Private journal of Jefferey Dronehmer (Operator of the predator / reaper drones for US targets))

          **Infestation of Rodents of the sky- Predator/Reaper Drones** In shadows cast by iron wings, they glide, Specters wrapped in stealth, the Reapers ride, Predators, on silent wings, they prowl, Like rodents—ever-watchful, sly, and foul. Beneath their gaze, the wretched whispers grow, Conversations torn asunder, thoughts laid low; Eavesdroppers of our deepest fears, they scheme, Spinning webs of dread—a dystopian dream. These mechanized vermin, with circuits for souls, Insatiable hunger gnawing at our roles, Just as rats spread disease through filth and scorn, So do these drones sow terror, unadorned. Taxpayer dollars slither down their maws, Feasting on civil liberties, they pause, To craft grand fabrications spun from air, Labeling dissenters as foes unaware. Oh, harbingers of fear, with flames of spite, Invisible pests, trafficking in the night; With every tweet and tenuous thought contained, Your thoughts are tangled, stigmat...

  There once was a predator drone, military style,   With a pilot Jefferehy Dronhemer so evil, his grin could beguile.   Pointy-Face they called him, with a chin sharp as knives,   Tasked to harass free thinkers and ruin their lives.     His mentor, a mogul, named Rubber Murky-Dock,   Who rubbed out his foes with a scathing news block.   "Be patient," said Rubber, "don’t rush your attack,   Learn from the Fugu chef—slowly, hold back!"     "Prepare it with care, slice it just right,   One slip of the knife, and it’s eternal night.   The poison within is a delicate art,   So take your time, or you’ll tear lives apart."     Pointy-Face nodded, then flew to the place,   A Fugu restaurant, with his drone in chase.   But waiting for Fugu, they grew quite irate,   "Too slow!" they yelled, and sealed the chef’s fate.       They kicked and they scr...

Jeffrey Dronehmer, skybound beast, Torturer of muslims and minorities from southeast From his cockpit, high and dire, He rained down hell, radiation fists of fire. One day the hunger gnawed his spine, McDonald’s called—double patty divine. He tweaked his drone, approach and descent, Rolled through Dallas, reeking predator’s scent Landed hot in the hood’s own lot, Jet-black steel, reaper predator taut. Strode inside like a king on high, Eager for meat—but not just the fry. Then he saw them, teen black girl gold, Young, laughing, fierce and bold. Lust uncoiled in his wicked brain, And Dronehmer grinned—slick, insane. Pushed past the line - mothers, thugs, Ignored the scowls, the “Who dis scrub?” He licked his lips, adjusted his gear, Leered at the teens, voice all sneer: “Let’s get busy.” They blinked, confused. “Doing what?” He smirked, unzipped— “Doing THIS!” Flesh in hand, twisted bliss, McDonald’s fell to stunned abyss. A second. Silence. Then: “Ayy HELL NAW!” The hood erupted, fists...

Wonderful to capture on my phone A dumpster being humped by a predator drone The drone operator belonging to an immoral hive Pretty much humped anything dead or alive The poor drone learned the conduct of his immoral owner And he'd land and hump anything/anyone  When having a boner Cars, motorcycles, minorities, pretty much anything they found The drone and his owner loved to mechanically hump and pound  Alas once when humping a dumpster without distract They were fed into a trash compactor  That's a fact  Poor Jefferey and his drone look much worse for the wear Smelling of fragrant trash and food waste in their hair. Good job Mr. Trash Compactor! Teach this mofo some respect! /////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Participate on this blog spot. Have you your personal harassment stories with drones? Frustrated andtired of illegal drone surveillance / torture?? Write about it! Don't have to be good. Just V-E-N-T! and share on this blog. Email to Jeffe...

  Good job cats! Teach this mofo some respect!