But what's the point? It's bad enough that people nevertheless found out about my situation -- how traumatic for them!
Okay, so a bit of belated venting (I've said so many thank-yous and your-welcomes, and will again soon):
I'm trying to avoid home all day today. The unit is cheap for more than just the usual reasons. Sometimes it feels like the psychosexual playpen of some worthless pieces of shit who somehow found jobs doing something no one should ever have done (certainly, no one with an iota of scruples asked them to.) My neighbor continues to stalk me (and not even because he likes it -- his orders were to pretty much harass me to suicide, as though killing me weren't the easiest thing in the world.) They've (and why the hell on Earth did I have to be the one with not only "Them," but multiple thems, some of whom are, as morality and good taste probably require, nominally on my side?) failed at everything, of course: causing aphasia was one stated goal, suicide was another, "Elizabethan Drama" AKA Hamlet Murder Spree was another (idiots -- any ethical behavioral specialist would have told them immediately that someone as emotive as I am virtually never turns killer for any reason other than immediate self-defense.) He or his wondering-why-they're-a-hair's-breadth-from-being-badgeless-if-they're-not-already cronies are reduced to planting bed bugs in my room (my responsibility, of course), and twice have stolen from me. One of the more worthless little cunts tried to convince my neighbor I could turn homicidal under their tender ministrations -- a laugh as the neighbor she's trying to convince is from the Phillipines and a hell of a lot sharper than she acts. She knows a killer from murder-bait. The whole total domination thing continues to be a huge farce, a conspiracy to get revenge on me for being "difficult to work with," and hopefully to achieve sexual gratification for its architect, who is (oh please let that be "was," a past tense reality to be examined by a Senate Subcommittee Hearing I will be too embarrassed on behalf of the wrongdoers to want to know about) employed (or at least given license) by the same people who kept a dossier on my grandmother (COINTELPRO) for the precise reason that they did so (and kept one on me, as well, because of my political activities during the Bush Administration.)
These craptastic fucktards couldn't even successfully get me arrested. Jesus. Any twisted pig worth his or her salt could just make it up on the way to booking, for fuck's sake.
"Ooh, look at us, we're so evil...Ooh, and we're getting away with it. We're going to kill you with lots of bullets and stuff." That's pretty much what they act like with me. Yeah, some of the emotional play is clever, but not terribly. I have a theory that some of them do too much drugs, and maybe the wrong kind. They make me wish I had more drugs -- MDMA and windowpane are looking lovely right now. Threaten me for years and then BANG I'm dead. I just don't know what they're out to accomplish -- mere emotional manipulation (not that hard with me), or successful cognitive capture and perceptual blockage or manipulation? What does it matter whether or not I perceive my assailant? What the fuck is the point of ghosting a non-com? None of these goals makes sense, as I'm as big and important as any other of the 7 billion assholes skulking about the globe, and really not worth the trouble. And if I was wanted dead, why that was easily accomplished out of hand years ago. What does it matter what's going on in my skull? How does Dr. Caligari-ing me aid humanity in any meaningful sense?
And where did the fucking overwhelming firepower brought to bear on a psy-ops subject come into play? A baby blue Marine could swish into my hovel and break my neck with two hands.
And what's with the being threatened by my occasionally making sense of some of what's going on?
And how is a conspiracy against little old me in any way impressive?
Of course answers will never be forthcoming. But I'd really like to know why I'm the chosen one, when I'd much rather be another paranoid schizo loser.
Eat your heart out, MKUltra.
Of course, wouldn't it be funny if the punchline were that I was to me made a fool of?
Um, yeah. There's a reason I just listened to that inane shit for years -- I was forced to. If anyone else feels put out by the situation that's been going on, just count your motherfucking lucky stars that you're not me.