Anyway...on one of those days when he sat next to me, he gave me that super-sweet, half whisper voice these idiots like using. For a while, their favorite ice-breaker was asking me whether I'd used up my hour on the other computers. It's innocuous but an undeniably useless piece of information. The constant questioning was a key part of it and when you're still wrapped tight in the mind-control, you answer. I can't explain it. It's like you're afraid not to. It must be the dopamine/satisfaction/enjoyment denial thing because it wasn't until after I bought the walkman that I was able to completely destroy it all. Of course, it wouldn't be effective without all the death-threats, etc. That was really the biggest point in breaking out of it. The point is, while we were waiting, after the computer question, he said to me, again, with the syrupy half-whisper and like so many other out-of-context questions, referring to nothing apparent, "You're almost through." Excuse me? Through with what, exactly? No--I'm not through. Far fucking from it.
After I got this video, or maybe it was before, a tall light-skinned black woman approached me with a syrupy sweet voice, asking me about my height. I said, "Spare me." becuase I knew it was yet another little test which I will continue to fail intentionally when I recognize it. I reminded her--reminded her--that I'm going way out of my way in the face of death threats and, at least in part, for her. She got flustered and flashed her badge. It looked like a San Francisco badge. You like Nazis and KKK, San Francisco? Keep right on fucking with me then. They started all this shit with me and you're helping them. The notion that black people partipate in this thing is positively perplexing. I mean--I understand you've been experiencing a life-time of this shit, but I'm not far behind and they snuck it in on me. And since I'm single I'm chargin' at 'em head-long, refusing to accept any of this in what has the potential to become quite a ground-breaking situation regarding racism--and I've got black people fuckin' with me? She then said that I was rude. God damn right, I'm rude, and I'll fucking stay rude any time I recognize such a little charade. I don't give a shit if it's SFPD or NSA. You're spoiling my life, you've failed at entrapping me countless times and I've got nothing to lose. After reading my new page on this blog, what makes you think I give one shit whether or not someone thinks I'm rude. Please, stop wasting my time and yours. Tax dollars down the drain.
Joseph
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