Secret Service Says Hay Bales

The Secret Service director in March of 1965

The Secret Service aka the protective service for executive branch individuals has a problem.  They say they can't say what there is to say about target practice.  After listening to unsolicited 'advice' for many decades now I drafted a letter that is on its way to the land of the lost.  I didn't lose. The land of the lost is the box or shredder my letter is dating.  That's the logic the Secret Service is using.  If they--the letter and the shredder--are in proximity they must be intimate.  You could say they're tight.   It's an intimate story.  Don't get too close one could joke--that thing's got teeth. I would argue, though, it's my COMPLAINT you're shredding and not something else.  I am offeing a look at the story THE WAY IT ACTUALLY IS and not through the fog of 1970s drug-induced dizziness.

THEY would offer the 'proximity scenario' as a USEFUL thought--Rachel Maddow would.  You see she is intimate with that kind of story.  But how intimate can you get with that crazy joking attitude of ridiculousness.  Ridiculousness is one of the nicest terms I could use to relate the misadventure which is MSNBNC.  They you see are part of the MESS of subliminal/non-effective thus non-subliminal 'advice' they are employing to help me out of a never-ending series of dead end streets.

You see they're charged with protecting me and they instead are SMOTHERING me with cul de sacs and broken logic!

  They might be looking to get this bale of hay shot up!

We didn't lose as a country, but my protective service hired what I can only describe as thugs to protect me.  These people from the area surrounding Lock Haven were hired INEXPLICABLY to protect me.  These people who have REAL names and drive down Broad St  in Richmond have chosen to thug on me as a core value of their being.  They are OFFENDED by me surviving an assault they made on me as a kid.  They expected to be and were hired to protect me AFTER having attacked me as a kid.  It's a strange story and it is constantly gardened on every day to make sure intelligence--intelligent behavior--doesn't get nurtured.

They--some of the Secret Service hirees--lured me off a cliff with a projection system which effectively cloaked the edge of the cliff in darkness.

Does anyone need any help?