Day three

Well as you, the reader, will know, I started this blog long before I owned my own computer, for a fifth time.  I decided to give up my fifth computer but for how long, I don't know.  Ya know, I shouldn't really have to do this and that is change my life (especially in this way that means so much to me) because, obviously, there are people out there that don't agree with it.  Rich and powerful people.  What will likely happen is I will get fed up with the campaign and go back to what I know best.  I feel the pain still, if it keeps up then I know I am damned if I do and damned if I don't.  I could go overseas, but I can see myself in a concrete jungle with the psych war still being waged.  Scary.

Damn it, this pain must be wrecking my nerves in a major way.  I hope when I do die, that secret agent man either a, dies with me, or b, is put in prison for a very long time.  This is not spiritual, this is technology.  And so, bares less credibility.  I don't think I believe in spirits, I believe in whats more real.  So there, nayh.  But why should what I believe be taken to the masses?  It shouldn't.  There are already people such as the pope (not sure whether I should capitalise the p), presidents, prime ministers and the queen of England that can do that for us.  Not some punk ass in a black hoodie, skinny jeans and a pair of Pumas who has been born into some fuckin' absurd royalty or some shit (that EVERYBODY buys into) and has really little idea on how to do anything.  Really, fuck this shit.  Its stupid.  And screw the bright spark that actually eggs this all on.  God, makes me sick.

Mitt Romney versus Barack Obama in 2012?  I hope so.  See, I thought Obama was going to be the man to bring sanity back to the White House and thus the world.  The truth is, he has failed.  Mitt Romney is a Mormon, but comes across as a real intelligent stand up guy - those were my first impressions.  However, he is an advocate of something called seven mountain dominionism... look it up.  I think for me I just want to see Obama out, much the same feeling I had about Bush.  My god, those eight miserable years.

Here at home, J.P.K. slotted another term just before Christmas last year.  Another disappointment really.  I will stop writing now, because how I am craning my neck is making it hurt.

Bringing on back the good times

Guess what?  I have suddenly begun writing my entries on paper again.  Fear not, because there will be no brash anti-christian rhetoric from me anymore like how this blog began in its infancy about over a year ago now.  My blog is still mine, I have changed the password, and the password to my e-mail is not saved and is only known by memory.  So I think I should be safe.

I am not a king.  That is just a mind-trick by some rich and powerful people who want me to believe that, and if not, then think I am, so they have more reason to kill me.  Me and my immediate family should have called it quits here a long time ago but we stayed, and have turned this place into a clusterfuck of a mess.  No, we didn't.  They did.  In 2012 however, more has changed.  I don't think I want to know my parents anymore, my family has been split up.  That's all I will say about that for now.

I have been duped once again.

Still alive, if anyone was wondering.

Shit getting real

As if it wasn't already that way for a long time and nothing being done about it, as if they didn't care.

Random things

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I was going to log on last night and type out another entry but I didn't feel up to it.  I thought I usually would at that time of day but nope, not that time.

Now that I brought up previously my nights being peaceful and painless they have actually changed from not being so anymore.  One night I felt like I did during most days, during the middle of the day.

Has anyone noticed that the news media hasn't been talking about the high petrol prices?  Especially how they used to a couple of years ago?  I guess it just isn't such a big deal anymore.

This is Twitter kind of garbage, not Blogger.  Well, signing out now.

Remember, I am in the cross-hairs of some extremely rich and powerful people and they include the people pictured above in my splash.  They won't take no for an answer and they don't know when to quit.  They have taught me that I have to do this or that to get my way.  What has been happening to me over the past nine years happened to my mother in the sixties and she almost killed my sister because of it.  There are still things about my family that are secret and I don't know, I might never will.  If I really wanted to, I could cut my immediate family out of my life totally and what has happened over the past twenty four hours makes me want to.  All I have to do is just think about how our mother kept an eighteen year secret from us or how our father doesn't have my best interests at heart and in mind.  Our family name is fake, it is most probably not our true name.  This is bullshit.