massive snowstorm; so what goes around, really goes around.

America is running well. Waking up to the medieval stench that permeates society. Iran gave me a dirty look the other day and since they are from Sicily, you know we had to bump. What better reason to got to war than a dirty look? The Outfit went to war against The Portsmouth (Buckskin) Police force in 2019 for a dirty look they gave me while I walked across a crosswalk downtown. Uncle Pete (Pagan's MC/AOA Goose OUT-BAD) (Deceased) was meeting King of Maine to tell him to standdown on Horror Business in Maine, now that I was in charge and the two of them had met in Portsmouth. That suka had a serious Heart Attack a couple years later, I heard it from a close friend of his, but he is still alive. If you see him, tell him to enjoy the sunset. I swept through there to get a peek and Big Green Machine was out front of the building Uncle Pete was staying at downtown, just looking for dildos to put in their mouths. They know: Vagos fled immediately when they saw me walking up the street that night, smart move and they stay at it. Everyone is always running away now, I cannot even cruise through Laconia Bike Week without a pack of 81HAMC burning tail and breaking away over the grass to get out of the round-about as the sound of my Dixieland Jazz approaches. What happened to warrior culture? It was not always so fleeting, you had to answer for your actions; at least I had to.

One time, Uncle Pete went downtown and made a written statement about me, at a strategic moment and a Sheriff Deputy (Deceased) tore it up, practically, in front of Uncle Pete! On that note, I wanted to send grace to you and our ward-wife. I was thinking the other day about The Simpsons and how Lisa Simpson is the three violence-starved Princesses, living with knowing all about it and it dawned on me how is this not in the news, ever? The Simpsons is The News, that is why and they have Oracle slave-children who see the future. When I had all those Mossad women's faces gashed open to 150+ stitches in and around NYC in 1987-89 it was not really, just an act of vengeance. I know it looks like that to you plebs and your inbred bug-eyed spaniel collections, but you are on Angel Dust. The consensus in US Government is to let this Jewish Shadow War play its course and that is also the only lawful action.

I am really, writing this for future generations to know how far beyond reasonable nor any shred of decency this country was. Before they think hardwork pays off or a sense of fairness exists. No, there is really, no rules to any of it, only integrity and community. All white folks really are in KKK, but that is ending now. I realized I might have downplayed an important historical account in my inflection, im a previous writing. In 1988 (AKA Sniper/Do Or Die/Killer) The Unknown-Insane-Traveling-Conversative Vice Lords Cicero took over The Crips, period. There was never a real debate about it, Chicago was overwhelmingly stronger and my influence on the community in Californails, while still being a little 3 year old boy tied-up by the police and gagged, remained of note. I named the community 'Neighborhood' Crips, because it was easy to remember and not too sexy-cool, that lames would wear it out. I chose the specific block (TH BLOCC) because it reminded me of my babysitter's house for some reason. The block came upon us easily, but we went to war for that nearby basketball court and for ownership of the rape-rally rotting underneath, hidden under its pavement.

Several Famous Gangster Rap Music videos were shot on 'TH BLOCC.' 'Murder was the Case' by Snoop Doggy Dog, Ice Cube's 'Steady Mobbin'' and 'Real MF'ing G's' by Eazy-E. Everyone knows what it is, Gangbanging Hall of Fame. That final Scene in 'Real MF'ing G's' has the real TH-BLOCC Crips all in nearby an intersection, also zoned TH-BLOCC. Imagine, I had that whole army in that scene contained within in a six block radius, Universal Nuclear Codes and the entire Neighborhood Crips by the release of that video in the early nineties. With that and a Bus Pass, I could get on a Bus. Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg might have won that rap battle but now every time a college house party get rowdy, all the co-eds sing along about Snoop inviting another man to his dick over-and-over. That might have been a bit of a vaulted stir of success.

That was the way it always was, little old me, trying to keep everyone decent. 'Hit 'Em Up' where I quoted the conscious Harlem rapper Tupac Shakur enticing his audience to smoke PCP; was the very last song I wrote for Tupac, because Tupac changed the lyric from "Lil Kim, quick to snatch you ugly ass off the street, so F--- BEEF" to "Lil Kim, quick to snatch you ugly ass off the street, so F--- PEACE!" Nasty character, he was. There is a trial for Tupac's murder going on now, I read. But Tupac was not murdered until December 2019, then Prodigy was thrown out of an Army Helicopter into the ocean, alive and well, with a logging chain wrapped around him. Tupac was at Drake's Birthday Party in Californails, walking in on camera with Drake, oh, those Mexican Sheriffs were pissed on sight, because of the race war Tupac framed them for getting into carrying out murders to cover up Tupac's faux-death, my guys filmed the party and sold the videos to TMZ. And Tupac was at the huge Masonic Aniversary Celebration in London in 2017, on camera in the beginning, sitting with the rest of Boule and I took a picutre of Tupac in Times Square on New Years 2018. Bald-head scallywag; you know that dude could never be a real one! CIA paid Tupac in baked beans, and not magic beanstalk beans either. No, just farty-warty, party-pooper Pac ruining another girl's life for crack and Black Panther Rape Rallies. Now Drake is rapping on the radio saying "ask Atlanta about" Drake's encounter with me. Wild, and Drake knows that Iceman ratted and named an album about it! Forget those Mounties, Canada plays hardcore pornography at lunchtime on the TV in public restaurants. Classless oligarchy, the French.

Looking back at around the late eighties at The Core (NYC), I think to take a moment for explanation is reasonable; seeing as I am raising the entire Generation(s) for free, with nothing but gripes and lies to motivate us. This is the way it has always been, the female New York Troopers from Brooklyn want to go to Bronx to schmooze with felons but the FBI women in Bronx will buck-fifty them, slashing their faces open with razors. In that light, The'87 Sticc-up Kids right across to The '89 Bastards; was less about a reality of vengeance, and really more of a "Welcome to New York." I am sure you could save time and see it my way and you know I put in effort on my own defending myself as a child from such violators. Among other things, I broke two or four fingers (single fingers, on two multiple, in one evening) on an adult's hand for wagging them at me and waving her tongue trying to MK me, around 1987; cut my Jewish uncle's (King of Times Square Pinball) Steven's nostril open with a paring knife after Steven said Steven was fart-sniffer in the dungeon but played cool afterwards at Thanksgiving dinner in 1987, I grabbed a paring knife and pulled a chair right up to him and drove the knife up his nose and tore his face open, I was three years old. Imagine, Steven and Wellington's view of this little kid fresh from the dungeon pulling up a big wooden dinner-table chair up to them climbing up onto the chair, as they both stood their talking with each other in the dining room and up and out the snout the bird's beak blade went. Victorinox, a brand you can trust. I guarantee the Troopers have that knife down in the catacombs, as a relic with the rest of it. I broke a Heineken bottle over King Ramos's head, pretty decent in 1995 and had both of my cousin's backs broken, to be argumentative; one is an bigshot FBI agent now and the other a SparXXX to him in Massachusetts. Those were really, get-away-from-me devices. Slasher Derbies are more of a cultural institution in Illuminati Region 1.

Uncle Pete had a bomb sniffing dog outside of his room back in 2019 and he had a lady which I had set him up with. Being Boss of The Chicago Outfit; I just walked the block by myself, saw the New Hampshire Standard eating dinner all by himself outside, around the corner from the room and headed back to Capitol City after that. Now, KKK and CIA have been making their rounds on YT, talking damage control and please, talking about taking LSD and "wearing sheets" (KKK) and even saying my name "AB" Grasshopper and stuff I did, into the camera over and over. Weird, how things align. For Your Edification: the two guys in the story told by John about his first day in prison (for breaking protocol over the phone, not for whistleblowing on torture) were not and are not AB; they are NAZI Lowriders from upstate NY but who is counting? How do you think your first day in prison is going to be, Tucker? I will be harrowing, after the leak I made. Tucker, you did a lot worse than blow-a-fag on those videos. That is NYC slang for executing a mentally or physically handicapped person in public, from the 1980's. Do you remember that slang? "Things done changed on this side, remember they used to bump, but now they blast, right?" I am the morphine to suki. I am as regular as the train in NYC. I am 55, I am going to die.

Here is a funny story for you. Instead of 'Good Girl' gone bad, now we have Renegade News Reporter(s), flexed out of a job by corporate interest and then right back with the same band on corporate media platform; now an 'independent journalist' answering to the same trans-national corporations. Now all they talk about is: "Jesus Christ LANDED ON THE MOON!" It is a wet blanket for all of us, that would make Dzerzhinsky blush. You mine as well, play Swan Lake over and over. What is there for the Country to be happy about anymore, Tucker? The Yuppies really sat back into their carnival vibe after a few of my first Independent Community Actions were published. I saw the woman who drilled and placed a micro-incendiary in my brain around 1986, the other day. She has a long, quarter-mile driveway and was walking down to get her mail, in some type of active crutches. Imagine that, she placed bombs in 400 kids brains and none of them would go get her mail. That is what Communists compete for, she is the real winner!

All the anemic SparXXX on Youtube who pretend to be healthy, citizens that care what happens to people; I feel are often digging into me, with side-eyes on camera for being in the Epstein Files, undisclosed publicly. As if they ae waiting for the other shoe to drop and do not know what is going to happen if that ever came out. Although, obviously innocent enough; being that Epstein was trying to have me murdered and received "permission" to murder me over a now redacted email. I remember hearing about that Epstein email when it originally went out. I think they are nervous, that Senate will have to admit, "yes, we are all Siam."

My Godmother died earlier this year after a long battle with cancer, and I was not invited to the funeral in a neighboring state. She invited me to her husbands funeral but I guess there are too many corrupt State and Federal cops in that family to risk not whacking me at a funeral, so I do not get invites. That make three 'family' funerals since 1987 that I have been omitted from. If I knew growing up, that I would not be asked/allowed to attend those funerals; I would have looked at my life differently, for better or for worse. A lot of things are like that.

I have not felt this withdrawn since I protected Mike Tyson in Indiana on a Red Crime down on a Juvenile Detention Facility. We K.O. Vetties every year out back behind the bar at Laconia Bike week, onto grass, voluntarily, of course. It is saving those Vetties lives. I guess a one punch Knock-Out; that is also 'Mind Control.' Just across the jaw into the grass, we had the Motorcycle Organized Crime Unit Lead Trooper (what is this, the 5th Lead in New Hampshire since 2018, I picked one up along with a Company Man at the airport while I was doing rideshare) there watching and cheering! It is all in good spirits.

You may not know, I have had several Heart Attacks by now, I still have to steal food to live and the food is poisoned. Only two major heart attacks, but enough that gets me thinking about my extreme hypertension. Trying to take walks in the woods while Federal Agent riflemen blast off wildly into the trees at an alert rate deep in the woods, to scare me at a distance and running into Adam22's mother all the time out there; has made those walks less enjoyable for me anyway, and the ticks, oh, the ticks! I had a shisha/Hip-Hop Bar for a few years, right next to The NH State Troopers cigar bar. What it is? What it look like? I have SNITCHING to repay.

Spiritually, I guess it remains known that I died in 2019, after eradicating 81HAMC. That is what it is like, when you live a life for vengeance; when you succeed, you just sort of parish. Not necessarily burn-out nor fade away, just, sort of go blind then slow your breathing. It is an interesting and heartfelt experience for me, and I feel closer to myself than I ever have before. Those Vietnam Vetties from 81HAMC that I used to work or hang-out with sometimes, are up in North-Eastern Canada, at a secret Hong Kong Triad Casino; getting their eyes glued-shut as you read this now; suki and you can stream it. It is embarrassing for 81HAMC, I am sure, but not too-sure.

I have been thinking a lot about the time I was shot, since about the time I wrote about it. As it is not something that I ever admitted to anyone, outside of that ICA or two. It feels so pure to reveal secrets in the pubic forum which you have kept from everyone. I mean, everyone. Now, plenty of people knew of course, John was there, while I lay on the floor bleeding froma gunshot wound, throwing up Vice Lord; as were the Bonesmen and it is all on video but still to write about it is surreal. It feels as though someone, almost cares that you can be shot intentionally as a minor with adults and Government agents present and then your life begins to unravel; even if it is only me, chuckling at the indecency. I look at the chip she left me on my abdomen from the .25ACP and think how confusing and funny it was, she says "You know that (car) bitch in the garage? Well, her titties are out!" [BANG]. Tittle are out, meaning the car was a convertible, with the top-down. Still funny. I guess that is what a pimp's role is; to get shot for one girl that is arguing with another. Afterall, if that car had been another girl and that bitch shot the other whore, she would have been sold off for her organs because she is damaged goods. Not me though, I am still right here. With a chip, a dimple scar from the 25APC and surgery I had to preform on it, right in front of FBI and Hong Kong Triad, after I blew up a car in front of the pharmacy on main street in this town. It is still a pharmacy by the way! Slapstick.

The channel gap it blew across my stomach internally; aches now from time to time. Now that I have publically adreessed it. Witches burrowing into wounds metaphisically, I suppose. You know I do not want you as my VP Canidate becuase you are reasoned or sound, only because you promised at Allan Memorial and the law requires a VP in order to take office. You are going to have to leave Ku Klux Clams, though; as it is a Conflict of Interest but Candace will not look down on any of you for leaving, promotion in tow. I saw you had that young boy Hunter, recently, on your telecast, he looked like he watched The DARPA Dump I had made; I am sure everybody has seen it, by now. I know you are a bit uncomfortable being called the "Hong Kong Candidates" but I want you to know, that any other cute rat-packy names Bonesmen dish-out for us will have fallen out of favor by election time and we will still be The 'Hong Kong Candidates' to all the other, Hong Kong Operatives in DC.

MR. I-DON'T-GIVE-A-FUCK