Commando

Capt.'s Log

Commence Attack!

The first feedback I got on my website was two questions

1. Is this the next generation cloud-based Temple OS?

2. Is this a result of a media psychosis?

-How, was I supposed to know that adding a question mark at the end of a line could become the answer?!

The development of my website began as a concept in 2009. Since then, it has been so tampered with, it became hotwired.

[3:4:7] Captain aboard the votive ship (cloud gods)

[3:6:9] Liaison Major in the space fleet (sun devils)

You don't take out the #leadership of a war, or no one will be there to stop it again!

Better give up democracy, even the demography is stalling. You have no right to give up birth, neither do you have the right to die. The older we get, the greater a treat we present to all of us. Your obituary before mine will do!

We provide work arounds, not real solutions. Politicians encourage you to procreate some more in an already overpopulated world to maintain the welfare society (political competitiveness for success).

The superior Great Britain intellectual elite claims that, we couldn't possibly have chosen a better moron to represent our democracy, with the choice of a prime minister at any times. Oh, my goodness he shows up in his own high #personality. The world has spoken, we all want Aussie Kylie Minogue, as our leader, being a Commonwealth after all.

#Career needle. Why don't you notice me? Be advised, if you want a career, then don't expect my eyes to catch your attention with taking your menial job and chores to the next level, because with my eyes I am only primordial, and only your flaws and failures will catch my eye. Be quick or be dead about it. Claim it, by speaking up for yourself. Get noisy, and start beating the drums, because I am all ears.

In order to become a captain, you should complete the task of sleep deprivation with being online in the cloud for 5 days and 5 nights non-stop, after which no amount of caffeine will keep you awake. The world never sleeps.

In order to become a God, you most first think the Devil of yourself!

Int. Star★Trek Day September 8

Star★Trek NCC-1701 △

1. Ambassador C-{class}

2. Galaxy D-{class}

3. Sovereign E-{class}

Naval Construction Contract △

N: Navigation Officer

C: Communication Officer

C: Commanding Officer

If the world is just one big spaceship (mothership, mother earth), then the recycle business is the world's biggest business.

There's a recycle bin on your desktop and also in your e-mail client, as well as on Facebook, etc.

In the IT business I've learned never to change a running system, which the eco-system actually is.

{Formula} World = Nature + Culture

-The world finds you rejective, repulsive and reluctant.

You are virus - communication terminated!

Two types of soldiers

Type 1 Takes two tours as a deployed soldier, to pay for an estate and raise a family.

Type 2 This type didn't figure out, that where love does not live you have no home.

I started as a type 1 and ended up as a type 2, a homeless veteran, who didn't get a million in compensation for a diagnosed PTSD, but only perpetual price increases for bills, and never being able to afford to move on for a new job or buy a car for mobility on the labor market.

Astronaut (Kосмонавт)•|•Special Forces

The world is running low on clean drinking water. So far, we can remove 95% of the ammonia from urine. Some say we should not have the pleasure of drinking beer, so where could be a better place to collect the urine from beer drinking guests at a music festival?

The Canadian TV comedy series Trailer Park Boys with ´Bubbles´ living in a shed dreaming of becoming an astronaut.

I could only learn about science, at a higher #level, so that I could better find a home out in nature, and on our planet.

-So far, I can just barely see any difference between nuclear compounds and fertilizers.

Operation Diaper

A pampered life

-You were born out of your mother's loneliness, because she needed a diaper.

-You listen to heavy metal music, because you cry out loud (noisy people goes to noisy places)

-You thought you were a man, because you nailed a woman (now your face gets even more noisy)

-You begin to sell drugs, buy guns, shotguns and rifles because you wanted to become a super predator

-You get tattoos and big muscles, and you need a haircut along with your tattoos. Look gay to attract a woman, because she too needs a diaper. And then question your sex and gender, because you need a diaper.

-You live at home with your dying father

-You live within a community because you are not really a man.

-You join either the Army or the police force

-You are worth nothing without your car. You are almost 50+ and you still haven't learned how to simply walk on your feet, so you stay at home if you don't have a car, which is a baby carriage for adults.

-The offspring in the Royal family are busy showing off in the special forces, because they too wear diapers

You go to extreme with sports because your wear a diaper

-You eat processed meat because you need a diaper.

A woman knows that the way a man's heart goes through his stomach.

-You become wigged out by time, dying in exchange for your dreams of becoming swagged out, only to realize you wanted to become a minimalist of a new era.

-Money, which I don't have the time to spend, I don't want

-You are a politician, priest, terrorist and you need a diaper

-You need judgement day prophecies, because you wear a diaper

-You keep hanging on to your friends, because a man who has no future will seek his past,

-You were raised and cultivated to become a dreamer (future), and an education was to extend the kindergarten furthermore.

-You thought you were a man, but the ultimatum vs. dilemma forces you to wear a diaper for a lifetime.

Woe to you by the time Satan throws you out of His Kindergarten!

May God and the Lord Jesus be with you on this #path

Soldier's Diary Vol. I

[VOL. I] 'As Seen'

Herald of the #void

The intelligence service motto: There are other herrings in the strait than you, my friend!

My #identity project began with joining the Army. A good [place] to start experimenting with.

First, I was in the special reconnaissance. Special reconnaissance means spy. Spy means girl stuff, and girl stuff means education. I went into the spy business, but only to become lonely with being both political paranoid and religiously schizophrenic.

At the academy/university they say that your career builds further upon a family. But, without a sexual debut, a depression might bring you down with your flag and fail to pass the exam.

If you can get laid, then you can get paid. From here on only your social skills will lead the way, and you don't need any professional skills at all. You will only get laid, if you came to act so stupid, that your substitute of a mother, feels like she needs to take care of her children. She wants to be your captain or will rather sail alone in her own boat.

The civilian authorities expect of their military leaders to both/and raise a family and serve abroad for advancement. Mission impossible!

They will only offer you an education for free as long, as it is cheaper than maintaining the costs of sending you to 'con college' instead. Especially the rich countries are highly institutionalized societies.

Time was not on my side. Nothing put me in a more hopeless situation or position than time

The Aries (Ares) likes to get into competition with time as a competitive parameter being a clown for everyone in Satan's circus.

By the time I thought, I were building up a military career with my experience, I had already become wigged out by time.

By the time my favorite platoon leader became a captain, was the time my dreams were over as well.

Sweet dreams about becoming a major in the Army. I got cold feet further down the #path (pathos, father).

My service was not requested, especially if rooted in dreams about a career.

By the time I had served my country, I end up being homeless on the streets, learning how to survive.

By the time my father died, he wished he had taught me have to catch a fish.

If I were to acquire a hunting license and a weapons permit, I would have to accept being served by ten old women at the regional outdoor camping store.

By the time I should have learned to survive from breaking through the ice, I have already been falling through the surface of it.

Navigation Officer's Console

By the time I should have learned what a cairn is, I have already been lost in the mountains on a trip to Norway.

By the time I should have learned to navigate with a map and a compass} I have already got lost in the woods of Sweden on a forest promenade.

One thing to get lost in the forest. Another thing is to get lost within. A third thing is not being able to recognize the starry sky, then you are lost both externally and internally.

Alone I moved to Sweden with my personal equipment and equipped with a work- & residence permit.

I faced death on a walk in the forest when it started to snow heavily, and the snow had removed my footprints on a narrow forest #path. It was here that I had to realize that panicking does not promote survival, when darkness fell and I had no compass with me, and walked in snow drifts up to my knees.

As a deployed soldier, I got lost inside, I stood outside Alone one dark night to smoke a cigarette looking up at the starry sky and not a single constellation I could recognize in the southern hemisphere, and I became filled with awe. It didn't look usual at these latitudes & longitudes. I knew I wouldn't find [home] the introvert way from now on, even though the GPS would get me back home again. It was very strange to come back to Denmark again.

Every year 2,000 get lost in the wilderness and at least 16,000 are reported missing in the Alaska triangle △

When you get lost in the wilderness you better be born a leader!

Platoon leader: Let my eyes lead the way!

Sergeant: I am all ears!!

PFC-1: All I need to know is where they are!

Extrasensory Perception

The Devil's eye and God's ear. Two blue eyes and two red ears.

Satan's sense of taste for food, fast-food and non-food.

The Beast's choke point of food; replacing it with alcohol. Getting along as a workaholic, some prefer.

Communication Officer's Console

Medina - Er du med

Boney M - He was a Steppenwolf

Duran Duran - Ordinary World

Iron Maiden - Nomad

Polarkreis 18 - Allein, A/lene (Nephew RMX) (The Sirius Patrol)

Rammstein - Ohne Dich (Official Video)

Five Finger Death Punch - Wrong side of Heaven

-And never again were I to conduct a job interview!

I became Rambo sobbing "All I ever wanted was a job!" But veterans are not for hire, so I lived alone on the streets after having been a serviceman. A few commit suicide, others become workaholics 'till their dying day.

Rambo {Formula}: Aries the Ram + Bow (Arc)

#Lv1 Aries [Army]

#Lv11 Aquarian

"All I ever wanted was a job" /Rambo! - But, in the special forces you will become disqualified if you seek #lv10 which is on the same axis of opposition as a #lv4 family.

#Lv1 The Identity Project

No social security #number

No residence

No dog #tags

No tattoos

No dental [card] (X-ray)

No criminal [record]

No photos of girlfriends and family

No love letters

No phone calls

"Congratulations you made it" /Full metal jacket!

#Ship type: Your citizenship is at stake. The authorities will never stand up for you on this #path.

Universal Soldier, I know your type because I know my type. We all just want to lead!

In the meantime, you would probably show off in the kitchen as an alpha male.

The concept of a super soldier

Here comes the show down!
A final test or confrontation intended to settle a dispute

It started when I was 11-13 years old with hard training for an hour at a time in Taekwondo. Now my best friend quit the team, and I was lost. Before I started with Taekwondo, I played soccer on a dark and rainy evening on a gravel field illuminated in the dark by Hell's floodlights and the others were wild boys who gave knobs, punches and kicks to mark the territory, where I definitely did not belong. Martial arts were far less dangerous.

As a 14-year-old, the course continued with equipment from the military surplus warehouse after my heart had been ripped out and I was never going to find love again.

It was as a conscript, though voluntarily joined against the session doctor's recommendation with my slender physique, that we marched over to the YMCA on a dark evening to say a table prayer before the evening meal, that I realized I had found my [place] and found the will to be a constable (private) afterwards, although I broke a vertebra on the recruit tour and was unable to attend the manhood rites on the last day with the prospect of being in a wheelchair for the rest of my days.

An enthusiastic sergeant from the combat troops loved to watch the will break and exercise non-stop in pouring rain and let us stand-in and he started talking about his private #relationship, while the cafeteria closed and there was no reward for our mediocre efforts with walking in-line.

In the Army, some of us met in our spare time to practice for being patrol soldiers with our own personal equipment. One signed up for the Marine Corps but drowned on a diving trip in his spare time after he had to resign with a chronic knee injury.

It occurred to me that elite soldiers were probably not exactly God's best children. They were wild boys and didn't shy away from a melee with their bare fists in the forest on a dark night. A #character trait I did not possess, despite a very close move to join the [Home Guard's patrol company (SSR)] in Aalborg with preparation in my spare time to comply with the admission requirements, simply to be competitive like my peers at the time, whether it was military or civilian skills with education.

The needle's eye had to be aimed for at every prize, before I had to realize both as a soldier and a half an academic, that I was just mediocre across the board. Too much of a universal soldier.

A political position had to be adopted in order to find a position amongst my so-called friends, who were competitors. Indoctrinated by Taekwondo from the very conservative nation of South Korea and an insight that the Home Guard consisted of conservative positions in contrast to counter communism, the course was set even though it caused problems with the Royal House, who intended that the political course of Denmark was social democratic for a century, when I did not intend to participate actively in politics or referendums on power.

The more insight I gained into the Monarchy and the political power struggles, the less influence I would have, and I could join the [Sirius Patrol] to actively exercise the enforcement of the sovereignty of trespassing in Greenland in exchange for the enforcement of that sovereignty.

God has nothing left for intellectual aspirants.

There is actually not much to say about Danish politics, it's mostly slipstream politics of unions.

Politics alternated between the working class & Peasant Party, and it has been that way since year 1901.

This ensures peace on the national home front.

The day came while I was on active duty in the Army when an imminent general election was to take place and an officer started yelling that we should participate actively in the vote to reflect on our democratic state and the right to do our objection against other countries. I got furious and thought he could go to Hell.

Even Jehovah's Witnesses refuses to participate in any flag related issues.

At that time, I had already realized that any kind of community was an illusion, that only lasted until the tip of the nose, and only as long as there was money on the table between us.

We were only here to preserve democracy, not to practice it in the service as soldiers.

Me, and a couple of comrades went to practice being patrol soldiers on Rømø in our weekends. I went from a wannabe patrol soldier, as a professional soldier, with my own personal equipment bought in exchange for my salary (gear freaks), in pouring rain & stormy weather with a speed of 22 m/s, while my fellow soldiers went down town to score chicks and give a demo with noisy people go to noisy places, If they scored, then the following week would become about wanting to become promoted to sergeant and claiming the whole world as their property.

to become reduced to a patrol soldier looking for refund bottles rummaging through trash bins after dark at night, and before the Beast got his shoes on at 04.00 AM, just to see that the Devil's Taxi was idle in the parking lot waiting for you in the dark to find your way.

One of them stood up in his sleeping bag and watched his sleeping pad flew into the North Sea at 20 m/s after we had patrolled the whole island to build up a collective consciousness with.

He was a skilled conscript sergeant and fit as a patrol soldier, but he said goodbye to Denmark and got a #citizenship in New Zealand. I never saw him again.

Another one set his sights on a military career, but got cold feet when he found out, that there were long prospects of becoming a major. I never saw him again either.

A third one was also a capable conscript sergeant and was also fit as a patrol soldier with a great will power.

He turned his nose up for the money and a civilian career with a family. I didn't see him again either, but we did go on outdoor trips together in both Norway and Sweden.

-Once a soldier, always a soldier!

Soldier's Diary Vol. II

[VOL. II] 'The Road Away'

Vagrant in the #void

Then, I went in solitude into the woods for six months, after having been a professional soldier for seven years, so I could learn to become the special forces.

With my lack of knowledge and know-how, on how to survive in nature, it turned out that wiping my back with moss from the forest ground was far less bacterial than doing it with leaves from the trees.

Super woman doesn't know how to do that, since this is a girl nation dreaming of an education to become an easy cougar with, and my time was up with being easy rhino even before it began.

One Christmas Eve and, embarrassed to be sitting alone at [home] with the neighbors wondering about my solitude, I took my equipment and entrenched myself on the 'King's Rise' in [Hjelmskov], and the Christmas meal consisted of rice with curry on preserves, and a bottle of whiskey before I crawled into my sleeping bag.

It was in deep contempt for my friends and fellow soldiers for 30 years, to sit out there alone in the forest, knowing that they were sitting with their families at home in the light and glow, indoor.

As a deployed soldier, the tradition of pouring cinnamon on my head and in my underpants to give me a howl as a 25-year-old bachelor didn't work out the traditional way (heathen tradition).

Alone on duty with a 50-year-old Norwegian, who was a diabetic and didn't want a piece of my 25-year birthday #layer cake, that was sent frozen from back home in Denmark, I knew that both Christmas and birthdays I could kiss goodbye for the rest of my life and never really find myself at home again.

As I became a 30-year-old bachelor, there was also no bachelor party, with a pepper grinder in the driveway, which is another heathen tradition. I was as usual living on only a social income, so I couldn't afford a party.

I attended another one's 30-year-old bachelor party though, and I woke up early the next morning, while the others slept their way through their hangover. In civilian lacquer shoes dressed for the party, I decided to walk the 30 km back home, and picked up some rye in the field along the country road, to get some energy for the trip.

Now, they all wanted to get married in my family, and the fellow soldiers with expert #timing, with me living only on a social income, and they could go to Hell. It was since then, that I had to go my own way in solitude.

What was it about Dannebrog and the celestial events, that I wasn't supposed to be a part of? As the self-taught patrol soldier, I had gone on to become, there was no such thing as an #identity, nationality, ranks, distinctions (insignia) and orders. First 25 years later, I learned that Jehovah's Witnesses doesn't celebrate birthdays, Christmas, New Year's Eve, etc. I never had anything to with them, is it a coincidence?

It was involuntary, but it became so. Many years had to pass before I found out, that these were pagan traditions and that these can only lead to a holy war.

In the Army we were a somewhat motley bunch, where everything was random with who had military ranks and skills. In the end, I had to go my own way with restructuring. And instead of success with a civilian career,

I ended up alone in the woods on a six-month long exercise during the winter season, with my personal equipment and no connection to the Army, family, friends, residence- or the labor market.

It was only after my active duty in the Army ended, that the final skills to become a full-blooded warrior came into quest. Nobody wanted to hire a previously deployed soldier, and I was on my own.

A perfect CV as a universal soldier was built on in the unconscious [realm]. Now, I had no car, and public transport got a lockdown with the Covid-19 pandemic, and all the contacts in my mobile phone vanished.

I became a pedestrian, then I was at least something.

"More to Be than to Seem" is the Hunter Corps' motto!

(streetwise, me on patrol for refund bottles)

After finishing my service and no one to play patrol soldier with anymore in my pastime, my time on patrol looking for refund bottles day and night began. Alone at night and during the day, I got to know all the city's rubbish bins where I could collect deposit bottles, less out of need for cash money, but for the sake of not collapsing in the shoulders and spine from sitting 24/7 in my chair at home.

Now, the municipality were to save money, so half of the city's rubbish bins disappeared. My challenge had to be expanded, and my fighting spirit maintained.

The wild boys were completely wild in contrast to the will, which is the power of God that flows through the individual, before I got lost in the woods on a night orientation run. And I had to realize that the Telegraph Troops prioritized the skills that needed to be practiced, just as marching was second priority compared to the technical and intelligence skills with special reconnaissance.

The Hunter Corps were good at finding their way, I wasn't and had to realize my limits with the dilemma of intellectual endeavors.

As a deployed soldier I met a Russian Spetsnaz soldier who came walking up to the side and said Как дела?

He took off like a rocket on a 30 Km march in the heat of 30°C in mountain terrain, and I regretted marching with my Danner boots® on with Thinsulate™ inside them.

With only my own dream of any kind of community left to break down as the years went by, I finally had to realize that the elite soldier was the art of saying: Go your own way and walk with God (Vaya con Dios).

After resigning from service, I went for a walk in the forest and was just about to give up hope, since the civilian [sector] had nothing left over for my acquired skills, and the state would not give any merits to study further at the university, as the Armed Forces were not to be used as a springboard towards a civilian career.

And the Lord stepped up to my side from the invisible realm (5th dimension) and said to me; have you gone completely insane to give up hope, don't you know what I've paid for?!

Yes, it's said that the Lord will pay anything just to get you out of Hell!

Janteloven's 1st commandment: You must not think you are something of yourself, was God's vision and will, that under Him we are all equal, so He cursed man's intellect, with which man would make themselves the Lord, while the Lord Himself said to me; man does not rule!

The moral: Ultimately, the soldier had understood to the letter (0/8) what God's will was. - Why do you come here?! Thus, the deployed soldier captured by the enemy is interrogated, who attributes the misdemeanor service as down with the infidel army!

And the Devil said not, but is attributed; thus, see an outfit I bring you here, for you to find an #identity, while the uniform is also called a whore in God's Army. It's the visible things, that's the work of the Devil, while he who has ears hears what the Holy Spirit says to the congregation. Religion & science were split in two, and the so-called established science only deals with eye-popping testimony (evidence).

Was it something I saw, or was it something I heard? The ultimate question was whether it was God, or the Devil I was tracking down. Two blue eyes and two red ears as the only reward.

-Talk the talk but do you walk the walk?!

Media•|•Warfare

-På landevejene vil jeg vandre til den dag jeg må sige Farvel!

-The road is long Rambo (Rubber tramp vs. Leather tramp).

-The Legions are a soldier's note!

Diary of a Madman

-On a personal #level

-God will only give His greatest battles to His toughest soldiers!

Solitude: A story about God's will on my #path

That, I should never find love, means nothing to you. It's because the Lord loves you, and no one else will He share it with.

-Faith, hope & love is no small talk to dig up in the history. It's precisely on these #points that, I got to order with the Devil. He doesn't care for the infidels.

There was only one constable (PFC-1) and one chief sergeant, who had control of love in my [company], in whom I would put my trust.

I met a sergeant who was decorated with an individual combatant badge, and saw him not giving up his foreign allowance, as a deployed soldier to go home to Denmark on leave, but go on holiday even further abroad, and I was dismayed by his decision to live alone in seclusion.

I got slapped in my face by a girl, whom I had a crush on, a blonde just like me in the mirror of an impending failed genetic crossing of genes (Mendel's Law). I had dumped a Somali immigrant, who had a crush on me at the same time.

As a civilian IT supporter overseas, I met a woman who was willing to move to yet another foreign country to serve, and I had met my overlord again while putting my trust in my 'staff' back home.

As an IT instructor in Copenhagen, I had to meet yet another overlord. A Pakistani who ran off with the hottest blonde in town.

As a Dane in Sweden at a company party outside the city, I got a good eye for a woman from Finland, but I got cold feet thinking about citizenship and bi-lingual children, as a result and those kinds of worries.

I returned home to Denmark and thought that my foreign experience would embellish my CV, but only the lowest salary settlement was the only reward.

Then, I was as an IT manager with no personnel responsibility in Ravsted, also called the Arsehole of Denmark, in a company domicile that consisted of a refugee barrack.

Then my phone rang, and I was invited to a class party by a schoolmate, who dreamed of becoming a major in the Army, but became successful as an accountant and raised a family, while I was once again considering being demoted to become IBM IT supporter in Ireland.

It's precisely the word volunteer that is the cornerstone of the Danish society. You dream of free education on a social income provided by the government, while the state only needs a handful of these, but who have agreed to pay for your education in order to reduce the risk of a criminal career, which also costs the state a fortune.

You have only been given your free will to go through Hell, and that is precisely why it is voluntary to show up in the Army to perform service that does not even cover your expenses to keep your car running in order to be able to show up for your job as a soldier. You cannot pay a skilled & licensed mechanic in return for your efforts to be a serviceman for the government For God and country, eh?!

Whether I was constituted or acting in my job function at home at the barracks was the big thing.

Whereas all I had to know was that if I signed up as a volunteer, the race was over and there would be no turning back. If I volunteered, it was a showdown between me & God and no one else. Satan merely sets the stage in which the scenario plays out.

The condemnation that rests on our earth was God's will for you to repent, and you only had your free will to go through Hell with it. For example, I grew up without a father in flesh & blood and when I met him for the first time after my mother's death, he wanted to teach me how to fish, after I was trained as a soldier without these skills in the Army with special reconnaissance. The reverse order of learning how to survive.

Cold feet with registering as a volunteer, I could look at it this way: None of my colleagues died as a result of acts of war, but died in regular traffic accidents, by statistics 8% deaths. And I got used to walk with God, because vehicles are the work of the Beast.

-Vaya con Dios and Godspeed!

-Switching to machine code!

By Tommy Oxholm Nielsen
-My friends call me Ox!

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