Nascient, mediocre, & bizare authoritarians. Some really bad ones too
Our democracy has been hacked, hi-jacked, and sold on the black market to the cheapest sellout. I thought the 2016 election should have gone to Hillary but now I remember how she claimed she had already one, and how she used to be the supporter of a racist, biggoted, or some kind of aweful Berry Goldwater, and never really took back her position towards him.
What in the sam hill does the whole of so-called civilization think I aught to do that I'm not already doing? I posted my resume online here, and printed and dropped off half a dozen to potential employers. Otherwise, the entire front pad of my foot is really sore and feels like it's been turning into a massive blister so... I guess I need to stay off it for a few days or so, at least. It would be great if my social security benefits hadn't been cut off. Unfortunately, the social security office is being blatently dishonest, and accusing me of being out of the country for the last two years, where I most certainly have been right here in Berkeley, and I was in San Francisco the year before that. I get the impression Trump and the bologne he represents are behind it. (So, there's a cauldron turned up under me. I also need to shave, and wash my clothes tomorrow.)
I'm hafu and have been homeless in Berkeley since early 2016 (over a couple years now) while I recover my bearings and continue searching for work. I'm a natural born US citizen (born abroad in Sapporo, Japan. One of my parents are from the US), and we moved (back) to the States in '87, I never really got the chance to learn Japanese, my parents split around '90, and my father returned to Japan mid-decade. Much of the time i was sick, and I grew up having little identity in terms of cultural heritage or awareness in part due to the fact that before leaving, my father warned my mother that he'll take me back to Japan, and she'll never see me again so, out of fear, she forbade me from ever learning Japanese.
She got a.christian Phillipino boyfriend that served in the U.S. armed forces during the gulf war, they got married, and he made it a point that the Japanese that invaded the Phillipines during WWII were to be hated. He was lame for that, out of context, and how I wasn't able to see or communicate with her half as much then, and how he eventually cheated on and left her. Back then she
spent virtually all of her time locked away in her bedroom, before having a mental breakdown. Then they came out together to perform an abusive exorocism on me, before he finally and literally pushed me to punch him, also giving them an excuse to have me incarcerated. So I was in jail a couple weeks before my dad bailed me out, and let me just live with him like that. I had to wear an ankle bracelet as part of my probation. For what? Because I punched him, after he pushed me, while him and my mom had been going crazy , provoking and harrassing
me, putting me on curfew for no reason, holding me down and performing an exorcism on me, took the door to my bedroom of its frame, and put his old TV right in front of the door like I wouldn't get fed up eventually and kick it, and practically break my foot on it...
So it's like, okay, there's definitely something a matter with these folks.
I struggled to stay independent, and flee their bullshit.
Bush Jr. blocked me from attending college, got me locked up in Sapporo, and all kinds of fucked up shit.
I first left the states in 2009 during the Bush regieme. He blocked me from attending college, and got me locked up in japan for marijuana. I served two and a half months there for
Imade it back in 2011 after Obama was elected and even found work with the his administration, was being debriefed when I was violently extorted (first being provoked and instigated by a random antagonist, assaulted by another, and violently assaulted by corrupt cops).
I was violently assaulted, and then getting x-rayed in the emergency room, with skin on only half my face. Then wasting my savings in order to recover in a hotel room. Homeless then, just making it into a shelter for the first time. Surviving nine months there until granted housing at the historic Hillsdale hotel off of 6th street, where people are always yelling and dumptrucks are always barreling down, inner-city SanFrancisco; and the neighbor upstairs is constantly banging on the ceiling-floor. And you can't really get out because of the violence, nor can you stay in or find exit. I made it from 2013 or so until sometime 2014, when people were getting murdered outside the front door, and outside my windows. I broke down from all the pressure about then when I was basically being extorted out of my apartment.
I spent the next month on the streets, a little in San Francisco, a few days at former aquientences in Oakland, and the rest in Berkeley, before making it back to Central Florida. The bus ride back to the east coast was horrible. On arriving, my old schoolmate flaked picking me up so, I had to walk around forever until I found the homeless shelter. I stayed there a few days until he finally picked me up. I stayed with him a night, had to walk around the mall and the suburbs the next day, before catching a bus to St. Petersburg where my Mom lived.
She almost caused me to miss the bus, I.e. told me not to come after I had already bought the ticket. My grandmother picked me up. I stayed with them a few months or so, saving up enough for an airplane ticket for my younger brother to visit, or at least a security deposit for an apartment for myself however they lied and had me mentally committed. Fortunately the mental institution had acess to a 1-800-abuse hotline, which I warned them I would call, and they released me.
I spent four months at a shelter in 2016, after I had no where else to go go,
Before I came back to California, when I was in Japan, about 2015, i looked at where to live.
Our democracy has been hacked, hi-jacked, and sold on the black market to the cheapest sellout. I thought the 2016 election should have gone to Hillary but now I remember how she claimed she had already one, and how she used to be the supporter of a racist, biggoted, or some kind of aweful Berry Goldwater, and never really took back her position towards him.
What in the sam hill does the whole of so-called civilization think I aught to do that I'm not already doing? I posted my resume online here, and printed and dropped off half a dozen to potential employers. Otherwise, the entire front pad of my foot is really sore and feels like it's been turning into a massive blister so... I guess I need to stay off it for a few days or so, at least. It would be great if my social security benefits hadn't been cut off. Unfortunately, the social security office is being blatently dishonest, and accusing me of being out of the country for the last two years, where I most certainly have been right here in Berkeley, and I was in San Francisco the year before that. I get the impression Trump and the bologne he represents are behind it. (So, there's a cauldron turned up under me. I also need to shave, and wash my clothes tomorrow.)
She got a.christian Phillipino boyfriend that served in the U.S. armed forces during the gulf war, they got married, and he made it a point that the Japanese that invaded the Phillipines during WWII were to be hated. He was lame for that, out of context, and how I wasn't able to see or communicate with her half as much then, and how he eventually cheated on and left her. Back then she
spent virtually all of her time locked away in her bedroom, before having a mental breakdown. Then they came out together to perform an abusive exorocism on me, before he finally and literally pushed me to punch him, also giving them an excuse to have me incarcerated. So I was in jail a couple weeks before my dad bailed me out, and let me just live with him like that. I had to wear an ankle bracelet as part of my probation. For what? Because I punched him, after he pushed me, while him and my mom had been going crazy , provoking and harrassing
me, putting me on curfew for no reason, holding me down and performing an exorcism on me, took the door to my bedroom of its frame, and put his old TV right in front of the door like I wouldn't get fed up eventually and kick it, and practically break my foot on it...
So it's like, okay, there's definitely something a matter with these folks.
I struggled to stay independent, and flee their bullshit.
Bush Jr. blocked me from attending college, got me locked up in Sapporo, and all kinds of fucked up shit.
I first left the states in 2009 during the Bush regieme. He blocked me from attending college, and got me locked up in japan for marijuana. I served two and a half months there for
Imade it back in 2011 after Obama was elected and even found work with the his administration, was being debriefed when I was violently extorted (first being provoked and instigated by a random antagonist, assaulted by another, and violently assaulted by corrupt cops).
I was violently assaulted, and then getting x-rayed in the emergency room, with skin on only half my face. Then wasting my savings in order to recover in a hotel room. Homeless then, just making it into a shelter for the first time. Surviving nine months there until granted housing at the historic Hillsdale hotel off of 6th street, where people are always yelling and dumptrucks are always barreling down, inner-city SanFrancisco; and the neighbor upstairs is constantly banging on the ceiling-floor. And you can't really get out because of the violence, nor can you stay in or find exit. I made it from 2013 or so until sometime 2014, when people were getting murdered outside the front door, and outside my windows. I broke down from all the pressure about then when I was basically being extorted out of my apartment.
I spent the next month on the streets, a little in San Francisco, a few days at former aquientences in Oakland, and the rest in Berkeley, before making it back to Central Florida. The bus ride back to the east coast was horrible. On arriving, my old schoolmate flaked picking me up so, I had to walk around forever until I found the homeless shelter. I stayed there a few days until he finally picked me up. I stayed with him a night, had to walk around the mall and the suburbs the next day, before catching a bus to St. Petersburg where my Mom lived.
She almost caused me to miss the bus, I.e. told me not to come after I had already bought the ticket. My grandmother picked me up. I stayed with them a few months or so, saving up enough for an airplane ticket for my younger brother to visit, or at least a security deposit for an apartment for myself however they lied and had me mentally committed. Fortunately the mental institution had acess to a 1-800-abuse hotline, which I warned them I would call, and they released me.
I spent four months at a shelter in 2016, after I had no where else to go go,
Before I came back to California, when I was in Japan, about 2015, i looked at where to live.
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