Childhood

Childhood.  We all had one.  Have I already said that mine was a lie?  If I haven't, then it was.  How do I put this?  I guess to my memory there were events in my early life that probably shouldn't have happened.  We can go back, but if anything changes that will be how it is.  That is my understanding of time travel.

The time when I gave up my new bike to a bully when he demanded he have it, then handed it back and said he was kidding.  Another time when a ten year old girl asked me for sex!  I don't think I believe that still.

Back in the mid-nineties, before the internet, we should have had no idea.

So, I hope I have given you a fleeting glimpse of my childhood that will likely be immortalised in cyberspace from now.

Normality

I will probably go over things I have said previously but if I do, it will be by accident.

I like this blog.  I decided to remove the background image of zero's and one's because I thought it was mis-leading.

People hate me, they really do.  Often times I think what it was like for Paul Reubens of Pee Wee Herman fame.  I wish it was like that for me.  I would just love their hate to bare its teeth but instead they turn it around and make you're the one who hates.

Paul Reubens in some work he found (or rather probably found him) promoting "unscrewamerica.org".  At present, he is listed as doing voiceovers for "The Smurfs 2011" movie.

My life is a lie.  My freedom is a lie.  How must that make one feel?  People don't care.  I care and don't.  I live in this house, which is also a lie.  I live here, being tortured day in and day out by a religious order that is trying to persuade me come hell or highwater to live their way.  They are shoving it down my throat.  I would rather be alone than having to be killed with your hate motivated kindness.

Because of this cult, my life is ruined.  Susan Milne is some kind of crazy woman.  See?  I just named you.  You came in to my high school education with those four others.  How you got the Ministry of Education to employ you all, I don't know.  Woman, there is something wrong with you.  And because of your association with those four others then I don't think me and you are on the same page.  God, I hope your ass gets thrown in jail where it belongs.  Screw you.  There is something wrong with you.  You have ruined my life.

Her number is 00640272735140.  Call her and give an ear full of what this bitch deserves!

Happiness in slavery

Many times recently I struggle to find the words to make up my entries.

I will probably be a slave for the rest of my life.  Now, orgasms are important to me.  Yes, it is a sin - it could be deemed selfish, but I think I would rather be in control than have the machinery do it for me at the will of someone else.

I shouldn't have to do this.  Why me?  When will the hatchet be buried?

I want to say, my blog is looking well in order thanks to the template designer.  I discovered that tool after all this time - four months.  A reminder, the handle 'unwashedflyer' is just one of those random Microsoft generated handles.  It was given to me by them and it stuck.  Expect more changes on the blog.

People should not go or ditch Facebook and come to Blogger if you can do what you can do here.  Facebook appears to me to be plain.  Andrew Zuckerberg is a billionaire, he is a rich Jew.

Day by day

It is 8:45pm, I feel fine.  I know now that I am up against something that is extraordinary.  Or, did I always know that?  A movement.  About one billion catholics.  I was thinking today, is Catholicism creeping in to south east Asia?  That should be a shame.  Asians are rejecting their native religions (Islam or Buddhism) and submitting to a Christianity with some flair.  A?  A Christianity?  God is government.  God is your mind control, weather machines, time travel and invisibility cloaks.  The saints, angels... representatives of this new world order are being paraded through the media.  This is no accident, it is very real.

There you have it.  In a nutshell, that is what you can take away from my entries throughout August and September last year.  But I swear I must have been intoxicated or something... somehow because I wasn't myself.

My life was diverted away from solitary confinement and attempted rehabilitation to street justice that will eventually lead to death.  There is an even bigger picture, and it lie with a new world order agenda and conspiracy that without, just might have changed my life for the better.  None of this would have happened.  Somehow my enemies seem to be ignorant to that truth.  Maybe I just fucked with too many people including a girlfriend I used to have from Melbourne, Australia named Ellie.  I was twelve.  No, this is true.

I would like to find whoever has the Maggie Simpson baby translator and cut off their fingers.  Then the Troy McClure who had a relationship with one of Marge's sisters for the sake of fame.  What am I talking about?  Oh, nevermind.  That is where the truth lay, in the beginning.

Yes, in the beginning there was man... and the rest I don't know.  His name was Adam though which I think is a nice name.  Then Eve.  So thanks Eve, we could have lived till five hundred years old if it wasn't for what you did.  Then, I doubt whether it really did.  We could have just been evolved from apes.

Normality

I think I have tried to find the time, words and effort to do entries like this.

Sometimes I ask myself how different my life would have been in the past and presently if what I thought I had, a normal life, was a reality for me.  Should it be a surprise to anyone that because of my exclusive life, which I could believe to be a lie, has made me but touched others as well?  I mean, it is a lie, frankly.  But it is a truth in the respect that that is how it is. 

What do I mean by exclusive?  I was born in to a life that could have had great things in store for me if I had of cooperated.  But, that doesn't make life, right?  Okay, what I mean is expecting someone to have an obligation to live how you want to them to.  Well, I can find comfort in knowing that my parents always accepted me.  They have been excellent providers.  If anything they didn't like about me I didn't know, they kept it to themselves.  The time I told my mother,"I am bi-sexual".  She said nothing really as her reaction but I think I know she still loves me because she provides for me still.  Is love too strong of a word?  Like?  She likes me?

It actually isn't fair.  People might think I'm lucky but I'm not really.  I'm not blessed?  Blessed?  I hate the word.  Privileged?  We should have known our place instead of trying to fulfill with faith some kind of belief in a religion that never accepted my father, that never should and is something on more thought I should never need.

There is a former past life of my father that I don't know.  I never knew.  My nature is to do alot of guesswork but without probably himself telling me, I will have no certainty.  I know that.

I know life would have been different without these outsiders coming in from going as far back as the sixties and from there, slowly developing their plans for my family.  Their intrusive and unnecessary influence of those outsiders didn't start in 2003.  It didn't start in 1988.  It didn't start back until earlier due to a righteous claim of money and power for their empire that is part of the bigger picture of who they are.  Al Capone used to think he was doing public good with his murderous life of crime.

How do I live?  You, the reader, will know I have a mental illness.  And, when I am alone, I am a very mentally unwell man.  But not only do I have to cope with my mental unwellness, also anger.  I get angry.  Once I got angry so quickly after I felt boiling blood rush to my head.  Now, why do you think that is?  That isn't normal.  Three issues.  The continuous music that plays in my head, the conspiracy and this anger.  Well, the two points in that last sentence are part of the conspiracy.  The same conspiracy I have been talking about after I founded this blog.  Without them, life would be normal for me.  It wouldn't be so hard.  Because it isn't and never was, it could go so far to make up an explanation for other things that have happened.

What more can I say?  I am unwell physically as well.  I could have only a couple of years left.  But don't be distressed by that, because I and nobody else knows that for sure.

WWE Smackdown VS. Raw 2011 Review

Them fighting words?

I am glad that I said the things I said about Smackdown VS. Raw 2011, because upon more play - I can't believe how low Yuke's Media have taken the franchise.

What goes hand in hand with any WWE game is everything about the WWE.  This too, has fallen to the bottom of the credibility ladder.

Again, you have characters that look like plastic figurines, the flow of every match is buggy as you could have, for instance, Maryse magically slide across the ring by herself when Eve is about to do her signature move.  Triple H falling off a ladder, hitting the ropes, then in the next frame he has somehow found himself laying on the floor of the ring mat.

It appears Yuke's have decided to steal other game idea's such as the Street Fighter character selection menu and use it themselves.  The thing is, it just doesn't wash.  In matches, your characters will have strength bars below where they're positioned on the screen instead of fixed in the top corners.  It is almost like a Final Fantasy game.  I like the mechanics of how you play, I won't say more.

Plus, there is a glitch that if you delete your saved game but keep your created superstars, they go out the window too.

WWE Smackdown VS. Raw 2011 is poor in many aspects.  OXM and GameInformer were too generous in their reviews.  The game scored an eight.  You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Get the 2009 release if you want a weighty wrestling simulator.  If you can do without the latest roster and storyline creator then do so.  If what the 2009 update had what the 2011 update has, it would be an awesome experience.

Maybe they'll make up for this lousy effort come this time next year.

David bowie fandom

He is called "the chameleon of pop" and or "Mr. Showbiz".  Another revelation about this long time famous veteran singer is my fandom of him could be a lie.

Let me attempt to explain.  The seventies in particular was (despite me not knowing myself as I was not alive then) an unusual decade.  Homosexuality in the music industry was common.  Freddie Mercury, Boy George, George Michael, Mick Jagger... David Bowie.  My point?  I guess the product of their music voluntary exposed the lifestyles they lived.

Osama Bin Laden is an anagram for seventies David Bowie persona Aladdin Sane.  Like I said, alot of strange shit went on in the sixties, seventies and eighties.  It wasn't until later on that society reformed.  I am suggesting that Osama Bin Laden is a lie.  There really is no Osama Bin Laden.  There never was an Osama Bin Laden.  This is more evidence of the United States government having 9/11 as an inside job.  I think as long as there is the internet, conspiracy theories about 9/11 will never cease to exist. 

In closing, am I on to something here?  How does one debunk this?  Aladdin Sane?  Osama Bin Laden?