State Of The Blogger

Nice, innit? Surely someone who creates something like this from nature & an idiot computer program
can't be a danger to himself or others. Indeed, it is the hell of other people (Rat fucking bastards, all of them!)
that is a danger to him. When does the fucking bullshit stop? How much more is he expected to take?

Woke up after about six hrs. of interrupted sleep, no angrier than usual but unable to return to blessed unconsciousness. I may never get eight hrs., interrupted or not, again. Thank you all so fucking much for the kind assistance w/ my alleged problems.

Now I do have fucking problems, you sons-of-bitches! I am the aggrieved party, so of course I am punished for being the victim of a slumlord. Slumlord gets away w/ it, police get away w/it (What does an ignorant buffoon police officer, trained only to brutalize the poor & those who try to help them, know about mental health? Anyone who wants to use their stick & gun under color of authority is mentally ill to begin w/. If you can't differentiate righteous, justified anger [Nay, rage!!] from "mental illness" you have no right deciding my fate, you useless fascist pricks.) and College Behavioral Health got Gawd-only-knows-how-much Medicare money for trying to pump me full of drugs & feed me fake meat & other food so horrible I lost about 20 lbs. in a seven-day "stay". Fuck everybody & everything. (Is that some kind of threat? May I type that? People run up & down the street screaming that all day long around here & they don't get 5150'd. Because it takes a squealer. Well, "snitches get stitches", to coin a phrase.)

And now (Due, I imagine, to an error in transcribing records of gun purchases.) the police think I have a .45-cal. Colt Gold Cup National Match, purchased in 1982. Never purchased or owned it. (Bought a Charter Arms AR-7 .22-cal. rifle in 1982.) Believe me, if I'd had one I'd either have sold it long ago (Current list price: US$1,549.00, which is $461.00 in 1982 dollars.) or there'd be a pile of dead parasites bleeding all over a rental office somewhere. Can't prove a negative, however, so I'm probably screwed for what little is left of my life. I'm assuming this pointless little escapade has cost me several yrs. of my life, judging from how miserable I am now. Hip hasn't started hurting yet, legs still swollen, expecting ankles & feet to join them soon. Back could start irking me at any moment. Soon it will be your turn to suffer, pigs.

Damnation, I was completely correct about every last piece of shit I knew in meatspace. None of them of any use to me whatsoever. Young people, remember well that you have no actual friends; everyone you know will always take the easy way out, leaving you hanging, & the family is a corrupt bourgeois concept even worse than friends acquaintances. You're all entirely alone, & the vast majority of you are too stupid to realize it, or live in denial 24/7. There's no point & there never was, give up now!! (Yes, I'm telling people they are worthless, have less than no reason for existence & should go away forever. I understand that's discouraged by the powers that be, because they think they need the workers or something. Still, if you fucking sheep were honest w/ yourselves you'd face the fact that you are useless & it would indeed be preferable to have died than to spend the rest of your life scuffling & hustling for gig work like someone in front of a Home Depot, except digitized. No future, get lost!!)