Today I am getting the meme that the library employee who kept moving so that she would be peaking at me "gangsta-style" with only one eye was none other than my old nemesis Cathy Green. Does she still work for CNN? If so I bet she's worried about CNN getting divested in this ATT merger.
Emily told me that her aunt Cathy was such a badass that when CNN hired her away from Fox News' Washington DC office they invited her to bring her whole team to Atlanta with her. If indeed she is also considered a library employee via the overwhelming system of bullshit in downtown Atlanta then I expect that pic related describes her "badassery." Namely, she is the fat bitch with flabby triceps that oversees the emasculation and other indignities inflicted on the torture victims in the Salt Pit which is right here in Atlanta. These two images are art on the wall of the downtown Atlanta public library and there is one more tapestry behind the front desk which paints a familiar scene. On the fourth floor they have two supports up on the wall when you look directly out of the elevators and those remind me of the pull up bar I had up in my apartment on Howell Mill before I moved to Viewpoint. Furthermore, the paint on the walls of the fourth floor is reminiscent for me of the colorful paint on the walls at Alliance when it was above Microseconds and next to Masonic HQ on Roswell Road.
Also, I am disppointed by the response to the battery I experienced yesterday. The response that I was expecting was not that the man who battered me could wear an APD uniform today and threaten me with more violence.
And now here is another thing. The man at the desk on the fifth floor today made some comments about how I had already "been closed" and clearly he was referring to LexisNexis' "death table." During my orientation at LexisNexis in the summer of 2015 Mr Double-b Twoplustwoequal4man made me aware that they had erroneously put my name into the death table meaning that it was already settled that I would be killed and they were just doing creative accounting based on my name appearing in the death table even though I was very much alive (and even an active LexisNexis employee at that time).
Even though it has been more than two years, I think it is because Tim Newport and fellow liar George Arzu, together with Sharon Maloney a.k.a. Rhonda Capone a.k.a Rona McShrewy-Jewess, are running things at LexisNexis that the guy at the library still hasn't found out that the shit-tier people at LexisNexis have the legitimate authority to place my name in the death table nor to kill top-tier people like myself. They had committed a large fraud by putting my name in the death table when they themselves were the ones who would be killed if came it to between them and I. It is about 2.5 years later after Bob Foreman acknowledged that my name should never have appeared in the death table but the guy at the library still thinks it is in there.
Is it still in there? If so, what is the hold up where the issue isn't resolved forthwith via the the death of the party that is lower on the totem pole?
LET IT BE KNOWN: The person who battered me at the shelter yesterday, pushing me several times and punching me in the back of the head about five times as I walked away from him, was also dressed up in a police costume to threaten me with more violence if I didn't leave the library today.
While I was waiting for Mr Simmons in front of the library the man in the police costume began singing a diddy that was just repetition of, "I'm gonna beat someone's ass." I thought it was very unprofessional and it seemed like he could only have been talking about me. As I stood outside the passenger side of his apparent police vehicle he positioned himself in the driver's seat so that one of his eyes was hidden by to door frame and the other was staring at me. When I glanced over to notice that he was imitating the behavior of the woman whose behavior I questioned yesterday the man in the police costume in the apparent police vehicle exclaimed, "Gangsta!"
I was surprised to hear that the one eye thing is "gangsta." I was under the impression that that was what faggots do. Whatever it is, it is boldly irreverent and I don't like it. I would be surprised to learn that the "gangstas" are the group whose memes I despise the most. THat staring with one eye bullshit really is irksome. I am sure they will do it more because of thise post, but then in turn I will punish them more on judgement day... if I was not already planning on giving them the worst punishment I would feel comfortable giving to another person.
Please forward my latest complaint soonest.
Mr Council and Mr Lamback,
I returned to library today and was glad to find that I was not banned. I went to work on the fifth floor as per usual. After a while Mr Thornton approached me and told me to leave. I told him that Mr Lamback, his manager, had already explained to me that the library staff were not allowed to use the security staff to remove me like that. Mr Thornton offered to call the police and he did. Shortly an officer arrived. I explained to him that Mr Thornton's boss had already explained to me that they were wrong to repeat their earlier behavior. The officer escorted me outside.
In the instance of my earlier problems Mr Simmons told me that if I had a problem I should go to the front desk and ask to speak to the SOP. However, the police officer told me that he would arrest me if I went in there and followed Mr Simmons' instructions to me.
This is outrageous. This is now two days in a way that my work has been interrupted and with my earlier complaints this is the fourth or fifth day that the library staff and the security staff have interrupted my work day with their childish misbehavior.
Today Mr. Thornton increased the duration of my ban to 60 days. Obviously the resolution of my previous issue was never made clear to Mr Thornton because he is doing the exact same thing again.
Mr Lamback: Please put your dog Mr Thornton on a leash. He is making big problems for me. I think you should fire him. In any case, please tell him what you told me about the staff not being authorized to use Mr Thornton to ban me from the library without cause.
Mr Council: This ongoing behavior pattern among the staff where the tell Mr Thornton lies about our interactions to get me banned from the library is totally unacceptable and I demand the immediate termination of everyone involved.
Please forward my most recent complaint to Mr Council and Mr Lamback soonest.
Mr Council and Mr. Lamback,
I am having a big problem with a lack of professionalism with the staff at the library, this time on the fifth floor. Not only is the behavior unprofessional, it is directly antagonistic. Why did security get called on me today? There was no reason for it.
Mr Council and Mr Lamback you will recall from my previous ten complaints, this complaint being my eleventh complaint about the behavior problems among your staff, that I wanted to sit on the second floor where I could work without having someone sitting across from me. This is very distracting for me. After your timely but unsatisfactory resolution to my previous problems (in which I demanded the termination of Doug), was only able to sit on the second floor for a few days. Shortly after I spoke with Mr Lamback Mr Thornton told me that I am not allowed to move the keyboard to set down my laptop at the desks on the second floor. I have been sitting quietly on the fifth floor since that time at which Mr. Thornton disagreed with Mr Simmons and made it impossible for me to use my computer on the second floor where the seating is well suited to my purposes.
You will recall that the real issue at the heart of most of my ten previous complaints was Doug's bruised ego when he wouldn't let it go after he was overruled in the instance of my initial complaint about Doug's bad attitude and unprofessional behavior. Now I believe the staff on the fifth floor are harassing me to show solidarity with Doug's bruised ego.
Today I was sitting quietly on the fifth floor working on my book. I looked up and saw some woman staring at me from the front desk. As you will recall, this is not conducive to my attention so I scooted slightly to the side so that she would be fully hidden behind a pillar instead of in a position so that only her one eye was visible to me at he edge of the pillar. I resumed my work and observed that woman had scooted over so that I could just slightly see her again. I scooted over further, but she repositioned herself again just peeking around the pillar. I scooted again and she did it again. I went and explained the situation to the person at the front desk on the fifth floor and asked if I had a legitimate library grievance because her peaking at me like that four or five times after I kept moving seemed very antagonistic. The person working at the front desk with black hair told me that I did not have a grievance and that the woman in question was a library employee and she was allowed to do that.
I think this library employee reviewed my previous library correspondence where I said many times that am easily distracted by having faces in the field of vision of my work space (and that I wanted to sit on the second floor to avoid it.)
I asked a second time if the person working at the desk was really telling me that it was ok for the woman in question to play this creepy game with me because she is an employee and he immediately called security. Mr. Thornton, as with last time, issued me a 30 library ban. This whole situation was precipitated when My Thornton told me I could not set my laptop on the desks on the second floor because I have to move the keyboard to the side and moving library equipment isn't allowed. The situation reached a head today when the library employee who does not usually work on the fifth floor kept repositioning herself to mimic the exact behavior that I said I as seeking to avoid in my earlier correspondence and then the person working at the desk called security for absolutely no reason.
Mr Lamback told me that Doug was not allowed to use security against me like that but now we have the same misbehavior of other employees expressing their solidarity with Doug's bruised ego by doing the same thing.
My only response to this woman's irritation was to ask the person at the desk if I had a a legitimate complaint. I essentially said, "Are you serious?" when the person working at the fifth floor desk said, "Yes," and he called security. I went and sat back down and Mr. Thornton forced me to leave.
I disagree with the person working at the fifth floor desk when they say that I do not have a complaint because the person is a library employee. I think that makes my complaint greater in magnitude.
I demand the immediate termination of this person from the library staff. I spoke with Mr. Lambeck not too long ago and he told me that I should just let it go with Doug and I did. However the staff today are doing the same malicious things that I was complaining about as outrageous in reference to Doug's chronic misbehavior cited in my earlier complaints.
Even if I do cede that the woman was just accidentally scooted to where she was just peaking around the pillar between us, four or five times in a row, there is no reason for the person at the desk to have called security on me. I just got up to ask a question and then sat back down. There were about four or five library employees at the desk when Mr Thornton escorted me out of the building. I kept saying, "Tell him I wasn't being a disruptive," and they all ignored me. Just like in my previous complaints where Doug would not acknowledge me, none of the several library employees at th fifth floor desk today would acknowledge me.
Here is the main point: Just like I had a problem with Doug lying like a pathological maniac on multiple occasions, it seems that all of the staff on the fifth floor today colluded to deceive Mr Thornton into believing that I had become disruptive.
I demand the immediate termination of all library employees named in this complaint. I demand that I not be denied entry to library tomorrow. I have rights and you have a real behavior problem on your hands with the employees I'm interacting with.
This is my declaration:
To Scarlett Johansson:
Because you have a pretty face,
and you have chosen to show me an ugly one,
on the day of judgement,
I will cut your face off.
I will chop it to pieces,
and feed it to the animals.
Then you can show your ugly face to everyone,
for the rest of your days,
few as they may be.
To Ryan Reynolds:
Your days will be many.
On jobs. Did Einstein apply to be the Prime Minister of Israel? No. They offered that job to him because of his great accomplishments. Did Einstein apply for his job at Princeton? I doubt it, they probably offered it to him for his great accomplishments. Plenty of other scientists had published peer-reviewed articles in the journals of the professional societies but they didn't get offered those jobs because they didn't have any great accomplishments. If you see what I'm getting at, that's why I'm not looking for work.
Both of these picture make it look like I'm wearing a toga but I'm not. On the left the white thing is the piece of paper I had taped over the camera lens and had not completely folded back. On the right my shirt is bunched up from the string of the sack I'm carrying.
The shape of al-Waleed's face in this photo, and in other photos, reminds me so much of the shape of Helene's face.
The woman on the right in the color photo is my grandmother Anne in the 1980s and the girl on the right in the black and white photo is Anastasia Romanova in the 1910s.
Why didn’t Britain’s king save deposed Russian cousin after revolution?
Yesterday marked the beginning of the seventh year of my ministry. I started on November 5, 2011 when I was 31. Today concludes the seventh month of my homelessness and if I am out here again tomorrow that will be the beginning of the eighth month. I am the son of Joseph... or so I have been told.
This is my meme.
This is Carlos' meme.
There's been some memes about how I became homeless so I will recount what I understand. This year the manager at Bozzuto said that if I didn't pay my rent they were going to get the judge to issue a warrant for the police to throw me out with violence. I wanted to avoid that so left voluntarily. The only reason I was ever living at Bozzuto is because Helene told me in 2012 that I had to leave the condo in midtown if I couldn't pay rent to her. Since I had lost my job at Georgia Tech and had no plans to get another one that would have been impossible and I preferred to miss my rent when it was due to someone else because I would never hear the end of it from her. I had a little money to pay rent at Bozzuto for a while, and then surprisingly Helene paid it for a while until around the time she and Joe filed that frauduent affidavit against me. I worked for a while and then I stopped working in January of this year and ran out of money after three unsuccessful attempts to get to Israel burned through the several thousand dollars I had available when I quit.
GIVE MONEY TO ME:
The red line in this data used to bounce of +0.4 two times but it has been recalibrated since then to give the current version (v6) of the data set. This data does show a warming trend on the scale that I claimed was not yet demonstrated in 2013. This data does show a warming trend and I expect that if it were extended back to about 1930 there would still be some problems in the agreement of the derivatives of warming and increasing greenhouse pollution. However, if the data does correctly demonstrate a real warming trend then we are are in an altogether different reference frame than the one described here.
I was sitting right here behind this wall when they were filming the van crash into those boxes in this opening scene from Stranger Things. #2SPOOKY4U
On Person XY and Person XX. Is the mother the sister?
I think I saw Joey Collins at lunch today disguised as the person who sleeps near me at the shelter. If he is sleeping there next to me what is the situation where he is equipped with a latex body suit that will keep the bed bugs off of him while I have to let them crawl on my skin and eat my blood?
You see... if they grew Barron to make a false heir, and I am not dead yet, then I have the thing they meant to give to Barron. I have that thing, and I have a rebellion or a mutiny, and the admiralty court has sided with the mutineers in not sentencing them to death. Therefore I will do so.
I will mention again how I came to support Trump as the candidate to make Hillary lose. Person X was putting strong knee on belly on someone at Alliance as I was leaving. I can't remember why I wasn't training that day, probably my knee was bugging me. He said, "You're fired!," in a way that seemed like an expression of solidarity with Trump. I think this person, who is the half of Le Happy Merchant with one squinty eye, is Manna Fort. Incidentally the other half of Le Happy Merchant is also a Person X, two brothers likely, and is likely also the one who sat next to me in the Hasidic costume when I came back from trying to go to Israel the first time.
Anyhow... I see on Wikipedia that it says, "Barron William Trump (born March 20, 2006) is Donald Trump's youngest child and his only child with Melania Trump." I think that is very unlikely since Melania is, in my estimation, a man. Therefore considering that Manna Fort's payments go back to 2006 and I was probably involved with Person X since 2003, I am prone to speculate as to the origin of Barron and his name. In addition to being el Arcón, am I also o Barão da Torre, or the Baron of the Tower? Without beating around the bush, if Barron is in the group that I will not want reminding me of Person X's rebellion for the rest of my life then there is a big problem with the power structure in the United States.
If my detention was about my safety then they could put me in the fake version of the city by myself. These other people are here to deceive me and mock me. I will kill them. I will kill the innocent people that they love. I will kill the people who accidentally stood too close to them one time.
Will the seventh month of my homelessness conclude on the same day that the seventh year of my protest begins? Seems like it will.
Why You Should Never Accept A Counter Offer When You Resign
This guy has Joey Collins written all over his face. Marc Elias.
I have noticed that Steve Collins and Justice Roberts are pretty similar looking.
Here's one example of what I would call edge sorting. All of my calls been being intercepted by the all purpose customer service center that my enemy runs. I had completely given up on doing anything besides yelling at their every stupidity and demanding that they acknowledge what I am telling them instead of ignoring me and making me repeat myself over and over, and doing other things to irritate me. There may have been real customer service calls in this time but I had become convinced that there was a serious problem of someone harassing me by intercepting my calls. This was right around the time I finally heard the name "Destiny B" as the name of the woman I hate, and I think I just spoke with her and her friend that told me the name "Destiny B" last week when I called my bank SunTrust. (Trust the Son, that's me.)
Around this time we got a new manager at Alliance Danny. One day after I hung up on some bitch I was at Saturday training. Danny came and sat by Jacaré and I or I sat by him and Danny. Then Danny gave me some really disapproving memes about my phone ettiquette saying something like, "You don't say good bye?" First off... why the fuck is Danny listening to my calls? Secondly, why did Danny think he was just peeping into an ordinary situation instead of this unending phone harrassment that has continued even into this time in October 2017? Someone probably said, "Hey Danny! We don't know what's up with this guy but go check out his call to see if seems like an asshole or not, and then tell us how he was on the call so that we'll know if we should check the asshole box in his personnel file." Therefore I have given a good example of what I would call edge sorting, and all the people who have judged me according to their own tiny intellects (Farbolini, ahem cough cough cough Farbolini excuse me!) should know that I probably have lots of other circumstances they don't know about either.
People keep telling me that I can get a check for disability. I don't have a disability but how come I can't get a check for my ability?
The seventh year of my protest begins a week from Sunday.
On why Amy Huang was the most disgusting person I met during my few years as a computer guy.
She was very aggressive sending malicious links to my computer and being a bitch with her psychic powers which were very weak compared to Rhonda's but she had a big ego about them. It annoyed me that her powers were so weak and yet she had such a high opinion of them. The worst thing was when she started wearing nothing but meat and flesh colored outfits. She would park her car next to mine every day and she had a stuffed animal in her back window like "Meatwad" from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. It was these meatwad memes that made her the worst out of all of them.
I recently made a post about how I saw something that seemed like a person in a brown leather sack when I was in Q dorm shortly before I got kicked out of the homeless shelter for two weeks. Here is another thing I saw in there: on some nights one of the other guys in the dorm would park his motorized wheel chair at the foot of my bed. One night I woke up and I looked down and there was a smallish object like a squat cylinder in the seat of the chair. I thought it was someone who had been transformed through torture into a small lump. The person's presence felt familiar to me and I went back to sleep and slept very well that night.
I think Amy's meatwad memes and Hillary's recent memes about everything in the uranium scandal being "baloney" are all in reference to people like the one that was sleeping near me on the night I slept so well.
A team of 30 Sonoma County detectives are working to account for the outstanding 463 people in the fire zone
I would be sorely displeased to learn that someone was taking my respect for Jacaré's sixth or seventh degree black belt into a report that said I had regard for them in some other form due to their non-belt characteristics. If I might cite a meme I see in this opening passage from Zechariah I will be very angry to learn that -- of all the people involved with whatever happened with "Emily Hancock" -- someone chose to punish the woman who was kind enough to give me what I wanted... if there even was a woman. Was there a real girl Emily Hancock? I feel like every one around me is constantly making reference to, "Everyone saw what it was," but that isn't true because I didn't and no one ever told me what it was. Whose idea was it to steal my sperm?
On stabbings: The guy that would later hit me in the jaw with a hammer confronted me in the shower at Gateway. He pushed me and I pushed him back. Several of his friends restrained me. I noticed a small stab would in the palm of my hand immediately after.
Another time I was laying in front of the library about to go to sleep. Someone's nasty foot vinegar was stinking up the whole area and some guy came by and said, "Those dogs are barking!!!" I think this was the guy from LA fitness who is also disguised as "Saru" in the shelter with me now. Saru stole directly off of my plate during meal time this week. I will not extend mercy to him or his people. On the night that the man said the comment about dogs he was walking with an asian man. That man grabbed my toe as he walked by. The next day I noticed a slice on my toe there and the end of my toe was completely numb. This was timed just as my sandals were becoming so worn down that my toe would scrape the ground as I walked. I think he sliced me and used an analgesic of some sort to numb my toe so that I would acquire a more severe injury than the one he inflcited as my toe ground on the roads and sidewalks while I walked around.
I have mentioned that I keep seeing a single dead bed bug on the corner of my bed where my left foot goes when I lay on my back in bed. I have felt people touch my foot there several times during the night. I have recently complained about a crack in my foot there that is hurting me but upon closer inspection I suspect that the crack is not a crack at all, but is a stab wound put there by the agency that is depositing bed bugs on my sheets. Last night I felt someone try to pull down the sheet I have draped at the edge of my bed and just after that I felt a live bed bug crawling on me.
Death to all infidels.
Regarding chemical weapons: In my present state of homelessness I routinely wear the same clothes for about three to five days and I get sweaty walking around pretty much every day. However, my clothes never stink like they would stink after wearing clean clothes for about eight hours in an office during my stupid attempt to appease my enemies with a job. Even when my clothes do stink in the present day, it is my normal smell that I am familiar with and not that noxious odor that would be on me after spending a day in an office. I noticed this first at Nexidia, and I noticed it at Elavon. I do not know if it kept happening later or if I just stopped paying attention to it.
My prayer is that I can torture these infidels around me and make them watch the suffering of their friends and children before I destroy the cities of the infidels that stayed away.
The disorderly state.
Joey Collins looks like Escobar.
I remember in the movie Sicario that when they were talking about Medellín the nature of the comments was to transition back into the orderly state that existed before Escobar intitiated the transition into the current disorderly state.
I still haven't written up my trip(s) to (fake?) JFK airport. On one occasion I ended up sitting at the wrong terminal for the flight to Medellín and there were some people sitting there who seemed like they knew me. I thought one of them looked a bit like a darker Steve Collins. Then on a different time at JFK I was sitting in the main lobby and the homeless guy that approached me was giving me innuendo that we were headed to the torture hotel. On the departures screen that evening it said the flight to Medellín was cancelled.
Don't steal it from me.
The thing about self inflicted economic injuries irritated me. In any case, did I self-inflicted hit myself in the mouth with a hammer? Did I self inflict some bitch punching me in the head this morning. Did I self inflict the guy punching me in the jaw the other day? Did I self-inflict the peeling calluses that led to the cracks that have now formed in both of my feet and hurt to walk on? Fuck no I didn't. The injuries more or less stem from the reality that my only access to any financial resources is through spinning the jigsaw killers' Rube Goldberg hamster wheel. I quit Exide after the Helene Gutfreund/Laura Kershaw duo made another appearance letting me know that I had no option other than to be their office bitch if I wanted avoid these cracks in my feet, or not sleep in filth, either the filth on the ground outside or the filth in the beds at the shelter.
There is a spectrum of wealth spreading from people who have zero dollars to people that have billions and it is unreasonable that my singular option to be anywhere other than at zero is to work for or with Helene/Rhonda. I do not want to be around her. I stopped visiting her or calling her years ago. I ignore her emails. If the shelter kicks me out over the winter and it gets too rough I will commit a crime to get into the jail long before I would even consider reinitiating the contact with her that ended years ago.
The jigsaw killers and their minions are wrong not to praise me for my discovery. If I had praise I might not make billions of dollars like Zuckerberg who made the truly momentous achievement of tricking everyone into clicking on his online billboard but I wouldn't be living in filthy homeless indignity without a dollar to my name. So therefore let my actions tell you which I would prefer between my present condition and the company of Helene or Rhonda. I prefer homeless indignity to intellectual indignity, and I prefer dignity to either. I hope my present protest hastens the redress of my longstanding greivances regarding intellectual indignity.
It is likely that me losing my job(s) at Georgia Tech was caused by Helene/Rhonda and that is the real source of my financial problems. The Clinton/Uranium investigation began in 2009 so I'd say Helene/Rhonda or their ilk had a hand in getting arXiv to fuck me over in 2009 and then no one to ever contact my about my obvious solution to dark energy. If I would have gotten a job in physics then I would have been rewarded for being a great man in the history of science. That reward would likely have included employment in a role unfit for cretins but even then if Helene/Rhonda/Laura showed up at different companies (Elavon, LexisNexis, and Exide) that I worked in in different years (2014-2017) I would quit just like I did.
I bet the beds in the jail don't have any bugs in them.
The last line of the Book of Joel says I dwell in Zion. I believe it!
...as the benefits available to those leaving the workforce expire forever.
I was able to get full access to the library today as per usual.
People who shine from within don't need the spotlight but the man who will turn the world into a wilderness does need command.
I asked. It said I'm Jesus.
How long will it take to get a reply? Do the scales of justice hang fairly or are they weighted?
Today I received a 30 day ban from the downtown library today without being accused of breaking any rule. I want to speak with Floyd Council about this outrageous situation and have it overturned immediately.
Last week I was attempting to use the reference computers on the second floor and the person at the desk told me that I could not use my laptop there. I am writing a non-fiction physics book and I was using the full text article on the library's computer as source material. I was not using the power outlet for my laptop, I was on battery power. After the man with glasses told me I couldn't use it I went down to the first floor to complain and Mr. Simmons overruled the decision of the man with glasses sitting at the desk by the second floor computers. This was last Tuesday I believe and I think me winning "the power struggle" with the guy at the second floor desk is the real source of the ban I received today.
When the man with glasses who works at the second floor desk initially told me (last Tuesday) that I couldn't use the reference computers I asked to speak to someone above him and he told me that there was no one in the library who had the authority to overrule him. He was quickly overruled when I went to complain at the first floor main desk and I believe his hurt ego is contributes greatly of my current ban. I spoke to Ms Jordan on the Wednesday or Thursday following this incident and she confirmed to me that I was using the computers for their intended reference purposes and that he was wrong to tell me to move.
I used the computer with no problem from the other staff on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday last week. Then on Saturday I asked to use the computer again from the gentleman with glasses that who had told me I could not use the computer. I asked him to please not lie to me again as I thought it was very disrespectful when he had told me that no one in the library could overrule his decision not to let me use the reference computer. He became very angry and walked away from me without giving me the PIN to log on. He called the security guard up to the second floor and the security guard told me I had to go away from the second floor. This event by itself was outrageous but it gets worse.
I returned Monday (yesterday) and the security guard Mr Thornton told me that I was permanently banned from the second floor. Today I was working on my book on the fifth floor and Mr Thornton told me that I could not have the hood on my sweatshirt up and I immediately took it off and went to elevator to get my hat. Waiting for the elevator, I said I would stop at the dictionary on the way out to look up the word "infidel" since I had already turned off my computer. He said, "I can look it up," and he gave me a definition from his phone that said something about Christianity. I responded, "I am surprised to hear that because I associate that word with unbelievers of Islam, not Christianity."
As I continued to pack my bag from the locker Mr Thornton left on the elevator. While I was waiting for the elevator to return I remarked to the woman at the desk, "You look like someone I see walking around wearing the Muslim yarmulke," and it was clear she didn't know who I was talking about. I said, "Man I hate that guy," and she got offended so I quickly responded, "No not you." There was nothing disrespectful about what I said, I was just making a remark while I was waiting for the elevator that she reminded me of someone.
I left to get my hat and returned. I stopped at the front desk because I wanted to complain about my wrongful ban from the second floor reference computers and then the security guard said I had a 30 day ban starting today October 17. He would not accuse me of breaking any rule. I asked Mr. Simmons what rule I had broken and he told me someone was offended by something I said about Muslims. I am not a bigot, I harbor no religious animosities, and my comment was only that she reminded me other man I see walking around so much. After she indicated that she didn't know who I was talking about it may have been distasteful for me to remark that I didn't like that guy (he has followed me around downtown singing obnoxious songs to me on multiple occasions) but when I saw that she was offended I immediately clarified, "No not you." Then the elevator come and I went to get my hat. I am bald and I had my hod covering my head on this cold day.
I think all of this has to do with the hurt ego of the man on the second floor coupled with the fact that Mr Thornton was not authorized to ban me from the second floor and his offence that I was also trying to have him overruled. Ms Jordan already confirmed to me that I could use the computers last Wednesday or Thursday but on Saturday Mr Thornton agreed with man who had been overruled and yesterday he continued to insist that I was banned from the second floor.
Please consider that my only intention is to sit quietly and work on manuscript, that I have broken no rules not been disrespectful at all. The context of my comments as I was leaving today was only that of small talk (you remind me of so and so) while I was waiting for the elevator.
Mr. Thornton also attempted to ban from the entire library on Saturday claiming that I had been argumentative when I asked the man not to lie to me again but the other security guard at the front desk disagreed with him and I was not banned. The ban I received today is about his sore ego, not any infraction on my part. He thinks that because I am having problems with the staff that means I am being unruly but that is not case. Ms. Jordan and Mr Simmons had already both overruled the man at the second floor reference desk. Mr Thornton was wrong to tell me to leave the second floor on Saturday. He was wrong to tell me I am banned from the second floor yesterday, and he was most certainly wrong to give me a 30 ban today without even citing a violation of a rule. (There was no violation.)
Thank you for your time and consideration, please acknowledge receipt of this email and reinstate my rightful library access ASAP.
I am good. Jesus is the computer I use to build this website.
Here's the thing about the filth that I'm living in. Two things actually: the second one is that the bug spray they sprayed the other day seems to have encouraged the bed bugs to get up off the floor into the beds instead of staying on the floor and dying in the poison. I have woken up with them crawling on my body four nights in a row and last night was the worst night, and living in a permament bath of bug spray is probably giving me cancer or rotting my testicles. It is absolutely repulsive to me and I expect that an agent of daesh residing in the dorm with me is bringing in bags of bed bugs and releasing them. The room isn't that big and the cinder block walls and concrete floors are sealed with newish paint and don't have any cracks for them to hide in but we have not made a dent in the population at all. There are fully grown live bed bugs on me every night.
The main thing is this: I do have the option to sleep on the ground outside but I don't really have winter gear and I don't want to sleep outside over the winter. If I check back into the shelter every day then I can keep my bed but if I miss it one day then I have to start lining up at 5am every day to try to get back in. The staff guy at this morning's peptalk said there were 60 people waiting outside this morning. I don't know how many beds were available, probably two or three meaning that it could take months to get back in with no guarantees even then. This is going to be big problem if the staff make up another false predicate on which to kick me out like they did last month. This filth is fucking disgusting and I hate it but I would probably hate it more freezing my ass off and getting sick over the winter with no insurance and no home in which to convalesce.
The other night I woke and felt something on my thumb. I grabbed it and took it into the light to examine it. It was a dead, dried husk of dead bed bug meaning that someone put it on me when I was asleep. I will kill everyone in there just to be sure that I killed whoever was doing it. It is likely the person who sleeps on the top bunk in my bunk bed or else the person who takes down my draped sheet to point his camera at me. I keep finding the dead bed bug husks on my sheets right at that same corner where top bunk guy hoists himself to where he sleeps on top of me. If it was just gunk from his shoe then I would expect to find various forms of detritus there where his shoes get on my bedsheets but that is not the case. The only thing that I see there, several times, not every day, is the husk of a single dried bed bug.
I hate that I sleep in a tight huddle with a pile of of hobos, but it still seems better than sleeping outside during the winter. I put up a sheet around me so I can't see the ugly face of the other guy one foot away from me but they pull it down while I sleep so I have to wake up to his disgusting face or his camera aperature.
Maybe instead of giving Weinstein money for a hotel to rape women in or molest my niece they could give me money for a hotel room in which to quietly work on my manuscript. Before you say, "That's different! HW earned that money," don't forget that the only reason he has a career is probably because his cousin (brother?) married my dad's sister. I earned plenty of money, you just won't give it to me. My discovery isn't the greatest discovery since Einstein, it is the greatest discovery overall and you are treating me like an asshole while you send the beautiful women and money to people like HW.
"America is going bankrupt on such and such a date."
This is a popular meme. I wonder if there were "national" losses on October 19, 1987 that were mitigated with the common financial instrument known as a 30 year mortgage. Surely at the national level they can juggle the monthly payment of $0 with creative accounting but can they juggle that past the date of maturity?
I can see how Helene and Joe and/or whoever the other real villains are can see why they would have thought that they could steal my throne. To them the power structure must have looked like some random group of people who never accomplished anything important in their lives so they thought the whole thing was just some BS and no one really deserved any of it so they might as well steal what I deserved. Obviously that was untrue and while God put them in the position where it had that appearance to them, God never put me in that position.
Thirty years ago. This week in history.
I recently watched the movie Gifted. It was very good. The little girl looks very much like my sister Jenna's daughter Marley. The actress' name is McKenna Grace and I think it is pretty easy to pull McKenna out of Marley + Jenna. Then Grace would put a nice veneer on her professional career to state the opposite of its real purpose to pimp her out to the lecherous pedophile versions of Harvey Weinstein that movieland is allegedly full of. The context leading up to that last part is the topic of this post which may have been originally motivated by me confusing a real person Marley with a different persona McKenna.
I went to visit Joe in Savannah a few years ago. This was right before he and Helene started collaborating again to file that fraudulent affidavit that I have referred to very many times. While I was in Savannah one night over the weekend he asked what I wanted for dinner. I told him whatever he had was fine and he looked in the freezer. He asked me if I wanted some sausages and I said that would work. Then he was like, "Oh boy! You sure are my son if you like sausages nom nom nom nom...," and it was obvious he was talking about dicks. I can't be sure if this was the main person I call Joe or not. I had only seen him once in many years (or maybe zero times) and on this occasion in Savannah his beard was cut very short and I had never seen him like that. Also, my sister Erin said he had his moles removed a few years earlier so even if it was him, between the shaved face and missing moles it could have been anyone.
They eventually let me out of the mental hospital and I was trying to give Joe the benefit of the doubt to assume that Helene had twisted his arm into betraying his own son with some leverage more important to him than me. I went down to Warner Robins some months later for Thanksgiving. Joe emphatically repeated to me a few times that the house we were having lunch at was "Debbie's" house which I thought was odd because I don't know any Debbies. Now I guess it could have been DWS, or it could have been a BB code word for an all purpose recreation house. I saw Amber Franks at the lunch and though I hadn't seen her in a very long time about the first thing she said to me was, "Hi Jon! Do ya like sausages!?!?" I thought she was also talking about dicks and I told her no although I she could have been talking about something completely unrelated to a man's penis.
It was maybe the next day or soon after that Joe, Karen, Erin, Jenna, and Jenna's kids and maybe some others were hanging out at Joe's house. Joe was playing with some silly putty and I saw that he was molding it into a fairly anatomical penis with prominent ridge features around the frenulum. I thought he was just just making another gay joke but then he said, "Hey Marley come here," and he handed it to her. She took it from him and when she looked at it she was surprised or even shocked or stunned. Her demeanor instantly changed from happy little girl to sad little girl and it pissed me off.
Then it was either that Christmas or the next one and I went to Warner Robins again (Kathleen actually) and on Christmas day they were all doing presents. Marley got some little kitchen play set and she opened it and was checking it out. She pulled out little plastic broccoli, then little plastic fried eggs, and then when she pulled out the little plastic sausage she got pissed off and declared quite precociously, "I don't like sausages!" Little girls shouldn't have those kinds of problems and I was the only one of several people in the room who thought it was awkward as fuck.