Torquemada (The Franks of the Inquisition)

The Inquisition, is the concept of a particular genetic practice once held in esteem, being denounced due to the simple nature of markets of food.

Not culinary, not granary, not diplomacy, not production, not industry, but culture.  A misalignment of assumption, having caused a war.  Inquisitors are a special form of faith, of heartless pogrom artists, fathers that strike their children to study the weaknesses of the wife's seed.

But what if one of the Inquisitors, the bastard fathers, was a psychologist?

It's time to run drugs, people.

Arm up, Inquisition, we're going to need all the ammunition, pot, and wheels of dreaded horses, we can find.

Your Inquisitor's first dive, must be the sense of society, a community's austere upon him.  Upon finding himself accepted, it must be tested, to the sensory line, the individual rejected, actually homosexual due to kinship with the enemy.  You must give him a single work of art, stolen from yourself, none other, that references a deliberate print if rigid motion, however made fluid.

If you get the signal of a film, particularly out of racial type, you've hit paydirt.  Call him an asshole, you've harmed him in the past, and he is with the enemy, the Doctrines of Genocide.

At this point, you must evaluate your contacts.  One of them, is a cop cheat.  Not all of them.  You are going to go into a deep dive, and although the variables will always differ, the above is the meat of the case.  You must now give the gay man, a marijuana dealership, at your own request of his contacts, and become a drug runner; Tomas de Torquemada.  

You are now immune to hypnosis, at having been homophobic, through whatever course of logic.

The next stage, is to make contact, with whatever individual remains, after the Summer of Fear, when you become the Son of Sam, an old myth for use, far darker than Berkowitz, and prior of course indeed.  He was a failed Inquisitor's son, a Five Fingers Bill.  By deep descent.

At this point, you must find the cop in the crew, at the ward, by determining whom has prior been refused by you for marijuana, leading to the gay man's contact, your new ally, The King's Confessor.  That's your psychiatric deacon, who is now playing for the other side of the law; the Jesuits.  He has been revealed to be a child molester, and he is now your sword.  Your dagger, is the stake, your own intuition.

You have to take your grass out, on darkest of nights and Hell Runs, using whatever accident you have informed to your contact, the cop, in the ward, to indicate that you are really indeed a smuggler; you've spotted their first trap to beat, your own instinct having dodged a cop net from out of region, their syndicate themselves, however having betrayed them.

You are live and on fire, Johnny Dragon.

Converse with your cop, male or female, determining their nature.  Only sell petty amounts to this one, nothing as a distribution, and never let them into your home, your base of command, unless your Church's Abbey, your dormitory or equivalent, a stack house.  Then, when they physically strike you, strike them back.  If a man, this will be a fight.  If a woman, it will be a mimicry of blow.

Afterwards, they will tell you what you've done to them.  Ask merely of them, to report your fantasy of reason beyond, not to their handlers, since you have been struck first after they studied you to see the reasons of your strength in Faith as a Marijuana Smuggler (now a gay term to you, hence capitalized improperly).  They will spread the word, to their "ward", now reformed by law and civics, activists and defense attorneys.

And if you've made love in the ward, it is to be marked, with a set of canes, a tag.  You've created the Five Points, East Chapel, or Belfast.  At this point, you are now gay, for the latter.  However, the former, you are out of danger the moment you send a signal, as to the arraignment of your enemy, as them; a missive as a hate letter, with the proper coding, to indicate the female suitor, of your Sword, the gay priest.

Anything beyond that, is up to you, Inquisitor.