Friday, October 25, 2013
The Little White Honey Bucket.
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(Hmm. I had the modem turned off. My fault. Sipping on beer #12 at 2110. Sip.)
So let us continue with our 'analysis' of normal digestion: Food leaves the stomach (tap) soon after arriving. It then begins a complex journey through the digestive tract, ending up in the rectum where it is eventually 'pooped out.' Stinky Situation! (And God loves it, of course: He designed it.) (tap)
Butt to some folks, 'stinky' equals 'yucky.' (I agree.)
Gerash, apparently, likes the smell of my shit. I'm OK with that, but I would prefer an agreement whereby I would supply Gerash with 'shit in a platter' in exchange for - say - 100 dollars per poop. If I could get such an agreement I guarantee you that I would eat all the right veggies with total gusto! I would even allow Gerash to specify my diet (to some extent).
And so I hereby make the offer:
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'In exchange for 100 dollars per poop, I will present said daily poop to your agent on a daily basis in an elegant, white saucer. You may do with my poop as you wish.'
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700 dollars per week! Just for pooping! My idea of Paradise!
(Hmm. I had the modem turned off. My fault. Sipping on beer #12 at 2110. Sip.)
So let us continue with our 'analysis' of normal digestion: Food leaves the stomach (tap) soon after arriving. It then begins a complex journey through the digestive tract, ending up in the rectum where it is eventually 'pooped out.' Stinky Situation! (And God loves it, of course: He designed it.) (tap)
Butt to some folks, 'stinky' equals 'yucky.' (I agree.)
Gerash, apparently, likes the smell of my shit. I'm OK with that, but I would prefer an agreement whereby I would supply Gerash with 'shit in a platter' in exchange for - say - 100 dollars per poop. If I could get such an agreement I guarantee you that I would eat all the right veggies with total gusto! I would even allow Gerash to specify my diet (to some extent).
And so I hereby make the offer:
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'In exchange for 100 dollars per poop, I will present said daily poop to your agent on a daily basis in an elegant, white saucer. You may do with my poop as you wish.'
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700 dollars per week! Just for pooping! My idea of Paradise!
Sniff yuck.
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Ah, 'There's the rub!' (Shakesphere).
Whereas most of us are disgusted by the excrement of 'the other,' some small number of us apparently find that excement 'interesting.' We have seen this on the local news from time to time. Us 'normals' Poo-poo our own poop and the smell of it. We take it as a natural situation. We at least tolerate the smell. Mostly, we think nothing of it. And we assume that the smell of our shit is offensive to 'the other.'
Not necessarily.
(Sudden heavy microwave radiation is causing coughing, nose dripping. Back from the potty pee at 2046 - then a sudden, violent, obvious intrusion by hackers brought our blogpost to an end. Blogger seems to be under attack by hackers as I try to write this blog. My guess is that what I am writing is extremely offensive to Jewish Queers (tap) (faint boom). Sip.
Sorry, boys. Eheh.
Hongry!
Ah, 'There's the rub!' (Shakesphere).
Whereas most of us are disgusted by the excrement of 'the other,' some small number of us apparently find that excement 'interesting.' We have seen this on the local news from time to time. Us 'normals' Poo-poo our own poop and the smell of it. We take it as a natural situation. We at least tolerate the smell. Mostly, we think nothing of it. And we assume that the smell of our shit is offensive to 'the other.'
Not necessarily.
(Sudden heavy microwave radiation is causing coughing, nose dripping. Back from the potty pee at 2046 - then a sudden, violent, obvious intrusion by hackers brought our blogpost to an end. Blogger seems to be under attack by hackers as I try to write this blog. My guess is that what I am writing is extremely offensive to Jewish Queers (tap) (faint boom). Sip.
Sorry, boys. Eheh.
Hongry!
The Nutritive pathway.
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After publishing that last post I could no longer sign on to Blogger using my old password. Obviously, Gerash forces had changed it to something else. I was able to recover access to Blogger via my EMAIL Address.
HMMM!
Is Gerash pissed?! We shall see, maybe.
I'm getting hungry now at 1936, and working on one last beer. Sip.
Beer #9, in fact. Yez... (thump)
Then I'm gonna eat! Hongry!
Supper will be 'Soy Sauce Chicken,' (Baked Chicken and Soy Sauce), with a variety of sauteed veggies (onions, broccoli, zuchinni, carrots, and red pepper) over a mixture of white and brown rice. I whip it up myself. I then run the soy sauce chicken through a blender (boom) because I have no lower teeth at my advanced age of 78 years. (My (plastic) lower teeth disappeared one night. (Your guess is as good as mine. 'They' have not been able to steal my upper teeth yet because I sleep with them 'in.' It's a long boring story.) When it's time to eat I mix the chicken and the veggies with the rice, heat it in the microwave, add more soy sauce, and munch out. Yum!
As to what happens next, I have no (tap) specific understanding. Butt I know that the food will work its way down the digestive tract over time, and will eventually be expelled into the toilet, flushed into the Sewer System, and forgotten.
After publishing that last post I could no longer sign on to Blogger using my old password. Obviously, Gerash forces had changed it to something else. I was able to recover access to Blogger via my EMAIL Address.
HMMM!
Is Gerash pissed?! We shall see, maybe.
I'm getting hungry now at 1936, and working on one last beer. Sip.
Beer #9, in fact. Yez... (thump)
Then I'm gonna eat! Hongry!
Supper will be 'Soy Sauce Chicken,' (Baked Chicken and Soy Sauce), with a variety of sauteed veggies (onions, broccoli, zuchinni, carrots, and red pepper) over a mixture of white and brown rice. I whip it up myself. I then run the soy sauce chicken through a blender (boom) because I have no lower teeth at my advanced age of 78 years. (My (plastic) lower teeth disappeared one night. (Your guess is as good as mine. 'They' have not been able to steal my upper teeth yet because I sleep with them 'in.' It's a long boring story.) When it's time to eat I mix the chicken and the veggies with the rice, heat it in the microwave, add more soy sauce, and munch out. Yum!
As to what happens next, I have no (tap) specific understanding. Butt I know that the food will work its way down the digestive tract over time, and will eventually be expelled into the toilet, flushed into the Sewer System, and forgotten.
Enjoy Now.
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Sipping on beer #9 at 1816, buzzing boringly. Let's get off this subject. Shall we? Yes we shall.
Kootch and I were watching 'Nothingness' today as she ate supper and I drank my first beer. It was recorded from the Science Channel. I associate that idea with 'nonexistence.' But apparently, 'Nothingness' and 'nonexistence' are not exactly the same thing. 'Nothingness' is 'something!' And 'nonexistence' is self-explanitory.
What difference does it make!? Sip.
My 'parents' told me that I was going to live forever in Heaven or Hell depending on how I behaved while I was alive. I believed it at first, but I eventually rejected the idea as 'mythology.'
I figured that since I did not exist except in this life, I should not worry about what happens after the end of this life. I invented the mantra, 'Before I was born, nothing happened. After I die, nothing will happen.' Only 'now' really exists. Enjoy now.
Nighty-night!
Sipping on beer #9 at 1816, buzzing boringly. Let's get off this subject. Shall we? Yes we shall.
Kootch and I were watching 'Nothingness' today as she ate supper and I drank my first beer. It was recorded from the Science Channel. I associate that idea with 'nonexistence.' But apparently, 'Nothingness' and 'nonexistence' are not exactly the same thing. 'Nothingness' is 'something!' And 'nonexistence' is self-explanitory.
What difference does it make!? Sip.
My 'parents' told me that I was going to live forever in Heaven or Hell depending on how I behaved while I was alive. I believed it at first, but I eventually rejected the idea as 'mythology.'
I figured that since I did not exist except in this life, I should not worry about what happens after the end of this life. I invented the mantra, 'Before I was born, nothing happened. After I die, nothing will happen.' Only 'now' really exists. Enjoy now.
Nighty-night!
Dumbass.
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Interestingly, I am not really that 'antiSemitic.' Gerash uses that 'canard' to justify his stalking. He wants you to think that he lurks above me and below me and next door to me, watching, waiting... guarding fellow Jews against this AntiSemitic Irish/German monster who has in his possession a .357 magnum revolver, who any day now, will decide to invade a Jewish religious service on The Sabbath Day and kill hundreds of Jews. Nope. Not so.
Unlike Gerash, I think that every human life is sacred. Inviolable. Human privacy is to be respected. Human Beings are to be 'sampled' communicatively in search of the 'like-minded.'
But not violated.
Gerash violates. Gerash lacks 'Social Intelligence.' On the scale of 'IQ' Gerash must rate about 100 (normal). But on the scale of 'SQ' Gerash must rate about 80 (dumbass).
Interestingly, I am not really that 'antiSemitic.' Gerash uses that 'canard' to justify his stalking. He wants you to think that he lurks above me and below me and next door to me, watching, waiting... guarding fellow Jews against this AntiSemitic Irish/German monster who has in his possession a .357 magnum revolver, who any day now, will decide to invade a Jewish religious service on The Sabbath Day and kill hundreds of Jews. Nope. Not so.
Unlike Gerash, I think that every human life is sacred. Inviolable. Human privacy is to be respected. Human Beings are to be 'sampled' communicatively in search of the 'like-minded.'
But not violated.
Gerash violates. Gerash lacks 'Social Intelligence.' On the scale of 'IQ' Gerash must rate about 100 (normal). But on the scale of 'SQ' Gerash must rate about 80 (dumbass).
Royal Flush?
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Sipping on beer #5 at 1632. Sip. Kootch likes me when I'm drunk. Sip. Hmm. I should prepare better. On the other hand I like spontaneity. Kootch just waved 'Goodnight.' Shall we do an 'interview?' Yas! (thumps above seem to indicate 'approval).
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in: Why don't you allow 'comments.'
me: That way I avoid 'stalker comments.'
in: But you also miss other comments and suggestions.
me: True.
in: Therefore?
me: Therefore I control.
in: But you pay a price.
me: Everything has a price.
in: ...
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At which point the interviewer abandoned the interview.
Hmm. Now what? (Isn't this fun!)
The point of this little scenerio is that 'The Bully is everywhere.' For me, Gerash (and his money) is the bully.
I can only speculate, of course, but Gerash apparently likes the smell of my shit. That, apparently is a fairly common human condition. It is shameful of course. Therefore Gerash tortures me for his attraction to my excrement. Make sense? Said torture also tends to indicate that Gerash tortures me for my 'antisemitism,' not for his shame. He wants you to know that he tortures me. He wants you to think that he tortures me for my 'antisemitism.'
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By the way, Gerash can apparently 'intercept' our (tap) excrement when we flush it.
Sipping on beer #5 at 1632. Sip. Kootch likes me when I'm drunk. Sip. Hmm. I should prepare better. On the other hand I like spontaneity. Kootch just waved 'Goodnight.' Shall we do an 'interview?' Yas! (thumps above seem to indicate 'approval).
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in: Why don't you allow 'comments.'
me: That way I avoid 'stalker comments.'
in: But you also miss other comments and suggestions.
me: True.
in: Therefore?
me: Therefore I control.
in: But you pay a price.
me: Everything has a price.
in: ...
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At which point the interviewer abandoned the interview.
Hmm. Now what? (Isn't this fun!)
The point of this little scenerio is that 'The Bully is everywhere.' For me, Gerash (and his money) is the bully.
I can only speculate, of course, but Gerash apparently likes the smell of my shit. That, apparently is a fairly common human condition. It is shameful of course. Therefore Gerash tortures me for his attraction to my excrement. Make sense? Said torture also tends to indicate that Gerash tortures me for my 'antisemitism,' not for his shame. He wants you to know that he tortures me. He wants you to think that he tortures me for my 'antisemitism.'
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By the way, Gerash can apparently 'intercept' our (tap) excrement when we flush it.
The Map and the Territory.
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Before I get too drunk, I should mention that CNN recently had an interview with Alan Greenspan concerning his new book (The Map and the Territory).(http://www.amazon.com/Alan-Greenspan/e/B001ILHEUO). Apparently, Greenspan (recent Fed Chairman) did not see the 2008 financial debacle approaching. I'm wondering what his new book has to say about the repeal of the Glass-Steagal legislation, passed during the Roosevelt Administration and intended to prevent a recurrence of the financial disaster of 1929, then repealed during the Clinton administration for some strange reason. Hmm. Lessee... um... Just wondering.
Which leaves me out of ideas at the moment. Sip. And it's only 1603.
As you can see by how I am posting links, my Blogger Editor is fucked up. The problem seems to be that the editor will not allow me to control the position of the cursor using the mouse arrow (position indicator). Can we fix that please, Blogger? No? Huh?
Before I get too drunk, I should mention that CNN recently had an interview with Alan Greenspan concerning his new book (The Map and the Territory).(http://www.amazon.com/Alan-Greenspan/e/B001ILHEUO). Apparently, Greenspan (recent Fed Chairman) did not see the 2008 financial debacle approaching. I'm wondering what his new book has to say about the repeal of the Glass-Steagal legislation, passed during the Roosevelt Administration and intended to prevent a recurrence of the financial disaster of 1929, then repealed during the Clinton administration for some strange reason. Hmm. Lessee... um... Just wondering.
Which leaves me out of ideas at the moment. Sip. And it's only 1603.
As you can see by how I am posting links, my Blogger Editor is fucked up. The problem seems to be that the editor will not allow me to control the position of the cursor using the mouse arrow (position indicator). Can we fix that please, Blogger? No? Huh?
Self-Analysis is Cheaper and Better.
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Sipping on beer #1 at 1457. Sip. My 'sober' re-reading of last week's posts (Sunday) was quite unpleasant and I am now curious to re-read it with a buzz-on before I modify or delete anything. Sip. End of beer #1 at 1505... First sip of beer #2 at 1507. Buzzing slightly. Last night's bedroom torture chamber was not quite as violent as last week, but I woke up vibrating to pulsed microwave radiation on several occasions, as usual. The routine seems to be, 'Allow four hours sleep, then punish the subject with various modes until he finally gives up and gets out of bed.' My log reads, 'Bed at 0100; up at 1030.' I estimate that I got about 5 hours of actual sleep.' Sip. That leaves about 5 hours of radiation torture (not including the initial 30 minutes or so to fall asleep the first time). Sip. (Now (at 1523) being zapped in the face with continuous microwave rad, causing nasal swelling and mucus flows. Source appears to be from the right side, but I can't tell whether it is from above or below or both. Now at 1526 both nasal openings dripping mucus. I intercept the slightly salty river of mucus with my tongue from time to time...
Ok. Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1532. Time to go into self-psychoanalytic mode and reread last week's posts again... Ok. I don't like the 'hip deep' metaphor, and I apologize to Coulter and Dershowitz, but I'll leave it intact for now. Sip.
Sipping on beer #1 at 1457. Sip. My 'sober' re-reading of last week's posts (Sunday) was quite unpleasant and I am now curious to re-read it with a buzz-on before I modify or delete anything. Sip. End of beer #1 at 1505... First sip of beer #2 at 1507. Buzzing slightly. Last night's bedroom torture chamber was not quite as violent as last week, but I woke up vibrating to pulsed microwave radiation on several occasions, as usual. The routine seems to be, 'Allow four hours sleep, then punish the subject with various modes until he finally gives up and gets out of bed.' My log reads, 'Bed at 0100; up at 1030.' I estimate that I got about 5 hours of actual sleep.' Sip. That leaves about 5 hours of radiation torture (not including the initial 30 minutes or so to fall asleep the first time). Sip. (Now (at 1523) being zapped in the face with continuous microwave rad, causing nasal swelling and mucus flows. Source appears to be from the right side, but I can't tell whether it is from above or below or both. Now at 1526 both nasal openings dripping mucus. I intercept the slightly salty river of mucus with my tongue from time to time...
Ok. Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1532. Time to go into self-psychoanalytic mode and reread last week's posts again... Ok. I don't like the 'hip deep' metaphor, and I apologize to Coulter and Dershowitz, but I'll leave it intact for now. Sip.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Post interrupted by hunger.
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Back from the fridge with beer #7. Sip. 12 beers left. Sip. Buzzing appropriately. Sip. Can we change the subject? Yes we can. Before we do, think about where we are: We are mired in ugly. We are hip-deep in shit. Jewish shit. We need to acknowlege that. But we also need to move on. We want beauty, not ugly.
I have already mentioned the Science Channel and the other channels. We know that YOUTUBE has beauty... shall we? Sip.
(At which point I decided to end tonight' booze run and eat supper! Yum!)
Back from the fridge with beer #7. Sip. 12 beers left. Sip. Buzzing appropriately. Sip. Can we change the subject? Yes we can. Before we do, think about where we are: We are mired in ugly. We are hip-deep in shit. Jewish shit. We need to acknowlege that. But we also need to move on. We want beauty, not ugly.
I have already mentioned the Science Channel and the other channels. We know that YOUTUBE has beauty... shall we? Sip.
(At which point I decided to end tonight' booze run and eat supper! Yum!)
Jewish Fun.
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I should mention that Gerash and/or his 'employees' really zapped me with huge amounts of microwave energy last night as I tried to sleep. It was a Hellish 12 hour night which produced about 4-5 hours of actual sleep. I got in a two hour nap this afternoon which was also punctuated by heavy microwave attacks. This is what Gerash does best!
I just returned from the fridge with beer # ? and noticed that the CNN version of JEWMEDIA is concentrating on the girl who was 'bullied to death' (thump) by other girls. I suppose that this is intended to convince us that girls are even more vicious than circumcised (Jewified) boys. I ain't buying it. Sip. If you are 'buying it' you are a dumbass. Sip. Fuck! Alan Dershowitz, creepy Jew lawyer, is now followed by Ann Coulter, bat shit looney bitch! (Damn this is fun!) CNN seems to be going downhill fast. Sip. When CNN finally hits bottom, will it bounce? Or will it crumble... (I think it will splatter.)
Not that I am for bullying. Not at all. Gerash is a Bully. Gerash uses his money (tap) to buy personal and technological assets to bully me. It's his hobby. It's expensive but he can afford it. He does what he likes. He does what 'comes natural.' He is a circumcised Jew. He thinks that he has created an 'anti-semite worth zapping' and he wants all you other dumbass Jews out there to admire him for that. Emulate him: Find an innocent Irishman. Over the years, turn him into an Antisemite. Punish him for that. Such Jewish fun!
I should mention that Gerash and/or his 'employees' really zapped me with huge amounts of microwave energy last night as I tried to sleep. It was a Hellish 12 hour night which produced about 4-5 hours of actual sleep. I got in a two hour nap this afternoon which was also punctuated by heavy microwave attacks. This is what Gerash does best!
I just returned from the fridge with beer # ? and noticed that the CNN version of JEWMEDIA is concentrating on the girl who was 'bullied to death' (thump) by other girls. I suppose that this is intended to convince us that girls are even more vicious than circumcised (Jewified) boys. I ain't buying it. Sip. If you are 'buying it' you are a dumbass. Sip. Fuck! Alan Dershowitz, creepy Jew lawyer, is now followed by Ann Coulter, bat shit looney bitch! (Damn this is fun!) CNN seems to be going downhill fast. Sip. When CNN finally hits bottom, will it bounce? Or will it crumble... (I think it will splatter.)
Not that I am for bullying. Not at all. Gerash is a Bully. Gerash uses his money (tap) to buy personal and technological assets to bully me. It's his hobby. It's expensive but he can afford it. He does what he likes. He does what 'comes natural.' He is a circumcised Jew. He thinks that he has created an 'anti-semite worth zapping' and he wants all you other dumbass Jews out there to admire him for that. Emulate him: Find an innocent Irishman. Over the years, turn him into an Antisemite. Punish him for that. Such Jewish fun!
Such is Life. Sip.
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Kootch doesn't think like that. She concerns herself only with 'the immediate.' She lives her life gracefully, dutifully, methodically, dispassionately, surrounded by an 'other' culture. 'Such is life: Seven times down, eight times up.'
Kootch endures, bored. I play, fascinated. (boom)
Butt what about Gerash? Gerash hates. Gerash is the definitive 'self-hating Jew.' Gerash literally hates what he is and who he is. Gerash cannot have fun. He has no concept of 'playfulness.' Gerash is 'seriousness itself turned inward against itself.' Gerash hates. It's what he does best. Gerash is broken beyond repair. Gerash will never recover from what he is.
I play. I drink. I did Acid (Thank you Gerash!) I did Marijuana. (Thank you Gerash!) I did Snap Rolls and Hammerheads. I did stalls and spins. I might even do Marijuana again! (Come on January!) (I love you Colorado!)
Sip.
Kootch doesn't think like that. She concerns herself only with 'the immediate.' She lives her life gracefully, dutifully, methodically, dispassionately, surrounded by an 'other' culture. 'Such is life: Seven times down, eight times up.'
Kootch endures, bored. I play, fascinated. (boom)
Butt what about Gerash? Gerash hates. Gerash is the definitive 'self-hating Jew.' Gerash literally hates what he is and who he is. Gerash cannot have fun. He has no concept of 'playfulness.' Gerash is 'seriousness itself turned inward against itself.' Gerash hates. It's what he does best. Gerash is broken beyond repair. Gerash will never recover from what he is.
I play. I drink. I did Acid (Thank you Gerash!) I did Marijuana. (Thank you Gerash!) I did Snap Rolls and Hammerheads. I did stalls and spins. I might even do Marijuana again! (Come on January!) (I love you Colorado!)
Sip.
Surprise! You are a...
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End of beer #1 at 1726. Buzzing slightly. Now sipping on beer #2 at 1728. 17 beers left. Sip. Time to reread last week... Yep. Its fun for me to think like that. Indeed, one of the benefits of being Nontheistic is that there are no 'explanations,' no 'answers' to the big questions. Everything is a mystery. Everything! I love it! Sip.
I recently discovered The Science Channel, and The Smithsonian Channel on the Comcast version of JEWMEDIA. Fun. I should have mentioned this last week but I forgot. There is also the H2 channel (History 2?). Interestingly, both my old TiVo and my new Tivo could receive that channel, but recently my new Tivo cannot (tap) find the signal. Did you know that The Universe is 'infinite'? And that there are lots of other universes? You can't find this stuff in The Bible, folks. Sip. You can find it in the Science Channel program, 'How Big is the Universe?'
Then there's the small stuff. We don't sweat that, right? I plan to watch the program, 'How Small is the Universe' when I recover from tomorrow's hangover. Sip. Ever heard of 'String Theory?'
I forget who said that veriest truth about our universe many years ago: 'The Universe is not only stranger than we imagine, the universe is stranger than we can imagine.' I like that! Surprise me!
End of beer #1 at 1726. Buzzing slightly. Now sipping on beer #2 at 1728. 17 beers left. Sip. Time to reread last week... Yep. Its fun for me to think like that. Indeed, one of the benefits of being Nontheistic is that there are no 'explanations,' no 'answers' to the big questions. Everything is a mystery. Everything! I love it! Sip.
I recently discovered The Science Channel, and The Smithsonian Channel on the Comcast version of JEWMEDIA. Fun. I should have mentioned this last week but I forgot. There is also the H2 channel (History 2?). Interestingly, both my old TiVo and my new Tivo could receive that channel, but recently my new Tivo cannot (tap) find the signal. Did you know that The Universe is 'infinite'? And that there are lots of other universes? You can't find this stuff in The Bible, folks. Sip. You can find it in the Science Channel program, 'How Big is the Universe?'
Then there's the small stuff. We don't sweat that, right? I plan to watch the program, 'How Small is the Universe' when I recover from tomorrow's hangover. Sip. Ever heard of 'String Theory?'
I forget who said that veriest truth about our universe many years ago: 'The Universe is not only stranger than we imagine, the universe is stranger than we can imagine.' I like that! Surprise me!
Friday, October 11, 2013
Modernity Rules!
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Lessee... I left off with the thought that Islam is 'fractionated.' There seems to be no 'central authority.' Therefore Islam will react to Modernity over a broad nebulous front with no 'strong points.' The conversion of Islam to Modernity will take a long painful time. Place your financial and cultural bets and, dig in. Pray if you must, but don't expect 'results' in the near future.
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I think like that. Really. I am one 'aloof muthafuka.' Especially when drunk. Sip.
But the 'lesson' is clear: Modernity Rules! Better get used to it.
Think of it this way:
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I have The Brown Telephone, you don't.
I can therefore talk to God at any time. You can't.
And I prefer not to dial God's number except on 'extreme' occasions. Does that give you a hint?
(By the way, 'they' stopped.)
Lessee... I left off with the thought that Islam is 'fractionated.' There seems to be no 'central authority.' Therefore Islam will react to Modernity over a broad nebulous front with no 'strong points.' The conversion of Islam to Modernity will take a long painful time. Place your financial and cultural bets and, dig in. Pray if you must, but don't expect 'results' in the near future.
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I think like that. Really. I am one 'aloof muthafuka.' Especially when drunk. Sip.
But the 'lesson' is clear: Modernity Rules! Better get used to it.
Think of it this way:
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I have The Brown Telephone, you don't.
I can therefore talk to God at any time. You can't.
And I prefer not to dial God's number except on 'extreme' occasions. Does that give you a hint?
(By the way, 'they' stopped.)
Stop or I Will Fuck You Up.
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Sipping on beer #7 at 2006. Sip. I'm thinking in a broad, general context about current human problems. Sip. Here is how I see the current human problem:
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Science has produced a modern Technology which is so sudden and so overwhelming to Ancient Culture that - all over the Earth - Ancient Culture feels 'under attack.' Ancient Culture fights back using a combination of modern technology and ancient culture. It's only normal, only predictable. Burp. The Pope uses modern tech media in that regard. He is at the apex of power in an ancient culture which is rapidly being overwhelmed by Technology. He understands the meaning of 'catastrophe.' He wants to avoid such a catastrophe. He uses 'modernity' (in the form of modern media) to cushion the cultural shock of 'modernity!' Brilliant move! Indeed, he is suggesting that 'The Church' needs to either change significantly or collapse. And he is 'right on!' Indeed, I would not be at all surprised if The Pope recommends that 'Women Priests' be allowed, and that 'married priests' be allowed. The Pope is The Boss of Christianity, Protestanism notwithstanding. His 'word' is, in a sense, 'law.' As well it should be.
But there is no such 'boss' in modern Islam. Islam is fractionated. And therein lies the problem. (Local Judeo-faggot forces have interfered with my typing this blog again and again as I have been working here at the keyboard. I have a message to those 'forces:' 'Stop. Or I will fuck you up!'
Sipping on beer #7 at 2006. Sip. I'm thinking in a broad, general context about current human problems. Sip. Here is how I see the current human problem:
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Science has produced a modern Technology which is so sudden and so overwhelming to Ancient Culture that - all over the Earth - Ancient Culture feels 'under attack.' Ancient Culture fights back using a combination of modern technology and ancient culture. It's only normal, only predictable. Burp. The Pope uses modern tech media in that regard. He is at the apex of power in an ancient culture which is rapidly being overwhelmed by Technology. He understands the meaning of 'catastrophe.' He wants to avoid such a catastrophe. He uses 'modernity' (in the form of modern media) to cushion the cultural shock of 'modernity!' Brilliant move! Indeed, he is suggesting that 'The Church' needs to either change significantly or collapse. And he is 'right on!' Indeed, I would not be at all surprised if The Pope recommends that 'Women Priests' be allowed, and that 'married priests' be allowed. The Pope is The Boss of Christianity, Protestanism notwithstanding. His 'word' is, in a sense, 'law.' As well it should be.
But there is no such 'boss' in modern Islam. Islam is fractionated. And therein lies the problem. (Local Judeo-faggot forces have interfered with my typing this blog again and again as I have been working here at the keyboard. I have a message to those 'forces:' 'Stop. Or I will fuck you up!'
Everything is Connected!
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Shall we change this odious subject? Yes we shall for now. Sip.
As you know, I have recently been doing a series on sexual mutilation and musical art. I infer that some musical art is partially a 'subliminal expression' of anger and regret due to being sexually mutilated as an infant. If I am correct, it would tend to show how profoundly sexual mutilation can affect the unfortunate victim and his future life. Everything is connected!
My latest conjecture in this regard is the very famous Beatles song, 'Hey Jude' Indeed, I would place 'Hey Jude' at the very top of the that list!
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDdI7GhZSQA) (Notice the font change.)
(Can I get my font back? Yes. Thank you.)
You can find other 'interpretations' of this Beatles' song. I read a few of them today. I don't know whether my particular interpretation is among them, but I am pretty sure that it has merit. (If you really want to know, ask Paul. And while you're at it, ask him about 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDl0qPfkSRw).
As you might imagine, my life has relatively few connections. Even so, I would prefer to eliminate some of the unwanted existing ones.
Shall we change this odious subject? Yes we shall for now. Sip.
As you know, I have recently been doing a series on sexual mutilation and musical art. I infer that some musical art is partially a 'subliminal expression' of anger and regret due to being sexually mutilated as an infant. If I am correct, it would tend to show how profoundly sexual mutilation can affect the unfortunate victim and his future life. Everything is connected!
My latest conjecture in this regard is the very famous Beatles song, 'Hey Jude' Indeed, I would place 'Hey Jude' at the very top of the that list!
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDdI7GhZSQA) (Notice the font change.)
(Can I get my font back? Yes. Thank you.)
You can find other 'interpretations' of this Beatles' song. I read a few of them today. I don't know whether my particular interpretation is among them, but I am pretty sure that it has merit. (If you really want to know, ask Paul. And while you're at it, ask him about 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDl0qPfkSRw).
As you might imagine, my life has relatively few connections. Even so, I would prefer to eliminate some of the unwanted existing ones.
Bizarre. Remember This.
(1)
Sipping on beer #1 (of 16) at 1659. Sip. Time to reread last week... Yep. It seemed to end a bit suddenly (thump) for some reason. Hmm. End of beer #1 at 1711. (That was quick! Burp.)
Back with beer #2 at 1715, buzzing somewhat. Left nasal mucosa swelling; nose running slightly (tap).
Let's get this 'bathroom thread' out of the way before we get too drunk, shall we? We shall. Sip. (Both nostrils are literally dripping now; The two watery mucus flows join on the upper lip, flow down a single path over the lips, then drip from the chin, nicely confirming Newton's (?) theory of gravity.)
Many years would pass before it finally dawned on me that there was more to that 'bathroom tapping' than I had previously thought. It was much more than 'harrassment.' The 'real' reason (heavy 'face rad' now as both nasal mucosa begin swelling and both eyes water) was to get me to turn on that fan! True, the fan tended to mask 'bathroom sounds,' (to my benefit) but it also forced ambient air up through the potty exhaust pipe where it could be intercepted and redirected into the bathroom above! That realization was a 'thump the front of your head with the butt of your hand' moment: The stalker wanted to smell our bathroom ambient air! Yuck.
It made no sense at the time, butt I later conjectured that since male homosexuals spent lots of time in 'men's rooms' looking for like-minded sexual partners (back in those days), and since much of that time must have been spent in a highly erotic state, in a very smelly place, many homosexuals must have become 'sexually imprinted' on the smell of shit.
This realization brought back a memory, which in light of that 'theory,' finally made sense to me: I was sitting alone in the potty, pooping. I had been playing chess at the Denver Chess Club. Gerash walked in, strolled past me to the urinals, and as he did so, noisily inhaled a huge breath of the ambient potty air, and exhaled a long, noisy, 'Aaaahhh!' My first impression was that he was enjoying the smell! But I rejected the thought in view of the 'fact' that everybody finds the smell of excrement disgusting. Nevertheless, the incident remained in my memory, tagged as, 'Bizarre. Remember this.'
Sipping on beer #1 (of 16) at 1659. Sip. Time to reread last week... Yep. It seemed to end a bit suddenly (thump) for some reason. Hmm. End of beer #1 at 1711. (That was quick! Burp.)
Back with beer #2 at 1715, buzzing somewhat. Left nasal mucosa swelling; nose running slightly (tap).
Let's get this 'bathroom thread' out of the way before we get too drunk, shall we? We shall. Sip. (Both nostrils are literally dripping now; The two watery mucus flows join on the upper lip, flow down a single path over the lips, then drip from the chin, nicely confirming Newton's (?) theory of gravity.)
Many years would pass before it finally dawned on me that there was more to that 'bathroom tapping' than I had previously thought. It was much more than 'harrassment.' The 'real' reason (heavy 'face rad' now as both nasal mucosa begin swelling and both eyes water) was to get me to turn on that fan! True, the fan tended to mask 'bathroom sounds,' (to my benefit) but it also forced ambient air up through the potty exhaust pipe where it could be intercepted and redirected into the bathroom above! That realization was a 'thump the front of your head with the butt of your hand' moment: The stalker wanted to smell our bathroom ambient air! Yuck.
It made no sense at the time, butt I later conjectured that since male homosexuals spent lots of time in 'men's rooms' looking for like-minded sexual partners (back in those days), and since much of that time must have been spent in a highly erotic state, in a very smelly place, many homosexuals must have become 'sexually imprinted' on the smell of shit.
This realization brought back a memory, which in light of that 'theory,' finally made sense to me: I was sitting alone in the potty, pooping. I had been playing chess at the Denver Chess Club. Gerash walked in, strolled past me to the urinals, and as he did so, noisily inhaled a huge breath of the ambient potty air, and exhaled a long, noisy, 'Aaaahhh!' My first impression was that he was enjoying the smell! But I rejected the thought in view of the 'fact' that everybody finds the smell of excrement disgusting. Nevertheless, the incident remained in my memory, tagged as, 'Bizarre. Remember this.'
Friday, October 04, 2013
Power and Control.
(8)
I am no mouse, of course, and I understand (finally!) what is going on with that Jewish microwave crap. And I can and do take defensive measures against it on a regular basis. Those defensive measures work, but not entirely.
What is a 'Microwave Cannon?'
((http://www.yrdeboer.nl/MagnoWave/ShowMagnoWavePics.html)
The photographs are quite explanatory: The microwave output (from the Magnetron) is channeled down a rectangular wave guide which is capped with a 'horn antenna' which 'focuses' microwave energy in a particular direction. You can aim it at your apartment neighbor.
The device shown in the photographs is a relatively primitive device. The Microwave Cannon has since been improved significantly. Gerash uses electronic means to 'pulse' the microwave output. The pulse rate can be varied. The pulse width can also be varied. Alternatively, the magnetron output can be directed in 'continuous wave.'
'Continuous Wave' causes the most heating and the most nerve/muscle response. Pulsed mode, on the other hand causes intermittent (pulsed) nerve/muscle reactions. The 'target' feels his muscles 'vibrating' on (tap) and off with each pulse. Gerash usually 'wakes me up' using 'pulse mode.' I often wake up 'vibrating' as they zap me from above and below with pulsed microwave energy! Gerash can control my 'sleep time!'
Microwave Cannons use lots of energy, of course. An ACSD investigation of the apartments above and below would ordinarily reveal huge amounts of energy use by those apartments, and buttress my version concerning what is actually going on. Gerash knows that. He therefore 'steals' energy from our apartment (and possibly other local sources) by tapping our local wiring. I have long suspected this, and (tap) until a couple of years ago, bizarre 'power fluctuations' tended to confirm the hypotheses. Recently, however, there have been little or no such indications. Sip.
I am no mouse, of course, and I understand (finally!) what is going on with that Jewish microwave crap. And I can and do take defensive measures against it on a regular basis. Those defensive measures work, but not entirely.
What is a 'Microwave Cannon?'
((http://www.yrdeboer.nl/MagnoWave/ShowMagnoWavePics.html)
The photographs are quite explanatory: The microwave output (from the Magnetron) is channeled down a rectangular wave guide which is capped with a 'horn antenna' which 'focuses' microwave energy in a particular direction. You can aim it at your apartment neighbor.
The device shown in the photographs is a relatively primitive device. The Microwave Cannon has since been improved significantly. Gerash uses electronic means to 'pulse' the microwave output. The pulse rate can be varied. The pulse width can also be varied. Alternatively, the magnetron output can be directed in 'continuous wave.'
'Continuous Wave' causes the most heating and the most nerve/muscle response. Pulsed mode, on the other hand causes intermittent (pulsed) nerve/muscle reactions. The 'target' feels his muscles 'vibrating' on (tap) and off with each pulse. Gerash usually 'wakes me up' using 'pulse mode.' I often wake up 'vibrating' as they zap me from above and below with pulsed microwave energy! Gerash can control my 'sleep time!'
Microwave Cannons use lots of energy, of course. An ACSD investigation of the apartments above and below would ordinarily reveal huge amounts of energy use by those apartments, and buttress my version concerning what is actually going on. Gerash knows that. He therefore 'steals' energy from our apartment (and possibly other local sources) by tapping our local wiring. I have long suspected this, and (tap) until a couple of years ago, bizarre 'power fluctuations' tended to confirm the hypotheses. Recently, however, there have been little or no such indications. Sip.
Warning! Do Not Try This at Home!
(7)
Here is my interpretation of the conjectured experimental result:
The poor mouse was suddenly subjected to intense microwave radiation which instantly penetrated its entire body. All muscle tissue instantly 'froze up,' making the mouse 'rigid.' The volunteer mouse brain was also instantly overwhelmed with a sort of 'universal always on' condition. In effect, all 'information flow' ceased to exist within the volunteer mouse's CNS, and as a result the volunteer mouse appeared to freeze, then plop. The mouse died in less than a minute, after only several seconds of total microwave immersion.
Warning! Do not try this at home! Especially not with your pet mouse!
Sip.
Here is my interpretation of the conjectured experimental result:
The poor mouse was suddenly subjected to intense microwave radiation which instantly penetrated its entire body. All muscle tissue instantly 'froze up,' making the mouse 'rigid.' The volunteer mouse brain was also instantly overwhelmed with a sort of 'universal always on' condition. In effect, all 'information flow' ceased to exist within the volunteer mouse's CNS, and as a result the volunteer mouse appeared to freeze, then plop. The mouse died in less than a minute, after only several seconds of total microwave immersion.
Warning! Do not try this at home! Especially not with your pet mouse!
Sip.
The Volunteer Mouse Experiment.
(6)
Sipping on beer #8 at 2007. Sip. Damn this is fun! Sip.
Working on beer #9 at 2034. Sip. Huh? What happened? I did some, uh, 'Blog Maintenence' or something. I think. Sip.
I 'exposed Gerash and The Jews.' My blog had very few readers (I suppose). No problem. I just wanted to 'write my diary.'
(Nasal swelling and general facial discomfort and constant mucus 'snuffing' indicates that I am now being zapped with heavy microwave radiation. Let me explain:
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You have a 'Microwave Oven.' You use it to Heat food and water. But you are curious: 'Suppose I put my hand inside my microwave oven and turn on the power. Will it burn my hand?'
Good question! Congratulations! You have invented an experiment!
But when you try to turn on the microwave oven with your hand inside in order to do that experiment, you discover that 'nothing happens.' Darn. You eventually discover that there is a 'door interlock' on your oven which prevents the oven from operating with the door open. Therefore you cannot test your theory.
This clues you in to what you had already suspected: 'Yes, it would burn your hand.' And furthermore the maker of that oven engineered an 'interlock' into that oven which prevents you - dumbass that you are - from burning your hand in their oven. (Another pee, and a faint boom from above. Also another nose blow.)
But you are determined to answer the question. You find a volunteer mouse. You put that mouse into the oven and turn on the power. The mouse jumps, then collapses (No I have never done this experiment and I would never do this experiment, but after years of being bombarded by microwaves I can theorize concerning this experiment).
You are surprised by the 'suddenness' of the result. You open the oven door and feel the mouse volunteer. She is not unusually warm. Hmm! But the experiment only took about 5 seconds. Hmm.
Something unobvious seems to have been going on.
What?
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Sipping on beer #8 at 2007. Sip. Damn this is fun! Sip.
Working on beer #9 at 2034. Sip. Huh? What happened? I did some, uh, 'Blog Maintenence' or something. I think. Sip.
I 'exposed Gerash and The Jews.' My blog had very few readers (I suppose). No problem. I just wanted to 'write my diary.'
(Nasal swelling and general facial discomfort and constant mucus 'snuffing' indicates that I am now being zapped with heavy microwave radiation. Let me explain:
----------
You have a 'Microwave Oven.' You use it to Heat food and water. But you are curious: 'Suppose I put my hand inside my microwave oven and turn on the power. Will it burn my hand?'
Good question! Congratulations! You have invented an experiment!
But when you try to turn on the microwave oven with your hand inside in order to do that experiment, you discover that 'nothing happens.' Darn. You eventually discover that there is a 'door interlock' on your oven which prevents the oven from operating with the door open. Therefore you cannot test your theory.
This clues you in to what you had already suspected: 'Yes, it would burn your hand.' And furthermore the maker of that oven engineered an 'interlock' into that oven which prevents you - dumbass that you are - from burning your hand in their oven. (Another pee, and a faint boom from above. Also another nose blow.)
But you are determined to answer the question. You find a volunteer mouse. You put that mouse into the oven and turn on the power. The mouse jumps, then collapses (No I have never done this experiment and I would never do this experiment, but after years of being bombarded by microwaves I can theorize concerning this experiment).
You are surprised by the 'suddenness' of the result. You open the oven door and feel the mouse volunteer. She is not unusually warm. Hmm! But the experiment only took about 5 seconds. Hmm.
Something unobvious seems to have been going on.
What?
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Health Reasons? Huh?
(5)
Back from the fridge with beer #6 at 1825. Sip. Buzzing nominally. Sip. Where was I? Standby... Ah! Blogger!
I was probably (tap above) the first 'blogger.' Gerash (et al) began 'reading my diary' back in the '80s with the aid of a complex system of eavesdropping (Van Ek Eavesdropping) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Van_Eck_phreaking which used intercepted radiation from a CRT to reconstruct information on that CRT, then display that same information on a nearby CRT. I was working on my own version of an encrypted word processor at that time, using my Apple II+ and my Apple IIE. I hoped to sell my word processor commercially after perfecting it. I abandoned work (tap) on that project soon after learning about the Van Ek technique, and then began writing my first electronic diary. I wrote my diary from about 1988 to about 2004, when I switched to Blogger. I became aware very early on that my 'Personal Diary' was being somehow 'read' by 'unauthorized persons.' That 'awareness' blossomed over time as (thump) the stalkers arranged (thump) 'unbelievable coincidences' in my everyday life. Even Local TV Media seemed to be aware of what was going on! HUH? (tap above).
In 1993 I read a book (Circumcision: An American Health Fallacy). I was curious about whether Muslims were as circumcised as Jews. Yes they were! And in that book I discovered the history of an American Tragedy: After WW-II The Jews Circumcised America for 'health reasons.'
Eheh.
Health reasons!
What fine, upstanding American Citizens they were!
'Health reasons?!' I began referring to American Media as, 'The Circumcised Press.'
The CNN version of JEWMEDIA is currently running a series titled, 'Crimes of the Century.' I can almost guarantee you that 'The Circumcision of America in the 20th Century' will not make that list.
Back from the fridge with beer #6 at 1825. Sip. Buzzing nominally. Sip. Where was I? Standby... Ah! Blogger!
I was probably (tap above) the first 'blogger.' Gerash (et al) began 'reading my diary' back in the '80s with the aid of a complex system of eavesdropping (Van Ek Eavesdropping) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Van_Eck_phreaking which used intercepted radiation from a CRT to reconstruct information on that CRT, then display that same information on a nearby CRT. I was working on my own version of an encrypted word processor at that time, using my Apple II+ and my Apple IIE. I hoped to sell my word processor commercially after perfecting it. I abandoned work (tap) on that project soon after learning about the Van Ek technique, and then began writing my first electronic diary. I wrote my diary from about 1988 to about 2004, when I switched to Blogger. I became aware very early on that my 'Personal Diary' was being somehow 'read' by 'unauthorized persons.' That 'awareness' blossomed over time as (thump) the stalkers arranged (thump) 'unbelievable coincidences' in my everyday life. Even Local TV Media seemed to be aware of what was going on! HUH? (tap above).
In 1993 I read a book (Circumcision: An American Health Fallacy). I was curious about whether Muslims were as circumcised as Jews. Yes they were! And in that book I discovered the history of an American Tragedy: After WW-II The Jews Circumcised America for 'health reasons.'
Eheh.
Health reasons!
What fine, upstanding American Citizens they were!
'Health reasons?!' I began referring to American Media as, 'The Circumcised Press.'
The CNN version of JEWMEDIA is currently running a series titled, 'Crimes of the Century.' I can almost guarantee you that 'The Circumcision of America in the 20th Century' will not make that list.
I Discovered Blogger!
(4)
It eventually became obvious to me that the ACSD was actually 'in on it.' Turned out that the police Chief was a closet homosexual who was controlled by the Jews! The 'status' of the current ACSD Chief of Police is (to me), 'Unknown - possibly Jewish'. I long ago stopped bothering the ACSD with 'my little stalking problem.'
Eheh.
I discovered Blogger!
It eventually became obvious to me that the ACSD was actually 'in on it.' Turned out that the police Chief was a closet homosexual who was controlled by the Jews! The 'status' of the current ACSD Chief of Police is (to me), 'Unknown - possibly Jewish'. I long ago stopped bothering the ACSD with 'my little stalking problem.'
Eheh.
I discovered Blogger!
The Current Stalking Situation.
(3)
Now, regarding the current stalking situation, I shall do a simple restatement of what is going on:
1. I am being 'stalked.' This 'stalking' has been going on since at least 1975. There is no doubt about that (so far as I am concerned - others might not agree). (I am now getting 'warnings' from Blogger (tap) concerning the 'save status' of this post. So far, clicking on 'save' is working.)
2. I do not stalk. Nobody, not even Kootch, has ever interested me that much. I have never been 'obsessed' with anybody. (I just 'took a piss,' and the obsessed stalker above tapped the floor (our ceiling) near the bathroom exhaust fan. The stalker has been doing this for many, many years. 'Occupants' move in and out over the years, but the real occupant - the stalker - keeps tapping. Indeed, that 'tapping' alerted me that my bathroom activities were being 'listened to.' As a result, I began suffering from 'bashful bladder syndrome.' I fixed that by turning on the very noisy bathroom fan every time I peed. Sometimes the stalker does not tap, but most of the time he does.)
3. The stalker often taps, or thumps the floor above me in an obvious 'communicative' (tap above) mode. These 'communications' are unwanted. Obsessed stalkers do that (unwanted communications) a lot. Phone calls are (tap) another methodology. I eventually stopped answering the phone and the activity eventually stopped. An early (late '70s) form was the 'Single ring, hangup,' which turned out to be a sign that the phone was 'bugged' such that the bugging device was activated by the ring signal (Infinity Transmitter). Usually the stalker could activate the bugging device silently, simply by dialing the number, but sometimes the phone actually rang. Answering the phone produced only a dial tone. This happened quite a lot in the late '70's. The ACSD seemed to be totally clueless, but they should have known about the device, and they should have warned me.
(continued next post)
Now, regarding the current stalking situation, I shall do a simple restatement of what is going on:
1. I am being 'stalked.' This 'stalking' has been going on since at least 1975. There is no doubt about that (so far as I am concerned - others might not agree). (I am now getting 'warnings' from Blogger (tap) concerning the 'save status' of this post. So far, clicking on 'save' is working.)
2. I do not stalk. Nobody, not even Kootch, has ever interested me that much. I have never been 'obsessed' with anybody. (I just 'took a piss,' and the obsessed stalker above tapped the floor (our ceiling) near the bathroom exhaust fan. The stalker has been doing this for many, many years. 'Occupants' move in and out over the years, but the real occupant - the stalker - keeps tapping. Indeed, that 'tapping' alerted me that my bathroom activities were being 'listened to.' As a result, I began suffering from 'bashful bladder syndrome.' I fixed that by turning on the very noisy bathroom fan every time I peed. Sometimes the stalker does not tap, but most of the time he does.)
3. The stalker often taps, or thumps the floor above me in an obvious 'communicative' (tap above) mode. These 'communications' are unwanted. Obsessed stalkers do that (unwanted communications) a lot. Phone calls are (tap) another methodology. I eventually stopped answering the phone and the activity eventually stopped. An early (late '70s) form was the 'Single ring, hangup,' which turned out to be a sign that the phone was 'bugged' such that the bugging device was activated by the ring signal (Infinity Transmitter). Usually the stalker could activate the bugging device silently, simply by dialing the number, but sometimes the phone actually rang. Answering the phone produced only a dial tone. This happened quite a lot in the late '70's. The ACSD seemed to be totally clueless, but they should have known about the device, and they should have warned me.
(continued next post)
Suspicions Confirmed.
(2)
Alright! Do the 'font select' and you get a cursor!
And we have our answer: Same bizarre format. The cause appears to be the extremely long internet address in (5) below. Apparently, the editor could not handle such a long internet address 'gracefully' and mistook a question mark (?) for a text character, and 'winged it out.' My guess is that the format problem will resolve itself when the problem address is no longer displayed with other text. We shall see.
Alright! Do the 'font select' and you get a cursor!
And we have our answer: Same bizarre format. The cause appears to be the extremely long internet address in (5) below. Apparently, the editor could not handle such a long internet address 'gracefully' and mistook a question mark (?) for a text character, and 'winged it out.' My guess is that the format problem will resolve itself when the problem address is no longer displayed with other text. We shall see.
Bizarre Blog Format.
(1)
Cursor on screen immediately after 'font' selection. Sip. However, I am still unable to 'select' a block of text using the 'left button hold-down.' Appears to be the same problem as the past several weeks. Sip. End of beer #1 at 1557. No buzz yet.
Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1600. Sip. Buzzing very slightly.
As you can no doubt see, (tap) the blog 'format' is wildly different from the previous blog format. Bizarre, in fact. I noticed this last week while half drunk. My drunken brain assumed the worst: 'They' somehow hacked the blog formatting. That pissed me off. Knowing 'They' were listening ('They' are always listening, it seems, at least in our apartment), I made some very sarcastic comments, the exact nature of which I will not go into, partly because I don't remember the exact words (nose dripping for the last ten minutes or so, due to microwave radiation), only the exact subject: poop.
Who was listening, exactly? Gerash? Somebody else? Both Gerash and somebody else? I have no way of knowing, of course, but over the years I have learned that if you are being 'listened to' by 'persons unauthorized' and you know who they are, you can insult them 'ad nausum.'
So I did, but only for a minute or so.
I will now assume that both Gerash and 'others' were listening, and that 'they' retaliated in some fashion, with lies. It is typical Gerash methodology, therefore the assumption is not so 'far-fetched' (another nose blow at 1633).
Ok. Let us now pause, publish this, and see if the blog still retains the bizarre formatting, the exact nature of which I eventually discovered while sober. Shall we?
Cursor on screen immediately after 'font' selection. Sip. However, I am still unable to 'select' a block of text using the 'left button hold-down.' Appears to be the same problem as the past several weeks. Sip. End of beer #1 at 1557. No buzz yet.
Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1600. Sip. Buzzing very slightly.
As you can no doubt see, (tap) the blog 'format' is wildly different from the previous blog format. Bizarre, in fact. I noticed this last week while half drunk. My drunken brain assumed the worst: 'They' somehow hacked the blog formatting. That pissed me off. Knowing 'They' were listening ('They' are always listening, it seems, at least in our apartment), I made some very sarcastic comments, the exact nature of which I will not go into, partly because I don't remember the exact words (nose dripping for the last ten minutes or so, due to microwave radiation), only the exact subject: poop.
Who was listening, exactly? Gerash? Somebody else? Both Gerash and somebody else? I have no way of knowing, of course, but over the years I have learned that if you are being 'listened to' by 'persons unauthorized' and you know who they are, you can insult them 'ad nausum.'
So I did, but only for a minute or so.
I will now assume that both Gerash and 'others' were listening, and that 'they' retaliated in some fashion, with lies. It is typical Gerash methodology, therefore the assumption is not so 'far-fetched' (another nose blow at 1633).
Ok. Let us now pause, publish this, and see if the blog still retains the bizarre formatting, the exact nature of which I eventually discovered while sober. Shall we?
