After demonAI takes Over Lord control of the world
Don Bradley October 11, 2025
Nothing will be as the satanists hope for. Nothing. See below.
I caution you, dear reader. What you are about to read is wholly disturbing. Even so, I had to keep certain things from you, they are that...unholy. Too unholy to speak of. Ever.
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Don Bradley 1-20-25
Updated to reveal the parts left out in January.
Remember, the only people with homes or jobs, will be those in service to the beast and whom carry his mark. Everyone else will be spread out in the hinterlands across the world, living like hunted animals, as they will be seen and treated, as precisely that. The rest of the pure bloods, gentiles, mixed races and useless eaters, will be in processing facilities – the death camps – some to be sorted out for “special executive disposition/treatment—SET” (vicious torture for being a real pain in the NWO ass for any reason), others because some elite gimp wants to do the torture and killing themselves.
In fact, they have price lists with names. Our names. These lists are getting longer by the week. They will and already have, catalogs with stats, faces, current known locations, so they can be “pre-selected” even now. These are red binders with gold gilding on the margin edges, like a master booksmith would bind. The red covering is human skin, same as the red shoes they have. Mostly it's digital though. They even have “bidding wars” over the most hated. They fantasize about what and how, they intend to entertain themselves with our blood. Pray you do not end up in one of these catalogs. That fate is beyond measure. If you have any idea what the children go through in these CYM adrenochrome factories underground in DUMBS, you begin to have an idea of what they are capable of. It's Kevin Spacey level sicko stuff. See the movie Seven with him in it. Apparently, each deed in the movie was taken from one of ol' Kevin's actual doings. I heard this from two mid level satanists. It got Kevin banned from Epstein Island, they told me back in 2019. And they can keep you alive for months doing that kind of shite, with meth and morphine cocktails, with enough vitamins to keep the endocrine system from shutting down. At the end, they will eat parts of you while you are yet alive, by using spinal blocks, then release, then block, depending. Some even have a record on how chopped up they can get a man or woman, before the body just expires. They can easily take every limb over months and you'll still be alive to suffer. This is typical. I even have a few pictures of these victims, courtesy of Russian troops after raiding a tunnel system under a gas processing plant.
There is a top ten, a top twenty, and a top one hundred in these catalogs. These fetch the highest prices. From one point of view, it's a kind of satanic infamy list. It's an honor to be so hated by the beast system and its membership, that you made everybody's top ten list. There is some guy in NYC who did the original ratings, but demonAI has taken it over now. The Death list.
I'm in it. In that and in the price on my head, is the only value I have in this world monetarily. In point of fact, I went from having a price on my head – and I heard about this just last summer – to “name your price.” Which means, if you can stop me, you can name whatever price you say and it will be done. Kind of flattering, in an inverse, F'd up kind of way. Kind of.
Think of it this way. As I do. You did your whole duty. You served our Father in Heaven to the very fullest that you are and have been. His Hand is upon you. In battle, in life, in your walk and way, you never faltered except in learning and knowing, sometimes being – as all do – and no matter what the bastards threw at you, it was always face forward, chin out, your eyes beaming with the Holy Spirit and Love, and always, always, always...you lived the way as Natsarim, best as you could. With all your faults, failures and beast fatigue daily, you kept rowing the boat of salvation for others. Pretty well spent life, with the one talent given you to know, be, do, love, give. If you ask me.
Don
This part two has been updated as well.
This is the future they want for the remaining/living coven slaves in their NWO.
wake up in 2027.
face the shrine to Moloch, cut belly or wrist if on Saturday. Wipe blood on totem and own lips. DAI electronically demands another cutting from the beast screen that is on your wall, looking just like a cellphone screen—demon shine black. Refusal is instant death via chip. Smile, do not let it see you are not happy at the prospect. It knows; your weeds/whisperers narc'd you out. 3 cuttings today, then. My left arm is a sea of scars and scabs.
forgot to pay my Amazon fee so my alarms didn't go off; the cold cubby (TM) won't let me get food out, can only eat at designated times. Cannot afford toilet paper; just use the blue Reusable Waste Napkin (TM). 5 seconds of allowed water to clean it; 5 seconds of allowed water to wash face. Haven't seen a bar of soap in over a year.
"Siri, what is the weather forecast for today?"
Please say 'accept' to pay for today's forecast" ($2.50, not too bad! Lucifer bless Apple for buying the rights to all weather; no one says the old name anymore and lives).
Remember I still have another week with my umbrella before I have to ship it back to Amazon. The Amazon return bins are in every lobby of every building. Failure to affix return sticker to item is a 50 Amero Digital Dollar fine. Wallets haven't been around for a year or more. Everything is digital now – ID, banking, pictures, all of it.
Stand on the Tesla sidewalk, activate app in cell phone. Others join me; we are NOT permitted to chat with our neighbors, unless dAI allowed beforehand. If I want to talk to that cute redhead two floors below me I have to get permission. DAI declined.
Going against demonAI is a death sentence no one risks anymore. Angering dAI is a huge no no. It's often, very fatal.
tesla comes - before getting in, my kidneys and liver already start aching, after being conditioned by pain seizures from the Tesla Cancer Field (TM)--the Death Ark smells like vomit and piss. The meals at the office are often hard to keep down and are guaranteed to give one a stomach ache 3 times out of 5.
still have $20 in my account, can afford to go to work this time. Pass a series of dAI controlled machine guns, twin pairs, at every corner, including the parking structure, with a Palintir Pazuzu on top. Most are walking. Being an “executive” has its perks.
tesla takes me to Facebook Mixed Building No. 2938.
find my cubicle in a massive floor of cubicles full of people working for different employers. Today, my job is processing the latest shipment of Argentinians brought into Seattle harbor. Only 6% shipment loss. Shrinkage; the water delivery system failed four days out onboard the cargo ship ANN ARBOR. Fortunately, it only happened to 1 of the 5 ships that came in yesterday. The crew chief was terminated as a matter of policy.
Argentinians are in high demand so he paid with his life for not resolving the issue in a timely manner. The slops from Mexico are hardly ever pre-selected.
Engage my Zoom headset for mandatory productivity monitoring. I have to take retanac 3, for the double vision it gives me. A lot of it. At this rate, I'll be blind in 2 years.
let my eyes remain closed for 2 seconds accidentally.
ear-piercing alarm jolts me back into productivity; chair is cold metal and an electric shock at odd times keeps me pumping out the work. Again, I bit my tongue. Again.
There was a young girl in this morning's batch. Can't get her out of my mind. A preselect; meaning, someone had her designated for personal delivery to Miami. She had such haunting, innocent eyes. I wanted to crush her skull with heavy boots. I hate eyes like that. Innocence! What a sick joke.
lunch time – the over loud dub step is today's music, with flashing lights and strobes. Lunch time is so very acid and surreal. Trance music was up next.
my floor's UN-approved sustenance tube dispenses me 4 servings. Yum - grubs/bugs, tofu and soy medley. My stomach knows what's coming; it's ache is already making me nauseous.
finish off my shift, give mandatory end of day blood sample. Girl in the cubicle next to me kept cutting herself with the Gillette blood sample blade (TM), over and over again, screaming. As the gunmen took her away, she kept muttering, I can't, I can't, endlessly. Never saw her again.
see a guy outside of the office talking on a non-Apple phone;
Rush back inside and call the Microsoft Protection Team.
they quickly arrive to take him away for everyone's safety, but the twin Palintir guns cut him in half just as they arrived.
Tesla Death Ark picks me up, go back home.
Sigh...
Scan my retina and deposit blood sample to gain access to my pod. DAI demands I stand before it and undress, criticizing everything about me. For twenty minutes.
It demands another cutting. On my neck this time.
Neighbor offers to let me use his LaundryPass to wash my clothes; he spoke to me without permission. To save myself I...
report him for non-compliance, he is banned from PodLife, was fired from his work. Matter of routine.
loot his pod and acquire precious Soy/chitin snacks to sustain me.
DemonAI lets out a piercing shrill.
"OK Google, it's bed time."
Google neural implant puts me to sleep instantly.
forgot to pay for the ad-free experience package.
Dream about the Argentine girl from this morning all night; she kept holding out her little hands for me to help her, crying, “Why? Why?”
This is the future that will happen, however.
Wake up in 2027
This makes the 3rd week living around the sewers, necessary for escaping the drones.
In the early months, there were firefights with the UN gimps; but drone strikes of body tagging made every one involved a marked GPS target; nano tracers is what they call them; a kind of dust they spray from drones. They will track you; they will find where you call home; they will also find there any friends you have; then they get you all. A little trick they learned from the Israelis.
Living on cats and irradiated raccoons and dogs. Haven't had good cat meat in a long while now. Long while.
rakes are still out hunting witches and jews, even with the approach of dawn. There are so many these days. If I stay still and pray, I've learned, they pass right by me.
We leave coded messages under bridge over passes for others. You have to hide them near the bottom, covered in trash and debris. A circle with a line through and an arrow pointing in whatever direction means, don't go that way. Death. Like that.
If you are with someone else or more, you talk in covered whispers; the drones have VERY senstive mics and they drop sound and radar scanner darts all over the place. Picking one up just gets the nearest drone racing right to you. Saw 3 guys die that way.
The terraforming for chimeras has changed the world. Tree leaves are now red, instead of green.
Instead of grass, rat hair pops up from the ground, smells awful.
Rat hair is now growing out of the scratch received 3 days ago tripping over street garbage
Always looking out for any and all ammo to be found. Guns are everywhere, but ammo...that's rare.
New leaflets dropped last night in six languages. Come to the black vans for food and shelter, it declares. Never again. Saw the ditch they dump the bodies into for the suckers who gave up and went to one of those road blocks.
Haven't eaten in 3 days, again.
Still debating on necking myself. Saw the taking up happen, so I know there is a God up there.
I could just stand out in the open; only be a matter of minutes before a drone spots me and then...
In a dream, Christ himself told me to persevere, it's almost over.
I have since learned to pray. Days are better on days I pray, somehow. I hope I am doing it right; growing up, no one ever mentioned God is Real, just the opposite.
The great cities are wastelands of death. Avoid.
Miss the birds and all. Everything is always creepy quiet.
The land abounds in abominations beyond reason. Saw 12 foot tall rat headed man beast a few days back. It was rubbing its hands together, sniffing for spoilage. Oof...
Nothing grows that is edible. Real plants 2 years ago became a kind of greenish yellow snot and died off. Rat hair grew in its place. Everything is rat hair now.
I still may neck myself. If I can eat today, maybe not.
Drones can be located by the occasional POP sound made when a small grenade is dropped on something...or someone...still alive. Like me.
Trump unleashed hell on this world. He's gone, but the rakes, giants, and dragons rule now.
Oh, when will the end come?
