Memoir of a Chess Player

It Takes A Chess Player ________________________ by: Christopher Alan An unsettling notion as I lie down to rest this evening with my cat, Jezebell, compells me to get up and fetch pen and paper to write this. This thought of which I now write is whether my cats could escape this house to fend for themselves should I not make it back home from my journey as I plan tomorrow to go to my Chess Club at Rust Belt Books in Buffalo, or generally speaking for that matter. I feel that this is a reasonable thing to consider since the enemy has been quite quiet as of late, leaving me in wonder for what they have in store for me next. Surely they don't think I'm all done up nicely for their rotisserie just yet. What motivates them is clear to me... to BURN the witch who seeks to expose them, the one who is bringing to the light their corruption, treachery and greed; that of which they protect with their power that is funded by the people. I can only imagine how much capital has been wasted on their tactical ploys against me. Money is of no object to the Pig Empire. They take all they need and just this evening, they were blowing off fireworks to celebrate their achievements in this sh*t hole town. Did anyone vote on that? Flaunting their excessive wealth while it seems to me that money spent on fireworks could have been better justified in the budget as a donation to the food pantry. But back to my situation here... these pigs have already arrested me twice without warrant in the last six months. They still have not justified these actions and seem to think that piling on more will fix it. (104 IQ's) with unlimited resources and INTENT... isn't that what they always say but never have to prove, except on Television? What they don't get "voluntarily" through lies, deceit, fear mongering and manipulation by threats, duress and coercion- they extract with brute force, theft, robbery, kidnapping and torture are their tools of the trade. Yet somehow they still expect the public to believe that they need this Standing Army in their presence to save them from themselves. If it takes 10 men committing 100 crimes and spending 100,000 dollars to snuff out someone who quit watching television- is that the people's wish? I think not or I wouldn't be still writing, trying to make sense of my life, thinking that maybe I can find a different angle or something that will forge an alliance. I have "flown my flag" , if you will, i.e., a stack of tires at the street with 'No Trespassing' sign and "No More Taxation Without Representation" spray painted on the picture window in the front of my house. Also , I stand alone , as far as I know, in exercising my Right to Travel, in this County anyway. This I don't see how they could possibly be unaware of since my van is practically a billboard. Surely they hate this and want to stomp it out. It is ideas such as that which threaten to wake the people from their slumber and realize that these pigs have been gorging themselves at the trough for too long. They no longer graze, have forgotten how the trough gets filled and will bite any hand that comes near it. Surely they do not intend on allowing this opposition to exist. My link to the outside world, the smartphone (as it is so cleverly called), my line of communication, has been repeatedly f*#ked with, for lack of a better term, hacked! My green horn is showing , having only been online for just over a year now; long enough to learn terms like 'gaslighting' and 'gangstalking'; becoming aware of them just in time for when I needed such a term. Words are kinda funny like that- really funny when the computer thinks it knows my fate... all I know is that at the moment- it is shut down or at least my ability to access it has been significantly hindered. I have lost count of how many email addresses I have had, I can no longer access the ones that I cared about, all of my photos since I got online are gone and relationships that I had been watering have withered away or have been severed. There is no way that this is random viruses. It is clearly malicious and since I have no money- I suppose the purpose of this would be to prevent me from forming alliances and to further defame me by breaking down lines of communication. The continued scramble to mend this is a HUGE waste of time and if what little resources I find. This problem also cuts off my access to information that is absolutely essential to me so that I can attempt to adequately defend myself in the 'Justice Courts of New York'. It seems like just another dirty trick to me. I certainly wouldn't put it past them, the unscrupulous bastards... and SOMEONE is doing it. So why do they hold back? Do they delight in the process that much? I think something is causing them apprehension - fear of the unknown. Someone stands Alone and unrepresented in the face of their threats. Someone has not responded in the manner that they are supposed to. This is not in the manual. Someone is standing for their rights? What is this? The one lifeline that remains I see as the most righteous and noble of all things. The truth and Justice of which they feign is real and known amongst the Men and Women who know Chess. Tomorrow I will go to my club and join them. This game may very well be keeping me alive once again... in more ways than one.

Interesting.

Instinct

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by: Christopher Alan

Policy and protocol is essential to establish for one's self and must never be deviated from in battle. Never call an audible. Rely on your previous calculations and hold to your principles. Only then will your instinct be true and this will build confidence - vitality. One must create a positive momentum dynamic. A reserved response to an attack is preferential to a flawed response but of course time does not always allow for this. Experience in battle is Alone what will cultivate and hone the instinct.