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🧵 Thomas Wictor Thread 🧵

You told me that you heard Pelosi on the radio saying that Trump had to be removed, and she sounded like an escapee from a lunatic asylum.
Well, Trump initially wanted to be a film director, so he knows what Alfred Hitchcock said:

If in a movie a hidden bomb suddenly goes off under a table where a couple are having coffee, the audience jumps.
BUT.

If the camera SHOWS THE AUDIENCE that there's a bomb under the table, with the clock counting down to zero, and the man and woman don't know, the audience feels PROLONGED AGONY.
Trump is messing with Pelosi and Schumer.

He's playing with them.

They know SOMETHING BAD is coming, but WHAT?!

And they can't say a word about it.

The whole world thinks that Trump conceded.
Pelosi and Schumer know he didn't.

They're thinking, "We pushed him into doing it. Now he has nothing to lose. He's going to pull the pin, and WE CAN'T WARN ANYBODY OR STOP HIM!"

Pelosi, Schumer, and the rest are being run by the Chinese, who are totalitarian blockheads.
The Chinese are NOT communists. They're Nazis: racist, violently nationalist, and expansionist, and they feel a divine right to rule the world.

The Chinese simply buy people. Money, sex, and blackmail. They have ZERO finesse.
To the Chinese, an enemy must be not only defeated but then humiliated and then exterminated.

So they've been pushing the Democrats and sheepish perverts like Romney into doing things that work only in China.

And they don't actually WORK in China.
In all of modern history, the Chinese have never won a war. They lost 30,000 men dead in three weeks in the Sino-Vietnamese War of 1979.

Trump knows Chinese strategies better than the Chinese.

Have you noticed that Americans have become obsessed with apologies?
I get asked, "When are you going to apologize for being wrong?"

NEVER, you psycho.

Being wrong is NOT WRONGDOING.

I can't remember the last time I apologized for anything, to be frank, because I'm very careful to NOT ENGAGE IN WRONGDOING.
It's a Chinese thing to demand apologies for being wrong.

This is the ongoing attempt to erase individuality.

Have you noticed how many "patriots" dress identically, speak identically, think identically, and demand total conformity to a narrow interpretation of EVERYTHING?
Screw that.

I fully recognize that my individuality is based on a pathological hatred of any form of group, but that means, of course, that I have to be alone.

Very few people can deal with being totally alone in the world.

I now prefer it.
Part of being alone is that my people-chooser is broken, so I haven't had any real romantic relationships.

I've had two very close friends, 15 years apart. Both died young, as they knew they would.
All three of us were more off the planet than on, which made our value systems different than the average bear.

I didn't expect to be alive at 58.

I hope to live long enough to see Trump's work bear full fruit.

The more isolated I became, the more I cared about people.
It took distance to allow me to see them in their true light.

To see their value.

But I can't be among them, except as an observer.

As soon as I become a participant, the predators close in. It's the just the hand I was dealt. Predators always find me.
And they don't give up until I make them give up.

I've become very good at that.

But I'm not going to spend the rest of my life dissuading predators.
The brutal truth is that human interaction isn't rewarding to me, because other than my two friends, everyone else has been a nightmare.

Intimacy is a state I can't comprehend, but I have no interest in experiencing it.

See, nobody respects my boundaries.
So I keep them far away.

Don't get me wrong; I've met incredible people. They all sought ME out. The best was a French officer in the Groupe d'intervention de la Gendarmerie Nationale (GIGN).

French police special forces.
He approached me on a ferry in South Korea , and we had a 17-hour conversation.

Geoffroi.

"Call me Jeff."

We talked about everything under the sun except that the fact that I knew what he was, and he knew that I knew.
When he saw that I wasn't going to ask, he relaxed, and we had the best conversation of my life.

He gave me his address in Paris.

I didn't want to impose.

Some things are just one-time deals.
I can still see him clearly 34 years later. It was a lifelong friendship condensed into 17 hours.

Being alone opens lots of doors.

The doors of the mind, and doors that very special people walk through.
If I had to live my life over, I wouldn't change anything.

Except I'd wish for longer legs. All my height is in my torso. I'm 6'1", and my buddy here was five feet. Our legs are the same length.

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