Warning, Threat Or Promise?

I promise you: As soon as I have an appetite again & can shove some fuel down my gullet I'll have enough energy to grab a machete (or better) & come after you very deserving people.

From last night, we again see water leaking in the bathroom, five months almost to the day after the leak that had been going on for over a decade was finally repaired. (But only after the fucking ceiling collapsed, & four months since they fixed the hole.) Five fucking months!

The slumlord's first concern is your safety his fucking wallet. He won't be breathing long w/ it shoved down his gullet.

If I am electrocuted, please kill the slumlord for me. As if any one gives a fuck, or isn't a chickenshit hypocrite.

But I don't dare think that death is too good for the slumord, let alone mention it anywhere. Or do I? You won't shut me up, informer! I got a right, & the slumlord, by his actions, has lost all of his rights. Burn the leeches & parasites from the body of the people!!