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The Global Gaming Arena and the BiG iDEA by John Driver

The BiG iDEA

By John Driver.

Without question, there are criminals that conduct themselves to commit such atrocities, without punishment, and they deserve to be held accountable for their criminal acts.

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INTRODUCTION

I am fortunate to be given the ability to adequately elaborate the acts of an innovative policing strategy employed upon myself for revenge and hate, at a military grade level, that is so absolutely mind blowing, that for the first 12 months of contact with PUNK ACTORS, I began to sound like a schizophrenic lounge act to myself. A law enforcement officer who explained to me I would see justice, and not get railroaded, said, "You're crazy, Lober. Just not guilty. It was self defense." So, when the TINDER date lost her shit and went insane, she screamed, "Its a DATE SCAM you idiot!" I was like, how am I scamming anyone... well, this is a description of an activity I was involved in a few ti es in the past 24 months that, I would like to share with you all. I hope this never happens to you.

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MENIFEE, CALIFORNIA, RIVERSIDE COUNTY

12-23-2018 in Lisa's living room watching tv... I am in a relationship currently, so bizarre that what you are about to experience, and read about The Global Gaming Arena, will explain what I mean by bizarre.

The jurisdiction, or the vast area covered, with the ariel surveillance in the black star littered sky, by loitering Gremlins Drones is just beginning to feel like winter again. After a swarm from the pod that fell out of the terminator plane, or, there are other more advanced spy technologies, weaponized military, or para-military death devices I have not seen yet. There is an activity you may not be aware of that has a cast of endless characters, with a weaponized social skill, called PUNK ACTORS. A multi- linked, ever crystal clear, night vision, dynamic and real time video of an unsuspecting target, playing on the in dash, battle cab, of the FORD F350 UTILITY TRUCK(see TRANSPARENT. COM). Monitoring of the activities, the Over lord Watcher, is the SUPERVISOR. Garcia is a SUPERVISOR, and a really sinister criminal minded, ex bad cop, with a God complex.(and a crimi ally obtained restraining order) The SUPERVISOR has a reported annual salary of 100k$, listed on the TRANSPARENT.COM database of city, county, and government salaries, provided to us by The Nevada Policy Research Institute. It's a think tank.

You will recall, from the previous research I have posted on my www.LUBRX.blogspot.com, that the players of the activity, or, GAME, I am preparing you for in this short summary, are all sworn to secrecy, and, awarded a prize, for accomplishing a task, at every phase of the contract, to participate in this GAME tonight. They are recruits, punk actors, handlers, organizers, money bags, and, the source. They utilize the Bushemen, the Thought Police, Shadow Pulice, the K9 kennel syndicate, perple project prostitutes, to perform maral turpitude, and random criminal acts directed toward a target of an illegal investigation. There is a new social entrapment deathsquad that is sponsored by a weaponized judicial system in every California courthouse. Secretive social societies are a real thing, and, FREE MASONS are not just brick layers.(insert sarcasm font)

The SUPERVISOR notifies the dispatch at the local law enforcement level, of the investigation, as if he would when attempting a simple vehicle repossession, on a defaulted security agreement, and civil matter. If anyone contacts the emergency system for help, these professionals are pre warned that a dirt bag loser is getting what he deserves. They are exercising extreme prejudice, and, he is abusing his power, and the Color of Law, as he marionettes local law enforcement to put up temporary road blocks. Very noticeable blue lights, and strobes are spinning to alert citizens, and are to not allow any civilian, or, witness, on to the the Lawless Gaming Arena, or playing board. Even sounded an air raid type siren throughout the city, before the RAVEN drone plane slowly hovers through the clear sky, leaving a uniquely short white trail, evaporating at a distinctively constant rate. It's a surreal event when a MARSHALL LAW is developing right before y eyes, and, I am the target everyone is looking at on their cell phone app. The RAVEN flies at a lower than normal altitude, just then, it climbs and levels off. I'm not sure why, but, I'm not staying around for the second night of this. ROUGH SURVEILLANCE let's a targeted individual know when they are under surveillance, but, the GAME is an innovative theater of deception, and obliteration, of a military grade and the DATE SCAM is the way they got me to this point. An arrest warrant in three counties, and, completely obliterated financially, and isolated. The only people I see now are planted punk actors, and my girlfriend has no clue about what I am talking about. The goal is to rope in, and, issue a citation for a crime, and, throw that individual into the MINCER. A term for a weaponized, and state sponsored judicial deathsquad, state sponsored killings, and forced disappearances are real.

The scene is always set when conditions are at an optimal setting. Identifying them make it easy to prepare for my forced participation in this activity, when it is sprung. Always on a full moon is desirable, with clear skies, and, no wind. The Global Gaming Arena can be distinctively unique from the ideal scene, by its absence of real people, and, the absence of the real energy of the happy, hustle, and bustle. Instead, an ultra quiet, Dark energy, accompanied by an omni present feeling of being watched is sensed. I know they are there, I can't see them, and, it gets the hair on the back of the neck standing six inches off the skin.

The Gaming is a systematic, well timed, and rehearsed, tactical array of professionally trained, recruited freelancers, with an itch to catch the Bad Guy and a desire to harass him. A community organized policing services (COPS.GOV) innovative new, pro active attempt at preventing crime before it happens, partly, in conjunction with, ROUGH SHADOWING. Professionally trained security guard drivers, Private investigators, repo men, retired cops, and military are what these freelancers are. They all participated in a bidding process on line during the week, while on the clock at their other part-time job. Half are GARCIAS family. Contracts for this are not always very profitable, but, are dependable as long as the solution to the problem is never solved. Hence, the warrant has not been served, and, I am free and at large, to participate in the GLOBAL GAMING ARENA.

The fleet of gloss painted, leased new military body style vehicles, are all a very distinct in style, and, are operated in a recognizable manner. There are no stickers on the rear windows to make identifying them easy. Only the last three digits can be used if you can see them. All windows, including the windshield have been tinted with opaque film. I remember in the past, all the side windows with light tint on my personal vehicles received a fix it ticket to remove the film because it was a safety hazard and infraction. And that citation usually led to another citation for proof of insurance, or no cdl in possession, etc... These are 2018's, all makes and models, debadged, and customed out, with tricked wheels, and Magna flow exhaust. Collectively the fleet ultimately is brandishing a style, unique to, and, mimicking my repossession employer from 2008, Mike Bradley's REPO MAFIA. I recognize a core of watchers, waiting outside my house, daily. If I contact them in anyway, instantly, that watcher is replaced with another vehicle. I'm mobbed often.

The sound of custom exhaust is used to intimidate, anchor fear, and, stir emotions, in an already confused participant. It can spook you when you realize what comes next. Uniquely, the use of HID headlights(high intensity diodes, offroad version) are strategically used. The drivers positioned the lights from the vehicle at the target at all times, from every possible street level position, in an orchestrated harassment tactic called, "brighting." It is accompanied by mockery, and, plenty of high speed, formation driving. As each agent takes his turn flying past the targeted INDIVIDUAL, careful to not turn his head, and not making eye contact, this is a tactic of keeping his identity hidden with the dark tint. He is "watching" and reporting the status of the target back to the Battle Cam of the SUPERVISOR utility truck. A tool box with compartments loaded with high tech spy gear. Not a scratch on that tool box, and he's got a beer belly to match the image and status he wants to attain. The SUPERVISOR is hidden, somewhere, just out of the line of sight from the target he is hunting. Darked out, hidden by logistics and ultra spot lights, he often plays an epic loud, and ultra clear sound system, with marioches or something like SLAYER, to intimidate a target. "The target asks,"is that music playing?" "And, those are drones. I dont see any kids. Wow. The city has really stepped up security."

ROUGH SHADOW is a domestic spy operation, rhetorically referred to as a pursuit, not a chase, of any individual thought to be of interest. In reality, an Overlord Watcher orchestrates a mock manhunt, un weaponized in any traditional fashion. Mostly hands off violence for the exception of the insertion of Street Theater, and SKITS. In the mind of the targeted, not equipped with that important information, the activity creates confusion. A sense of self-defense, and, to remove ones self from the hazardous and dangerous environment is an appropriate response. It inspires the target to flee. A pursuit begins.

It can begin with a custom, blue metal flake, 1979 Chevy Siverado, with opaque, blacked out cab, and custom chrome wheels, with an aggressive driving style, and impeding on you and directed at your car. You do what a courteous driver does. When you move, he moves. Then the mind goes into an active state, and spins with a sense of danger, fear of the unknown. No one would rationally get out of the car, and knock on the window of the aggressive driver, and inquire of his intentions. Only a criminal would be rolling in that ride. So, he drives away. The truck follows. With those ultra bright and unique HID's. You notice next that you are driving the 91 freeway, its Monday night at 5:15pm, you just got bullied out of your wife's work parking lot, and there is a formation of these HID's passing on both sides of the freeway, exactly on my poi t, and in a uniform formation and speed. Then, it occurs that, wait, why is the 91 freeway empty, and, that's a full moon. I think they wanted to fuc&sing crash me, but I got a puppy in my car. I can't let him get hurt. So, we head for a safe place. (see MILITARY GRADE HUNT) This pursuit lasted from Corona, California to Venice, California and included the full skill set of the professionally trained drivers that cops are scared of.

Their was no invite, or text message to prepare the participant, just a contract, never discussed, or revealed to the target. Even when a recruit is cornered, and, or, beaten up. The secret is never told, protected by FEAR of the retaliation, the loss of the social club, the cool cars, the best girls, and, chem-sex parties with the weirdos, the target gift cards, and cyber coder job placement offers. These freelancers have seen how microwave surveillance can slowly cook a human body, leaving no trace, and, diagnosing the person as mental ILL.

To my surprise, Bad poker players do exist, and not all TARGETS have their heads up their ass. And some can adequately describe the things that they see, articulate their ideas, and, problem solve as well as a sophisticated syndicate of dicks. A madman ignores the factual datum. An idiot observes, collects the datum, compares that to the ideal scene, and, the idiot will co e up with the Big iDEA. Or, GARCIA will be real proud of himself, get offended that you did not notice what he did, and he will say it, or, gesture it to me. Christmas party at AM/PM for corn dogs and a sticker for him.

Deniability protects the characters participation in the operation, from any criminal complaint, and, or, accusations, that they are stalking, intimidating with their conduct, elevating anxiety, or, STALKING. There are also some weaponized, social characters, that are so interesting to me. The HOOLIGANS are two of the most unorthodox, so epic violent, filthy and shirtless, high as f&ck on meth, absolutely sexual predators, so horny, even the crack of dawn isn't safe from these hooligans. They are on foot, roaming, emitting a scent of wilding, with a CLOCKWORK ORANGE, ULTRA VIOLENCE swaggar, in the dark alleys of Ocean Park, Venice, California. Armed with an improvised weapon, and murder, and rape in their black hearts. Its inaudible what they are discussing, as they pass me hidden in the shadow of the alley behind the laundromat. I feel these animals have been given the light to engage with the enemy from the SUPERVISOR. These berserkers are released on to the playing field to keep the action from idling, I am concluding. Flushing, suprising, and, trapping of the Human targets are a strong skillset of these sailors. They are hunting, but, mostly partying. So, violent and sweaty. Beatable, but, are going to fight back, so, better to detect these fu<kers before bumping into them, and, avoid them. Let them pass, do not engage. I was lucky both times I saw these HOOLIGANS, but, after reading Joy Deorschels final email to me, she wasn't as lucky.

As sleep deprivation, and the stress of the struggle take hold, the targets vision becomes blurry from squinting to see developments just on the horizon, from all sides. That's when I saw the police lights, and realized it was the boundary. After the foot patrol vanished at dark, the vehicle mobbing made it appear that there are so many of them. How do they know where I am? My cell phone was disabled at the Starbucks, and I can't call anyone. I'm out of gas. And, Marie won't let me in her apartment. I realized then, that I had been DATE SCAMMED, and the definition of the phrase she screamed at me made sense of overabundance of bizarre situations I was experiencing, and the connection between this prostitute from TINDER in Venice, to the strange neighbor in Menifee, GARCIA, was made, and still not even comprehensible to my thinking yet. The eyes begin to play tricks, and, I admit, I may have seen shadows move, and bushes shake. It can influence bad decisions, or, it can heighten the alertness of the state of mind. Sometimes the bushes seem to move, like someone geared up in a flora suit is concealing his position inside. I am not ruling it out, because I am on my back, laying on the lawn, looking up at a million dollars in ariel surveillance drones. The three day exercise, or operation, manhunt, are 72 hours on average in duration. 5pm, after the police sirens cleared Lincoln Blvd. to 2am, then rotating a fresh squad of actors at 6am of each day. And we were all st the Starbucks. The morning sunrise sky still with loitering drones, not mimicking the average constellation of stars with tiny red lights, but, now they are increasing their elevation to conceal their presence. As I sat there, out of gas, each aggressive car would try and side swipe me and park in front of me. Pointing at my car, and communicating with a weirdo with red hair and a silly Gillians island hat on.

The intensity of the harassment is un measurable, as the target considers throwing himself into the back seat of a squad car, or, barricading inside of an apartment complex until sunrise. If the cell phone hadn't been disabled at Starbucks, he might phone a friend, or all of them. I mean, if he has to go back to the car, the fear of an attacker jumping out of the parked cars, at anytime. Undetectable as if military trained.(see email from Santa Monica Police)

Within the limited borders, that dynamically expanded and retract to accommodate the unhindered movement of the target they are stalking, is a limitless, and lawless society, like a PURGE, making American great again, and Hunger games without land mines, or death race 2000, without costumes. For as long as the PULICE keep out the spectaters, or witnesses, the game, the operation, exists. Unless, the target can lose them.

The barricade is a capable tactic, no police or SWAT will respond. The next day I wrapped myself in a black curtain, then went to sleep in the backseat of my car, after blacking out the windows with my blackout shades from Daisu. I left my cellphones at the coffee shop, when I over heard the conversation from a very manly man, dressed like a civilian, said across the shop to his partner, "Hey! Listen to this idiot. He investigated the death of his Marine buddy, and peeled back the layers of our I investigation on him...." then he shut the f&ck up for as long as it took to read my 21 page summary report from WORD, as a brief.

I came back for the phones I had hidden there and they were gone. A thousand dollars in iPhones gone, and I'll. ever see that back. Just happy to be alive, I have never shed a tear at the loss, but, I chuckle everytime I imagine the squad of weirdos watching a 132GB's of edited JOHN DRIVER LUBRX footage on my iPhone 6 plus. The water cooler comedy show starring me, as the butt of the joke, and the guy that is completely appalling, and clearly not as an amazing I individual as these criminals. The PULICE are in fear of involvement with these guys, and when I finally did accomplish to get cuffed and put in the car, when the compute display showed a yellow button, they both popped out, and told me, as they uncuffed me, " Sorry, Lober. But, you are gonna go that way, and, we are gonna go this way. Understand?" -empathetically. To my surprise and astonishment, it was confirming something I didn't want confirmed.

"No fuc&ing way! I'm gonna follow you around all night if I have to. I have an open container. See. What? Is it BLACKWATER?" in complete amazement, and beginning to feel like I am above the law. My imagination began to take up part of my head for a minute.

"What's that, " the cop replies, in a sarcastic dumbness.

"Wha... oh, shit.... well, don't be bullied cop, and, remember I told you that." I sped away, looking for another cop. This went on through every city. That was 9-11-2017 @ 12am in downtown Los Angeles, California in the ghetto. I was stalked from Corona, California, through three counties, to Venice, California. Several other times since, during daylight hours, as I was on foot in Orange County, and in Menifee, California. The use of street punk actors was curtailed on me, when I shattered the skull of the guy that asked me where he could get his di*k sucked standing outside the local motel. A message from ZABEL, when I was trying to press her buttons, and, said she sucks di*k for blankets. I dont know, it just came out. I'm sure a lot of people are not amused at most of my jokes. I'm not funny. And, I'm also sure that after publishing my book BLOOD, BOOZE AND THE UFC, that I have some full-time haters in line to take a swing at my nose. Now, the level of capable individual, has been upgraded to men with German Shepard's that resemble werewolves, a dude with a bat, leather jacket, and matching leather gloves, cruising the sidewalk outside my friend arks house, neighborhood watch has developed a lot, and dudes that throw large balls of ice at my vehicle after I tell them, "Youve been made. Clock out." The individuals of aggression, the improvised and weaponized citizen actors, are really u.s.navy special warfare, information specialists, and, seal team operators. They are boxy builds, torso is square with a little fat. Greasy hair, medium length, and most are very clean shaven. To the point they look 14 years old, and might not posses pubes. But, when I impose a vocabulary of vulgcrassity, or, expose a lie in a CVS, the switch they flip ON, is very definitely, a state of a man that has chopped up a group of dead arabs, and stuffed them into a truck of an Impala, while giggling. I have seen into these eyes. They play dumb. Just continuing to pretend to not acknowledge you, they re organize the words of your idea that you just expressed, then re tell it back to you. Never giving up any hope that you are correct. Or, possessing any original ideas at all. These killers are just dumb enough to take orders from an old timer commander, and never question the moral terpitude of their character, because what job could that guy ever hold in our society. Also, the command is holding something over their head, a blackmail. Homosexuality is a noticeable energy I detect, often inserted into the street theaters with the drugs, and cool cars. Hispanic culture is dominatetating the armed forces in our present day. Affirmative action of the 90's was the same at Santa Ana Fire department. 90% of the characters involved in stalking me are Mexican males with beards and skin tight shirts. Avoiding danger and possible death create an elevated state of alertness, even the PULICE are in fear of this activity. If the POLICE can't help me, then I gotta help myself.

The SPECIAL WARFARE OPS insert into the activity, using visual camouflaging tactics, extremely undetectable, and, moving swiftly to the objective. F3EA is SOP of high value targets. At the Infiltration, the mercs remove themselves from the designated area, leaving without a trace. It might mean, just turning a corner of a building into a shadow. Even though I know, the only exit is on the other side, or run off into pitch blackness of a three acre lot with rough terrain. The exercise is on a dynamic area, unknown to the participants before hand, being determined by the travel conducted by the target.

Personal electronic devices are HACKED at a military grade level, unknowingly to the target, and his exact GPS location is known at all times by an OVERSEER. As I suspected, the microphone and camera has been activated as well, in a SPY APP. Military command is the only entity NOT accountable to JUDICIAL PUNISHMENT, so, they have innovated policies, and upgraded tactics, to a lower, morally despicable strategy, that implements criminally obtained court documents, for use as a weapon, to OBLITERATE an individual from every aspect of his normal life. A human rights violation that is un winnable by any civilian.

Human trafficking, torture, electronic harassment, infiltrations, domestic spying, psy ops, mk-ultra date scam prostitutes, invasion of privacy, weaponized civilians, social entrapment, improvised intelligence, kidnapping, home Invasion, burglary, gaslighting, poisoning, and sophisticated criminal syndicate specializing in VETERANS benefits exploitation frauds, and a real estate empire of SPY HOUSES, and TARGET HOUSES, among the POLICIES AND CONCEPTS from the NEVADA RESEARCH POLICY INSTITUTE (think tank).

A think tank is a way to innovate avenues of profit, and ways of executing a procedure to implement a policy. Lawyers are on staff to file motions, and litigate with the judiciary, of course. If a piece of property, or a street, a neighborhood for instance, is discovered by the research of the institute, projected to explode from pennies to millions in a three year, to five year statistical analysis, with new development in the area, and, all that this new development brings, why wouldn't an investor keep that information close to his chest, as he take steps to manipulate the current property owners and residents to sell, or, just be removed by use of social, and civil entrapment, which is free. Commit the fraud, and the criminality to obtain these houses, and wait for the investment and the effort to blossom. Producing a large financial profit.

Back to the game, FREELANCERS, and also, moonlighting security guards, mercenaries, and, retired cops, roam the streets of the community, in a systematic grid pattern, in oversized lifted pick up trucks, and CHARGER S/T's, and such. Every five minutes, or less, the target can expect to see, or be seen, as one passes by, as the prowl searches for the missing target. They were pissed when they found my phones under the seats at the coffee shop. I heard GARCIA, as I hid in my car, say, "Well. Where is he?" Later, I discovered this is a tactic they employ, only I believe they fold the back seats down, and crawl I to the trunk. I watched Hamel do this one time in my rental car. His dad is a Blackwater Arson investigator.

After a few survived GAMING cycles, a seasoned target can perform counter surveillance. I mean, if he is skilled enough. Luck, and timing are essential to not looking like a madman. I tie my shoes while in the port a potty, before sprinting out the door to spri g on the SUPERVISOR parked at the spot. Holy crap! It is GARCIA'S truck with all lights off.

Identifying who the freelancers are, and inserting a new associate without their consent, creates a new DATE SCAM. If it is the belief that something holds meaning to the target, it is twisted, taken, and turned against him by the use of moral terpitude. The new targets are spied on, HACKED, lied to, drugged, raped, and, manipulated to not believe what has been seen, and, told to them by the TARGET. Non compliance is delt with by total obliteration, mental health evaluations, child services actions, municipal code violations, suicide, staged car accidents(squat and smash), hospitalization, and disabilities, incarceration by kangaroo courts, and dirty cops, and, sometimes, even murder. Enhanced by extra-judicial punishment(and if you've never experienced it, it's just like the movies. Pure fu$kery), State sponsored, There is no waste of, or abuse of Law Enforcement resources, considered a reasonable expense to call 911 over 60 times, because I am in my residence, within 100 yards of his front door, in violation of a restraining order, he lied to obtain, creating deathsquads in secrecy by use of aliases, not hoods, and, weaponized with court documents, restraining orders, arrest warrants, and, criminally imaginative, sophisticated schemes, to destroy any individual, not in possession of the necessary bank funding to fight the illegal investigation, and, violation of human rights.

Many times, with advanced weaponized chemical delivery systems, installed in vehicle grills, and, ladies handbags, POISONING takes place at the start of the ROUGH SURVEILLANCE. An act of attempted murder, in secret, the target doesn't know he has been poisoned, and, the effects are poor decisions, and loss of motor skills. Depending on the type of substances used the side effects vary.

I felt that an incredibly slick individual was trespassing on the perimeter of my residence, in 2016, without any trace of a break in. No smudges, or signs of the windows being lifted off the tracks, but, a single item, not a very important one at that, like a hammer, would go missing. Or, the lid to my trashcan was shattered, with cigarette butts in the bottom of the can. I have never smoked a single cig. I researched the tactics I was experiencing, and discovered a concept referred to as GANGSTALKING.

A favorite tactic in the industry of disruption is the use of LSD on the toothpaste of the target. Anything left behind, lost, or discarded by the MARC, is collected, and taken to be used against him later. Your iCloud trash is all collected first. YouTube and Facebook are forensically sorted and, systematically used against you. Eventually, my high paying mortgage netizen channel was deactivated for violating community guidelines. I was a YouTube creator since 2006, with 7.5 Million viewers. The items are planted as evidence at a crime scene for example, or planting of drugs, and guns, and set up for a crime. Dog nabbing for a reward, Gaslighting, vandalism, and vehicle damage, have a tail of disruption, malicious phone inquiries of the lurid and sordid types, are made to all supporting resources, Facebook friends, LinkedIn associates, and, family, if family isn't the primary source in the first place. Then, there is also, employment mobbing, ghosting a romantic scammer, fake profile phishing, affinity scams, identity theft, IRS audits, real estate, and mortgage fraud, database abuse for skip tracing and locating hard to find individuals, and, it's all just harassment. It leaves no evidence behind that is tangible. To explain the crime, to any individual, makes them sound unorganized in thought, and unstable. If able to organize an explanation to an elementary level, a realization is made that, no one gives a spit about your struggle, and divorce themselves from that guy in every social way possible. Isolation of the TARGET has been achieved by is own accord.

The lies are different at every, and all levels of the GAME. As the layers are peeled back, to expose the criminal conspiracy, a feeling of impending doom, and, a sense of a slim chance of survival creeps in a cold chill down the spine, or perhaps, enlightenment of seeing a threat come to light, "I hope you live a long, lonely life mutherfu$ker." Said Natasha, my lovely wife of 21 years, assuming she was referring to solitary confinement of a penitentiary. Her new mother has a son named Jason Rillings. He is an officer in the U.S.Navy, IO in SPECIAL WARFARE. Or, maybe being an actual idiot, comparing the ideal scene to bizarre theater, and, make the decision to stand on my two feet to defend myself like a man. I will take back my right to travel unimpeded, anyplace, anytime.

The Global Gaming Arena is not a DEATHRACE, but more of a psychological form of harassment, using deception, and trickery. Looks a lot like magic. With a steady ability to slowly disrupt and obliterate every aspect of an individual as a MINCER is a commitment without mercy. It's unfair, and I do not deserve this treatment. continued at Www.LUBRX.blogspot.com

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The BiG iDEA: OFF GRID.

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The Big Idea

DRIVEN TO SUCCEED: THE BIG IDEA.

AN INTENSE DESIRE TO IMPROVE, THRIVE, and, RISE ABOVE. A LOVE STORY ABOUT THE PROSECUTION OF John Driver, and the mystery mincer machine.

The OUTLAW John Driver

November 5, 2018

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NOVEMBER 07, 2018

dissemble

[dih-sem-buhl]

verb

1. to conceal one's true motives, thoughts, etc., by some pretense; speak or act hypocritically.

2. to give a false or misleading appearance to; conceal the truth or real nature of: to dissemble one's incompetence in business.

♠️ THE GLOBAL GAMING ARENA AND ITS THEATER. ♠️

#1. PROXIMITY IS THE ONE THING I CAN PROVE THE ARGUMENT THAT MOB AND GARCIA COMMITED A PLETHORA OF XIVIL MALICIOUS SCAMS AS FREELANCERS DIRECTED UNDER SECUROTY CONTRACTS.

https://1drv.ms/w/s!AsqklJ_F_8cygXKwzwT5beJMh4Rg

“Way to go Scooby, now let Velma lick my box, before she has to get to work at TSA.” -Mystery Machine

“It takes an IDiOT to solve this and come up with the BIG IDEA.” -COS

SPUNK SPIRIT. LOVE FORCE. (sounds painful)

Chapter one: The DATE SCAM was to FIX the location of the TARGET, and to… LOVE. LOVE WITHOUT RESPECT be ones toxic and will result in DOMESTIC violence. LOVE understands LOVE, it needs NO talking . Let’s examine the mind of a woman that is on CYBER DATING, and assume she is NOT a FREELANCER….an over weight mother of two as she puts it. No friends and a Stalker named Randy.

If you Love a girl, it is better to fight for her happiness, rather than leave her in sake of her happiness. LiSa and I are in LOVE since we met on POF in June 23, 2016.(see

“Now you’re messing with my emotions.” – Fat Kid and cake.

LOVE can Cure. And, LOVE can Kill. The SPUNK SPIRIT LOVE FORCE, LLC. Is the Rhetorical use of the word, as the name of the empty-shelled LLC operated by Garcia, to have an account to be compensated for harassing, and investigating a Target, and the name of the DATE SCAM.

I mean, wtf does a woman need cyber dating for anyway? I’m pretty sure they can get a date anyway, anytime, with any guy. And, a blueprinted funnel close scripted dialogue, worth a coffee date follow through closer. Fishy. So, you gotta be already for anything with a female like that. Even for an idiot like John Driver, that should send a red flag up. First, instinct is she is a witch. Driver recognized the mental conditioning, and the seemingly desperate and immature desire to hurl herself out of a moving vehicle if it meant he was “dumping” her. The drive was adding up to an excessive amount of gas, wear and tare on the vehicle, to drive to Egypt, every other day to make a connection, and empty the balls, enjoy a bee Jay sesh, and that was it.

Relationships are difficult to nurture and they don’t happen just because the perp checked the box. Then to expect the same results from the past relationships, never adapting or learning new skills of communication, ultimately ending in a toxic, and insane hot mess of drama.

If a domestic spy has learned more about you, than you know about yourself, they can manipulate and direct the tone of the population, I mean the relationship.

The pornstar wife, the worried old lady, the struggling mom, the spoiled child of a controlling mother, and a nasty, drunk that says things like, “your gonna go broke just like all the rest of the guys I DATED.”

I was beginning to believe that all women have several personalities, and it may be true. Until you encounter a professional mind fucker, and a Heart EaTER. It’s almost like a spell or a hex was cast, or like she was reading his mind, and they just hit it off like Romeo and Juliet. Then, it turn into, “I think he is mentally ill. I’m scared.” What was, I’m worried about you. When are you coming back. And, do you love only me? I require a connection, and monogamy.

Now, playing that against a secret relationship, that she knows Dunaway, and Dunaway knows SACKETT, totally explains the shit eating snicker on the rice Patty face of the village scam artist, DUNAWAYS mom. What a dinger. Eventually, as a fighter, observation of the little slips added up to a conclusion that is not desired. You mean I’m being played, and if I raise up the point I don’t laid. I’m all in at this point, and I felt the punchline, just didn’t realize it was a toe punch kick to the dick and taint when I was bending over, cleaning the kitchen floor, unable to relate that doing things to make her happy, makes me happy, but, she is a Prostitute. She will jack you off on her tits anyway in your car, weather you perform with kindness, or a vulgcrassity. If she always comes at him with kindness, manners and no swearing, she is flawlessly able to bluff that she is honest and trustworthy. A deception and a skill. In the same sense that, Driver can inflict pain, even snap bones, like tailbones, aka coccyx, leaving zero trace, with a cool head, and a denial, has an incredible sense of credibility, when the police ask her a question and she lies to them.

The word LOVE is like a cluster firework bomb. When it goes off, you really do not know what to expect. The color, the amount of distance the flames spread, and in any direction. It’s very rarely controlled, and done in a laboratory setting. Love e is violent, and Love is not peaceful. It’s a hostile situation you are getting yourself into, so, since her ability to bleed the meat sword is inevitably used like currency, the skill of fucking her to within an inch of her life is the only chance a man’s got of controlling her, even if he makes less of an income than her. It’s every woman’s dream. Man handler her, but, don’t be caveman, be respectful and sweet to her.

At the scheduled time of fixing his location so the punk haters can confront, ambush and rope him in a street theater, she will disappear with a rational response of the kids this and that. You can’t argue kindness, and she has him tricked out anyway. Denial is her skill to avoid a confrontation like the last one, because, now, she is conditioned to take the pean, get the neck message, get the fish tanks cleaned, and the man-shit daily that is this awesome guy that she sometimes was just tolerating, and laughing at, not with, always an Over inflated sense of her self, and her joint bank account with her parents. Parents retired from Los Angeles County Personnel and in 100K $ club, or, SECRET SOCIETY OF WELL TO DO'S. These are the fucking assholes that are always in a confrontation with a neighbor, always in a litigation case over petty shit like stamp thievery, and always quick to judge other races, and expect to be fucked by a loser, or, don’t encourage him, he will kill your son. For reals. I met that grandma grey wrinkled sack of elephant skin bag of bones with a faint whiff of cancer growing within her wicked body, only one brief encounter, and she has judged me entirely, oh wow….. Liars get cancer, Howard Stern taught us that fact.

Chapter two: NEVER TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. Due Diligence and the obsessive quest to obtain information, and the sick fucks that use Domestic Spying to master-bate, mimic, and hate on an unsuspecting citizen, an individual referred to only as TARGET, MARC, LOSER, or, John MACHINE Lober

“If you give up now, this will all be over.”- Sr.

Chapter three: PERJURY

“You have lost all credibility.” -OC Judge, written on request for civil harassment restraining order against Micheal Owen Bradley.

I do not give a fuck, yes, zero times ten FUCKS to GIve about our judicial system. Our officers of the court are the judge and jury. They are respected by myself . Judge Dredd is not just a movie, and militarized PULICE, with the ability to read thoughts, intentions, and charge a citizen on an “implied” threat of a crime is intense. It must be avoided and resisted, as long as possible, but, a situation will demand participation from the nation, the citizens that haven’t moved their wealth into south America banks ten years in preparation for the toppling of the house of cards, and became a citizen of another country, like a punk ass bitch. “If I had six days to live, I would spend it defending MY country.” Insisted Jim Kelly with a general Patton DVD on loop in the background.

“Oh? Because that is a bitch ass threat, and I think you are a pussy, because I fight to defend this country everyday, for 50 years. I will die on my feet, no matter the odds against me, and I will win. You. You’re fucked because you have diabetic feet. The most important body part for retirement. How the hell are ya gonna do anything with those, you fake ass fuck?” If you can’t overwhelm the enemy because he has information he is not disclosing, confidential, probate and stolen personal information, then humiliate, and impose your self confidence upon him, and his clearly lesser athletic abilities. The rage was building in his fat grey head as the interrogation proceeded, and I read this little boy-man like a book. Kelly snapped when I disclosed the occupancy agreements violations and the fraud. I was on point for him to present a firearm at all times, especially if he was out of my eyeballing, then back. I even asked him,”wheres your gun general Fatton?” It has been suggested that I do not play well with others. What is your definition of “well?” I can relate. Can YOU?

Chapter four: COPS ARE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES.

“You will never see justice. Just stay away.” – Threat Assessment Detective, Long Beach City Police Department.

“You WILL see justice in this matter, Lober. I am NOT recommending a 242pc. It was self defense. You simply struck him before he struck you.” -Riverside County Sheriff, Deputy M. Moore.

I never realized that a cop has such an enormous amount of authorization that he has the power to arrest, or use deadly force, but, inversely, he is the GATORS bitch puppet. It’s a LOV3 hate relationship with these fuck head Gators. A marine and a street cop walk into a bar. The Gator and the Detective duck under it, avoid injury, do all the drugs, fuck ALL the sluts, and drive the coolest cars, like Magnum PI. The cops get an honorable burial.

The cops want to so intensely to tell on these scumbags, and fuck up the lying Gator, but, will not because they are aware of the scandalous-ness abilities at FUCKERY they are capable of. Considering NCIS level FUCKERY, o ha e a perspective of why I put his life on danger by dropping the name bomb with an enhanced twist of embellish theory. How about sitting in a Safeway parking lot, 2:30am, tossing out del taco trash, when the beat cop lirks up behind you and adjusts his batman utility belt,” is this your trash?”

“Good morning Officer. Any idea where the hell Deputy Moore is? I’ve been waiting here for an hour to do the follow up Investigation with him and I’ll pick up the trash too.”

“What’s the investigation about?”-inquiring cops mind wants to know.

“I can’t tell you that, silly. It’s an investigation.” I pronounced.

“okay, we’ll pick the trash and stay outta trouble. Bye.”-Just like that.

Chapter five: DATE SCAM AND THE SPUNK SPIRIT LOVE FORCE, LLC.

DUNAWAY/SHACKETT. “OH, FUXK. THEY KNOW EACH OTHER THE ENTIRE TIME. THAT MEANS, OH MY GOD, THAT MEANS….”

Owner occupancy/ FHA/ HUD/ AND MORTGAGE AFFINITY type FRAUD by VIETNAM VETERANS/Private Investigators

LES LINKOGLE, WILLIE AURTHER “SALAS” RAMIREZ, PATRICK D MCNEAL, AND MARIO D GARCIA, M44, OF MENIFEE, CA. 27207 KEPLER STREET, are suspected of defrauding the SECRATARY OF VETERANS AFFAIRS of millions of dollars, by flipping HUD/ FHA LOANS, by opening empty shelled llc's to act as their own bank, violating occupancy agreements, and, possible identity theft, while, creating an enormous syndacite think tank.

Other participants in the scheme are: HEATHER DAWN ZABEL, F, MICHEAL OWEN BRADLEY, KATHLEEN M JACOBS, Marie M Dunaway, Charlie and Lois Weir, LARRY LEMONT LINKOGLE, AND, BRIAN DEEGAN. There are several hundred more individuals Nationwide included in the comprehensive reports. I can provide a glimpse of what I actually know, from a COMPREHENSIVE PERSONAL REPORT I received from a licensed Private investigator.

Willie SALAS RAMIREZ lays out a blueprint from his criminal and civil record, by first being sued by THE SECRETARY OF VETERANS AFFAIRS for forcible entry detainer. There were additional civil judgements , speeding tickets, and disruption. Willie was a Vietnam vet.

Willie then opened an empty shell LLC for his first purchase of a HUD property and became his own mortgage banker with THE SEC OF VET AFFA, and DEPT OF VET AFFAIRS. Flipped it to a buyer and collected the FHA loan.

The individuals are utilizing these properties to Target civilian citizens apparently for a USDOJ.GOV/COPS PROGRAM. I am aware of this only because of the tactics they have attacked me with for the past 16 months on 27185 KEPLER STREET, MENIFEE, CA. Lisa Traudt and I are members of the newsletter. IN a summary report, these individuals attempt to obtain a civil citation in lieu of an arrest of a target, to exploit the targets possessions, and, obliterated his finances and or life. The malicious act of FALSE FLAG incidents to create a false reality and give a Looney energy that is rationalized by reasonable person.

MORTGAGE FRAUD

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A Love Story

NOT Fans of John Driver. The Love Story.

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2018CALIFORNIA-This Love story begins, with a flashback to the beginning of BLOOD BOOZE AND THE UFC. The digitally enhanced mixed media novel self-published and authored by John MACHINE Lober, available NOW on Amazon for $500 print on demand, or $1.99 on Kindle. Get yours and read that sh•t before you read anyfurther, otherwise you will not have a correct understanding of the ideal situation involving anything to do with the life and times of the man rumored to be 12 feet tall, who “eats” people.

John and Phil were treacherously headed down hill, fully LOADED, with bad brakes, in a crystaline blizzard of chardanellis and shattered auto glass. They came to a sudden de acceleration-trauma, and survived that day to tell an amazing story. That was 1999. Phil always had a campfire burning for his new buddy following his discharge from Camp Pendleton, Johnny.

As 2005 came up, it was as “If Phil didn’t have Bad Luck, he wouldn’t have any at all,” or would he?

On August 22, 2006, Phil, the BLACK OPS USMC 0311 in Central America in th mid 90’s, was found dead, face down in a parking lot of HOOTERS in Temecula, California. After publishing BLOOD BOOZE AND THE UFC, bizarre situations and happenings began which inspired the imagination and curiousity of an obsessed and maniacal man to let the universe provide the necessary means to fuel the quest to answer unanswered questions of this death,and to “peel” backback the layers of an investigation targeting him, to discovery WHY? And, before he is obliterated, incarcerated, or, cremated.

Inquiry #1: The Death of Phillip Richard Ensminger, BLACK OPS US.M.C.

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Inquiry #2: 8-17-2017 Unanswered Questions

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It’s June 8, 2016 at 5pm, and John is in Menifee, California with his new girlfriend, at her house, Lisa, who he had met on Plenty of Fish Cyberdating on May 25, 2015. This was no ordinary day in the life of John Driver though. Lisa had just tell occupied her home on Kepler street in Menifee, California on May 25, 2016. Eight days later, the ideal scene made a drastic turn. Lisa had never seen him so agitated as the day had progressed to their present moment. As if being “charged” with electricity they were sitting in John’s car, parked in Lisa’s driveway. The low setting sun was shooting stabbing rays into their eyes with the car not backed in as usual. John was ambushed and confronted by an intense, sweet and angry Mexican dude in black Dickies. Ambushing John, while he sat there with his lady, the situation escalated to a captain Kirk neck chop to the strangers bold neck. Seven months later, Deputy Moore would determine the act self defense, but, meantime, a sh•t storm of the most intense desire to proscute, in revenge, and, pretext ensuedinto a malicious harassment, kangaroo courts, civil citations in Lieu of arrest, a Date Scam, Gang Stalking, Drone Surveillance, and a relationship with a loving lady so perfect it was as if they met on the computer, or, OnLine. Included are the inquiries and the collection of data insequence for analysis to provide the Why.

PUNK ACTORS AND THE SH•TEATING GRIN

“(🎼)You'll - be – going - to – jail!” was the words from this stranger, that triggered something unholy from the spirit of the most violent man in the world, and the shit eating grin only amplified the mimic of his dead friend Phil, as he harmoniously articulated them to his face, in the most blatant attempt at picking a fight, John had ever experienced in his long and extremely savvy, combative life. This guy came at Lober as if he was the Mayor of Menifee. He wanted Lber to annihilate his face. It was obvious to Lober that he had been lied to. Lober was NOT a for sure thing. The pretext, the skit and the Street Theater was a perfectly executed and precisely timed sequence of events in an illogical scene. The ruse was to inspire a situation that would give the Little old gray-haired manin the white RAV 4 the cause to use the firearm he concealed in self defense from the human weapon, Lober. Police academy trained tactics against an innocent, unsuspecting, civilian citizen. It was absolutely the wrong guy for them to attack.

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As a fighter style being Lobers lifestyle, he gradually came to realize, he may have created some individuals who may be consideres to NOT be fans of John MACHINE Lober. BLOOD, BOOZE, AND THE UFC, was a testimony to the trail of pain, and the redemption his my soul, the growth as a human being, that created the weapon he became today. “Somebody lied to this fool,” Lober thought.

John Lober is not a for sure thing. Because, John MACHINE Lober has discretion beyond the imagination of the human mind as a manbeyond warrior. And, John Driver is maybe just a big enough idiot, that he will come up with a Big Idea of how to solve this problem.

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Inquiry #3: Unanswered Questions: Red Carpet

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Inquiry #4: Unanswered Questions: Trump for President

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In a whirlwind of mental imagery, and without the accurate vocabulary to adequately describe the form of touchless violence and covert surveillance he was the focus of, a list of suspects ran through Lobers head. A sense of urgency created an obsessed maniacal, targeted individual, as the relentless campaign of harassment, and “GANG STALKING”, or, simply put, a malicious “investigation” of John Driver, had just presented itself in the flesh. This created a million unanswered questions, and, resolved the bizarreness that was the topic of LUBRX YOUTUBE CHANNEL.(formerly KINGLOBER CHAOS GENERATOR, amd now, sarcastic YouTube channel about his ex girlfriend, ridiculing a collection of ridiculous acts, Marissa M “little flower” Gonzales. A recruiter from CYBERCODERS.)

Inquiry #_: SOPHISTICATED CRIME:

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John Driver does not use the same part of the brain to solve problems that are illogical and clear lies, or, outpoints, when describing situations that occur to him. HE IS AN IDIOT. These lies were especially important to him due to the fact that the use of the external force necessary to keep the Savage man in line, by the authorization of deadly force, and the fearless ability of the new nemesis perpetrator with a man crush mimicking celebrity style stalking and harassment from next door, to send them in legion to his location, was stimulating the internal energy needed for his unique style of self preservation. “This was a HiT.” His mind was blown.

The use of a third party to attack a target is a highly effective tactic. Nameless and without uniform, three or more perpetrators can seem to be an army of a million to the unaware civilian citizen. Police academy trained tactics, Military and Federal technology and devices, Blackwater, or Triple Canopy type mercinaries, and investigators, Sate Farm Insurance, or, Private Sector Security, all operating in orchestrated attack, all based on pretext. They desire prosecution, but employ every dirty trick, and malicious tactic, to not win, but to harass and obliterate the individuals personal and business life. All with boldness and zero f•cks given of a retarded circus boy on drugs.

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Now realized, the campaign had begun several years before, this was a SUCKER PUNCH. Disengagement is the only solution to his survival. He is unaware and has absolutely no idea the magnitude and legion of informants, plants, and technologically advanced surveillance he has been subject to. He sensed it and was observing it before his eyes for some time. Making ridiculous MASH-UP, producing confusing content that looked like he was just cruising his UBER around and assaulting random targets without cause. This covert operation he is the target of was big, invisible, and going to be a long, and expensive campaign for Lober. He recalled the Art of War and Tsan Szu’s knowledge. Only a few Money Bags could afford this level of intensity and at such a frequency that created an over abundance of activity. The end game is to pound Driver’s head like a nail with a ball pean hammer, until he has expended his entire bag of resources, lost his mind, his freedom, his flow, and, perhaps, if they were lucky, he would wind up dead. So Driver documented and analyzed. MACHINE prepared. Lober fell in love. Occasionally the level of what’s really going on and the actual reality of Life became borderless.

Inquiry #_: DOG|GOD OF COMBAT.

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Chapter 2

It was just another day in the life of John Lober. Recently returned from an 8 week business vacation in Kailua, Hawaii, that got him extracted from the home field advantage battle field of his wife of 17 years, in Ball Ground, Georgia. He was camping out on his mother’s couch in Belmont Shores, Long Beach. Unemployed, and without wheels, but, geared up with his G5 Macintosh laptop, Lober feverishly penned, and edited his first novel. It was a Digitally enhanced, Mixed-Media novel about the moment in history, about his participation in single handedly keeping the new sport of Mixed Martial Arts alive, while Pay-Per-View, and all mainstream media were threatened with implication of a crime if they participated, and effectively blacklisting anyone involved. It was criminally unheralded times indeed.

On the time he wasn’t working toward publishing, Lober hiked a daily average of 20 miles, and went in search of adventure. It’s when he would do his thinking. His creative imagination was allowed to wanderlust. BLOOD BOOZE AND THE UFC was self published on October 31, 2013.

Soon after, he came upon a doorman at Shannon’s bar on 2nd street. He caught his attention one evening and they struck up a conversation. Justin was a big jolly dude with a Grande scar on his left shin bone that brought up a question of how did that happen to him. Two well skilled but unidentified individuals had stalked Justin after a night of bartending and attacked him, resulting in his shin shattering, and pulverizing as he attempted to land on his planted foot. A Halo device and a long journey through a dark demented place brought these two guys together at a point of relating to each other. Lober could identify with Justin’s injury, but, silently rejoiced in the drastic level of demage between the comparison of the two injuries. His was less, significantly.

Bragging about his new boat THE RUMLINE, and the $2500 dollar tires he purchased for his F350 Diesel Ford truck, led Justin to discussing paying Lober for some Martial arts training. The next day he gave Lober a call and invited him over to the beach house in Seal Beach, California where Justin shared with roommates Seagal, the LAFD fireman and ex Navy seal, and, Hamel, the handyman.

They had an odd arrangement of HOT RACKING the second bedroom. Seagal was at the firehouse, so Hamel used the room. When Seagal was off, Hamel went elswhere.

Lober had a feint whiff of money from Justin like a Misty fart, so he slithered on over to Seal Beach, north of Huntington Beach we’re he grew up.

Justin, the Long Beach City(LBC) native, slide open the second story kitchen window, and creeply hollors out to two random females exiting the bar down below, “Hey! You bitches wanna come up here and have some sex?” He had his finger in his belly button and was shirtless, most of the time, as he propositioned.

Lober laughed like a retard at his in appropriateness. Justin was funny and long needed entertainment for Lober since his break up from Little Flower an the restraining order for stalking her. That’s when he noticed the little white pile on the paper cluttered white kitchen table Justin was seated at. “What’s this?” Inquisitive minds wanted to know?

“Aderol. Some bitches left it there.” Justin’s ploy was not needed. Aderol was Little Flowers drug of choice in private and a well researched amphetimine to Lober at the time.

“Well, let me help you clean up the mess.” And that’s where the drugging of the investigation began.

Chapter 3

Cyber-Dating was never an ideal of Lobers until his new best friend Justin brought home this little runt tweaker slut with the odor a seven flavors of cum on her breath, and puppy dog eyes. She wouldn’t leave the apartment that Lober was squatting on as well part time. It was like she was hiding in the shade of the door jams to the bedroom. It’s pretty likely Justin is pounding this little D•ck garage, verbally they never take claim as boyfriend girlfriend. Odd practice but hilarious to Lober.

Justin felt the need to shower with his firearm, leaving a spare under his pillow. “Hey, John. Put your hands up.” The cum dumpster giggled in a semi horse voice clearly from smoking to many Marlboros, and swallowing too much pole.

Lober disarmed her without bloodshed like before. Recalling the mess of how the cranium gushes and squirts pools of crimson when the hammer end of the pistol is buried into the skull of a giggling cum-dumpster. To make matters awkward and questionable, the slut denied ever pulling a gun on Lober, justifying the action because it was still holstered.

Next, an ex UDT(U.S. Navy Underwater Demolition Team) associate of Lober’s, was active on Plenty of Fish. A Cyber-Dating site that was free. After several attempts to inspire Lobers participation, Lober finally conceded.

Within 3 hours, Lober had a date with a big breasted 4 foot tall player from Long Beach. By 2am, after a psuedo pool game or two, they were hot and heavy in the lot by the Queen Mary. “Maybe we should split before we get cited for a lewd act in public, Little Flower.” Lober jests.

Little Flower pulls up her her exposing her badge and gun and replies, “Don’t worry. I’m an undercover detective for LAPD.” And buries her tongue into his mouth as she is mounted on his lap in the G5 infinity.

Soon, Lober had a blueprint funnel close pitch that had a chorus line of females parading through the beach house. “Who was the Bigfoot tranny is past on the stairs, dude. Oh my God!” Justin and his despise were announced.

And then Lober discovered TINDER. That is how he met Marie from Santa Monica, California. Lober got a job as a Driver for a rehab owned by an associate named Pat’s dad. UBER and Driving in patients kept him busy in several counties.

A single guy having an awesome time he had met over a hundred women before Marie, and, Lesli aswell. Ramona put a new meaning in Sex Drive with her apple bottom ass, ditzy blnd German attitude, and, a desire to drive from Arrowhead to the Beach to bang out some amphetimine and vitamin blue sex that would pound her out to within an inch of her life. Which she had previously attempted to end herself in the past. It didn’t matter that she could habitated with Daylight Savings time at Beachgirls for a beer before 1 am, that would actually be 2amand last call.

Everyone including Lobers ex training partner and his 17 year younger Asian, bartender girlfriend, since noon, and were really drunk, and belligerent. It was strange how all of a sudden Lober thought he saw the Asian in a rage and being held back by the large Mexican security guard. He couldn’t imagine what would transpire. As the security guard just released her, she goes from point A to point B, gripping a Bud Light bottle(empty), and commits such an atrocity, when she slams sweet little ditzy Ramona smack in her face with it. Then attempts to scatter away. Like a rattlesnake, Lober used an opne mouth glass with a fresh pour in it to skull pop that bully to the floor. She popped like a spring was on her chest as the mob came in from a smoke. “You hit her bro?” Was what they said.

Some how she thought Ramona was hitting on he guy. The cops came because I was not a fan of that chicks behavior, but determined a Mutual Combat. We left, my night was not ruined, Ramona soon disappeared without a word. Just seen on Facebook where they met.

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A recent graduate of the rehab program and occupant of the penthouse apartment in Marina Del Rey, asked if Lober wanted to celebrate there. Not knowing if he had ever been in Marina Del Rey, and, smelling a feint whiff of money, like a fart from a used car salesman, he attended.

.001 ever succeed in sobriety at these facilities, and in essence just provide a shitty vacation from responsibility and accountability for these individuals, and this was no surprise that this guy was found later without shoes passed out in the hallway outside his apartment door, as Liber returned from a face sucking and dry hump session on the roof with his new spontaneous Asian/ Irish acquaintance from TINDER, MARIE, with the key to the door in his front pocket. Marie was a freelancer from Santa Monica, California with an uncanny ability to listen to ever second of the John Driver Cyber-Mating rant, meant to be a rhetorical and cynical explanation to convince horny middle aged women to engage in intimate, well hard core sexual experiences.

A second encounter, or text Second “DATE”, the first being a mere meeting, should include a sexual encounter according to the blueprint. That is when MARIE attempted to set the tone that this relationship would be plutonic. “I had one of those before… with a dude. No thanks.” Lober fear lossed Marie.

“Wait a minute. Okay. You can come over.” She just conceded like that.

Her apartment was more like a security gated office complex with underground parking on Raymond street. At about 11pm he would get buzzed in by “HULK SMASH,” followed by a giggle on the intercome system at the front door.

Dwelling on the strength and not the flaws, of her annoying voice, and freakishly tall frame, Marie was well groomed and tasted like nectar. Not to ever be a let down, fueled by vitamin B, or a similar, and amphetimine, the session always began with a sensual kiss at the front door, a slow mutual undressing, to a kiss down low, and her coming in his mouth with a scream.

Running at her like a pole vault cup, and a relentless pornographic pork fest, like Peter North and the paper boy episode, they would conclude the session locked together in body fluids and sleep. As if they had nothing to do the next morning.

Marie, with a gleam in her eye, dangled the keys and opener in front of Lober’s face. “Here. It will be easier for you to get in this way.” Marie assumed.

“Whoa. Whoa. Little flower. I don’t want to ruin a perfectly good thing by empowering you and entitling you because I am living in YOUR home. I couldn’t do something like that for at least another 16 months.”Lober said as he has been there before with Little Flower number one that resulted in a court order.

Marie became insulted. Lober did not care. He was single. Just because she checked WANTS A RELATIONSHIP doesn’t mean she gets one right away. They are difficult an take a long time to nurture and grow.

Three days later, a renewed attitude from Marie agreed with Lober. They had sex again.

Soon after, Marie returned from a week long business trip in San Fransisco at Apple she said, which meant a week without sex to Lober. She meet Lober at LAX for a ride home. It was the first time she did this when, without discussing a decision regarding the new relationship that would effect them, without consulting the other person partner, when she decided to say that’s he wants a relationship that didn’t include sex. She adds meritthat she had been celibate for five years prior. Liber lasted till about an hour in bed naked next to her, when he just stood up without a word and ghosted her for about three months. That’s when he was contacted by Lisa.

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Inquiry #_: DATE SCAM: PURPLE PROJECT.

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Chapter 4

Lober always has the woman initiate a conversation on Cyber-Dating sites like Plenty of Fish(POF) because, after all, it’s entirely up to the lady to determine if she is interested in meeting the guy. Just about the time Lober was ready to hang it up, break it off with Marie, he was sent a message from Lisa. A recently divorced, coffee date savvy, mother of two, was a Microbiologist and willing to meet halfway. Halfway was in Anaheim, since Lisa was a resident of Menifee, California. That left a bad taste in his mouth until she offered to meet halfway. They had only talked on the phone twice briefly.

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