Official portrait of United States Senator . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Yesterday I went to the library to use the computer. I waited my time in line as did everyone else. When it came time for me to get on the computer, suddenly, all the computers were not working. I went to the librarian to get help, but she was no help. I stayed in the library trying to get the computer to work, but got nothing. I finally gave up trying and went home. I have a feeling that after I left the library the computers were working again. The librarians are trying to get me thrown out of the library as they did a year ago. I’ve given them no reason to do so, so now they come up with all kinds of stupid nonsense to drive me away from the library. I wonder if they’ll try the “I took someone else’s I.D.” thing again with me? This time I’m ready for them if they try to throw me out of the library.
And I want to take back what I said about liking something about the new complex I live in. They’re now using the thing I didn’t mention on me. Just this morning, when I opened the door, someone had thrown crumbs in front of the door. I looked down at the crumbs, stepped over them and left them there. I’m not cleaning anything up. Let the complex cleaner clean them up. I think she’s the one who did it. And if it’s not her, maybe someone will complain about the dirt to the manager. I really get a bad feeling about the woman who cleans the apartment. I know it’s hard work, but I don’t think this woman likes doing the job she’s doing, and having someone to dump on must make her happy. So she’s happily making me miserable with all she does in my apartment. She has a master-key and can get into any apartment.
I’ve written about Senator Wyden before. He’s the Senator from Portland, Oregon. I heard him on the radio and he promises to find out everything that the N.S.A. is into. He said that there’s a lot more to come out that haven’t been told. If you haven’t written Sen. Wyden about what’s happening to you, please do. The more information he gets from us targets, the more power he has. So look through my blog and find out where to send the information. Thanks.
In Honor Of Edward Snowden (Photo credit: Big Grey Mare)
Edward Snowden (Photo credit: svennevenn)
Let’s see, Brazil, Mexico, England, and now the French. Edward Snowden released information on how the N.S.A. is spying on French citizens. The N.S.A hacked 7* million emails** of French citizens. If we keep this spying thing up, we’re not going to have any friends left. Every country will turn against us. I think that would be very good for us targets. If other countries start mistrusting the U.S., then we’ll have a country to go to. We won’t have to worry about being a target in another country. I hope Edward Snowden keeps releasing information on all the spying the U.S. is doing. He’s definitely my hero. Good job, Edward Snowden. Keep up the good work. Keep on releasing all the information you have.
No apartment yet. I returned to the apartment complex I told you I felt safe in. Well, this time it was a different story. Perps surrounded me everywhere I went. I guess it was an off day for the perps when I visited the apartment complex the first time. I walked into the manager’s office and he seemed like a different person. His face even looked different. There wasn’t the smile that I saw the first time. This time, he looked at me as if he was seeing someone very strange. I asked him, “Is the studio I looked at on Saturday still available?” He hesitated before he spoke. He replied, “No, it’s been rented.” I could tell by his response that he was not telling me the truth. I’m very good with body language. He seemed nervous. Did he think I was going to do something to him? He began twirling his wedding ring around. I know when a man does this, it means something. I don’t know what it means, but it told me he was lying to me. Anyway, I replied, “Well, I took a chance by not taking the apartment. I guess it’s not really meant for me to have .” I said “thank you” and left. Not only did the complex manager act weird, but perps were coming out of the woodwork in the complex. And the area surrounding the complex was even dirtier and seedier than I remembered it. So I guess I’m glad someone else rented(?) the apartment. I’m glad I didn’t take the apartment. They say God watches out for children and idiots, or something like that, so maybe he was watching out for me (even though I’m not too much of a believer).