Sanctionaries

 

Ok everyone, I am apparently doing some blogging this morning.  I had to stop going to church because of persecution and oppression.  So now I am just passing the time of hopefully what is only a few years left by blogging while I still have internet access.  Probably soon Biden will sanction the 80 million, or okay, 250 million people who did not vote for him, and then no one will hear from me again, kind of like how it is now.

 

I thought I had a girlfriend but she has not visited me yet in my apartment that I am about to lose.  I am waiting to be placed somewhere else but they are sharking me. Really I felt like I could work somewhere and pay for my own apartment but the job people bamboozled me as well. 

 

I have some more interesting material that actually I can probably assume will come out later in some other posts.  It has to do with my role in life, often now as a white dummy, used by social work people to help others with their race repair for their own traumas.  I kind of get it, and had my own problems with old white men after my retail job which left me with brain damage and a lost societal contribution that people tell themselves was never really meant to be anyway.  The way it goes is I just show up and trip over stuff and display my embarrassing dementia symptoms in ways that make other people feel better about themselves.  And then anyone getting paid feels like their work is done, and the ultimate goal of transforming an over-achieving honors athlete in college to a subservient waste of space for all of adulthood has been accomplished.  The incentives to take showers and walks are sufficiently counteracted by the power plays that help everyone confirm that other suckers’ tax dollars have been appropriately allocated for grounding my face into the dirt like my gay-hating parents did. It was done and decided a long time ago, and I knew it. I was a genius and easily cracked the whole code sophomore year and had the severe depression that reflected my accurate prediction of horror after horror.  But I still had to go through a charade of humoring adults in a new setting called mental health care instead of just the usual futile negotiating for opportunities from prior grown-ups already trying to shut me down. The cartoon rendition of it in heaven will be the most popular slapstick entertainment in human history.  I wish I could offer a suitable ending, but it will probably just be either a boring heart attack from my tachyardia problems or just stopping breathing because of untreated asthma and the shutdown of all my organs and life systems.

 

 A system shutdown, what does that remind you of? To me it reminds me of… the united states of America, where we had some relief from media power, and then… they found us anyway and are harassing us to death once again.  But we are already dead, half conscious in a temporal lobe sleep state where the prophecy frequency is providing vivid perceptions of what will happen all too soon in ways we were warned about not once, not twice, but constantly from our own consciences which have monitored all of the reality apparent to us for this whole wretched span of history that is nothing but a display of bad behavior and failure that will hopefully make our betrayed and swindled descendents feel better about their own tragic crippling from not having a decent heritage. What can we do for the muslims now, who have new windows into what they missed out on for 7 hundred years.  Well turning the culture wars and civil war and revolutionary war, all into a perpetual new Jihad could be just the thing.  That’ll get ‘em.  Genuinely, I think it might, and I congratulate all of us on our disgrace that we have projected into the universe, which in many circles, as in… circles of hell… is the new name for God.