Um...Let's See...

How do I get this message across effectively?............

Since I have no other way to respond to these messages from your street ops, I'm compelled to do it here because I know you or someone close enough to you is reading.  Let's see:

If you obtain joy and satisfaction from bossing around "50-year-old white guys," I do not begrudge you that.  At the same time, it's not something that impresses me or appeals to me.  But it's not the content of the messages you send occasionally that makes me like you less and less.  Rather, it's the disturbing method of delivery, taking advantage of the fact that you've isolated me with defamation and misinformation with the intention of blackmailing me.  And of course, I never have any witnesses to the these disturbingly random yet clearly intentional encounters.  Like your predecessor, you apparently have a penchant for abuse of power and have done just that to put me in a position in which I'm sure most would cave and kneel down and scream, "I love big brother."  ("Big brother"--how ironic.  The situation gets more bizarre by the minute.)   The truth is that, though my overriding opinion will continue to be that you handle the job well, your insistence on continuing to communicate to me in this disturbing fashion while systematically keeping me in a desperate position really just makes me think you're nothing but another asshole politician as so many others, including a few anti-establishment-type folks, think.  I don't care how many black guys you send at me who look like they went to Georgetown.  I don't care how many Harvard drunks I run into occasionally who suggest living out of a van has been good for me.  You've really soured me on any potential relationship and to be perfectly straight-forward, I'm not interested at all, so stop wasting your time.

I will not starve again and I will never beg on the street as you tried to have your dumb-fuck drone teach me to do properly while wearing his $500-spectacles the other day.  Your drones don't impress me at all and you impress me less and less.  I am not interested in being part of your or anyone else's conspiracy, especially one who's leader/s are under the delusion that they have the right to tell me how to think and/or how to behave by basically training me like a dog through the use of very, very abusive methods.  And I haven't even touched on the violation of my privacy.  Like so many others in my life, you've turned a friend into an apathetic bystander thinking strictly about himself--for the first time.  You haven't helped me to grow and living out of the van has not been beneficial at all.  Because of this continued bizarre approach, I've come to the conclusion that I'd rather flip burgers than work for you.   You're wasting your time and you have more important things to do--as do I.  Please stop.  It is never going to happen.

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We're Arent Going to Start This Again Are We

...with your dumb-fucks walking by my van in the wee hours of the morning and making comments to fuck with my head precisely as they walk by?  I think today makes twice in about the last week.  Message specifically to the guy this morning from around 5:45:  You're a pussy.  What's really bizarre about this is that a substantial portion of the people doing this are black.  I mean, I don't expect any gifts or anything from anybody, but to actively take part in this?  Wow.

Do me one favor... approach me openly, name yourself, your organization, and your reason.  No, that's not going to happen because anyone who would take part in such a thing must be a complete dumb-fuck pussy--including the guy making it happen.

How many times do I have to call you out?

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