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.