This is the third time I’m writing this blog. I had to erase the other two. They were sent elsewhere by the lowlife woman sitting next to me. She’s hacking my computer, which is punishable by three to five years in prison. So I’ll try again.\
Every day when I cross intersection of Maryland Parkway and Flamingo Road, there’s a man who pops up with a political sign as soon as I cross the street. He hides behind a pole so I won’t see him coming. As soon as he sees me coming, he comes out. Today, the sign said: “Political correctness and hate speech are Marxists tricks.” He makes sure he stands in front of me and I see the sign. The sign’s are directed at me. I guess the message to me is: I’m embracing Marxism and preaching hatred when I write my blog. The man at the corner is usually a perp I see at the library. So I know the sign’ s directed at me. They stand there so I’ll stop by and say something they can use against me. And sometimes I’ve fallen for the trick. I was not on guard.
On my way home, they’re usually not there. And if they are, it’s another sign or some stupid nonsense.
And now I’m considered a Marxist. How funny!!! Me, a Marxist!! Maybe I should move to Russia and join all the other Marxists.
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I was standing waiting for the red light to turn green. An elderly woman came along in a wheelchair, looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and turned away quickly. When the light turned, I was about to start walking, when the elderly woman said, “Miss, can you push me across the street. I’ll give you $2.00.” I said, “Sure.” While pushing her, the drivers paid no attention to the fact that an elderly woman was trying to get across the street. More than a few drivers honked their horns in impatience. We got to the other side, and I asked her if she was all right, and she said she was. I began to walk away and she said, “Miss, here’s your $2.00.” And I replied, “Oh, it’s all right. You can keep it.” And I was curious about the $2.00, so I asked her, “Do people usually take the $2.00?” She looked up at me and said, “Always.” I watched her as she wheeled herself away from me. I don’t feel what I did was very noble, but it’s the only thing that I can remember doing that would qualify as noble.
It amazes me that people would actually take $2.00 from an elderly woman to push her across the street. What a world we live in!
Countdown: 57 blogs to write to make 500 for the year.
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Quiet time, what is that?
There is no quiet time for me. Ever! I long for a place to go to get some quiet time. That’s impossible with the gang stalking I’m experiencing. There’s nowhere I can hide and relax. Not in my apartment. Not on the street. Not in a store. Not in a restaurant. Not even in my bathroom. I’m hounded in the bathroom, too. So where do I turn for quiet? The only place I can. My computer or my small radio. I put on my computer and plug in my small radio and I get lost in the music. It’s not a great solution, but it works somewhat. There’s no other place for me to get lost. I guess my only real quiet time is when I’m able to doze off and get sleep.