Affectionate cat

Most cats just run away as part of their nature but this one cat I know that is grey and white is really tame.

I asked myself whether the cat was under some kind of mind control.  He or she could have been emulated by technology to do actions it wouldn't have done on its own accord.  I have a picture of the cat and I will show you, the reader, another day.

Sisters birthday

You know, I never really knew my eldest sister.  Okay, I did know her - but like me, she has been taught to live that way or the other by outsiders.

It would have been helpful if at sixteen she told me I have a mental illness (that I inherited from my father) because I think she knew.  She told me she didn't understand why our mother brought her up so bad but I had it easy from her.  Perhaps life for her in that caravan would have been different if it hadn't of been for the same outsiders harassing our mother way back when that are harassing me presently.

My family are a funny bunch.  I actually have a second sister that I found out I had at eighteen.  She is a now somewhat famous radio personality and she secretly hates her estranged mother too.  In her case, she was estranged.  Plus, the fact she works in radio is something I think I only know.

A family entangled in a web of secrecy can't be right, can it?

I have thought twice about revealing this but I haven't really spoken to my father in almost five or six months.  I know he is still a paedophile and I suspect those colours were flying decades ago.  Today, he hates women and really only loves me.  The way things are going, I will be like him in no time at all from now and if I wanted to achieve anything by telling you, the reader, that then I don't think I want to be like him.  I mean, I am named after him.

Sisters birthday

I'm so jealous.  My sister is over forty years old today.  I hope I live that long.  I guess me and her aren't on good terms because of complications to do with her personal life.  Our mother I don't think really likes her either but makes a point to stay out of her life just like she wants.  Her partner, boyfriend, husband... is something else and I don't think he is who he really says he is.  Or, if not says, then somehow professes he is.

I bet she is part of this cities socialite elite by now and I wouldn't want to ruin that for her by embarrassing her in any way.

I should have known all those years ago that she secretly hated me and still does.  Oh well, if she is reading this I would like her to know that I know why our mother brought her up so wrong but she likely already knows that anyway.  No hard feelings?

Also, I will try and not break our code of silence between us by not letting mother know that we have talked recently.  When we were in contact with each other, six years ago and I think last month... I went away thinking you were trying to persuade me to take sides.  Read paragraph three again.

Congratulations.  You share your birthday with Britney Spears.  I was singing,"Oops, I did it again..." the other day.

Can you imagine this whole entry being spoken to you in a sarcastic tone?  I can.

Fog

Well, welcome to my first entry that deviates away from almost a... the world according to unwashedflyer to something different.

It is summer here in the southern hemisphere and today was our first day of muggy weather.  I woke just before six this morning to see out the window above me, all grey.  It is kind of like the entire planet has like gravitated up to the clouds when fog can get really bad and make visibility a problem.  As I write this, it has cleared but then it is almost three in the afternoon.

Corrections and clarifications

• A clarification.  I don't consider myself a saint of the new world order.  I am more of a slave to their righteousness.  My thoughts are open to public access.  This is wrong.
• From today, the 2nd of December 2010, this blog is going to change.  This blog that does more of a reporting duty will become a diary and should give you more insight.  You will laugh, you will cry.
• Please follow me.  I have no followers.  I would prefer you not be someone who knows me offline but someone in Topeka Kansas for instance.  You need to be registered with either Google or Blogger to do that.

The righteousness of pot users

Poor souls.  Legalised cannibis in peacenik New Zealand is still a pipe-dream.

Cannibis or marijuana isn't the perfect drug no matter how much the often times militant and defiant users will try to convince you it is.

However, the way I see it is this way.  Can't people who choose to do that, do it in their homes legally without the government watching over them like fucking bald headed eagles?  I say this because one can only understand when the government watches over me because of my pornography use.  And no, there is nothing illegal.  Anyway, it is no use.  Because that can go on even with cannibis being illegal.  It is hard to police.

I happened to be thinking about this the other day.  Cannibis is a powerful substance and I just don't feel comfortable (like many others) having that become the norm in public places after it could be made outright legal in this country.

I am sure the government knows what it is doing and plus, they are the ones who end up paying if anything goes wrong and believe me, it does!

Poisoned

Well, not exactly poisoned.  I am still alive.  Either last night or early this morning I foolishly ate what I suspected to be spiked porridge that had some stimulant added to it.  It is why I haven't had any sleep for such a long time.  I was kind of poisoned.

You know, I believe human rights aren't god given.  Human rights are something that everybody has instantly when they enter this world.  It is why I feel against abortion.

But that probably had little to do with what happened.  I know I am a national security threat, and to those government assholes who see me as one... get your target right first?

Thank you.