To whom I belong

If you don't know me, and you probably don't, you can see that I have put a lot of effort into survival.  I enjoy life these days.  I have a new appreciation of it.

Anyway...

Yes, I had to spread all over the internet to survive.  I'm not the brightest, but neither is most of the population.  They use the old trick of saying that I'm stupid and don't deserve anything.  I owe them for being in their presence.  Now, I was in special ed, and I can tell you plenty of children who made it through and work.  They were protected from what I went into, trying to keep my soul together.

  You have no idea what I've been through in many respects.  I know I'm unpopular. I've never been popular.  People hate me.  These psychotronic people use losers like me to broadcast their cases, to make it appear as if I should be at their mercy. 

Fuck off and do yourselves.

They spent a while chasing me and making fun of me instead of their "charity."  I'm used to that.  The final straw, however, soon came when they messed with my mind without permission or a court order.  They did it more than once and refuse to pay for the destruction of my soul.

They didn't even bother to hold me down.

There is no accountability.  It's like, if you're going to do this slavery thing, you're going to have to have chains of command, like in the army.  These people, the psychotroinc people, want to have all the gold without the effort.  They expect their servants to do everything for them.

Anger means nothing.

I wish Putin would pay me for what he did, but he's too busy for a peasant. I'm used to that as well, but it irritates me. Madonna could as well.

I love the house on 1343 Hideaway, Galena, MO.  I think it's fair.