What I Learned Last Night And The Night Before

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October 9, 2018

06:43

What I learned last night?!  And the night before?!  I don’t have to help you!  I don’t have to help you!  I don’t have to help you!  I don’t have to help you!

For every man who wanted me to write about the eel, I don’t have to help you – THAT IS WHAT YOU LET HAPPEN ON THE NIGHT OF OCTOBER 7, 2018!  Because I wrote about how time consuming it was to write about everything that happens so quickly in my head, so for this man on the side of the road, I WAS TOLD AT WORK I DON’T HAVE TO WORK FOR YOU OR HELP YOU AT ALL. 

CHECK OUT THE PHOTOS ON MY PHONE TONIGHT.  You have a dirty phone line, and phone lines.

Because I wrote about the eel what they did was to enter my garage door because it does not have electricity.  Why, did you ask?!  BECAUSE SOME FUCKING MORON THOUGHT IT WOULD BE THE TIME TO WORK ON THE EXTERIOR BECAUSE SOMEBODY IS GOING THROUGH MEDICAL TREATMENT AND THEY THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR HER IF SHE DID NOT SEE ME WITH MY CAR HAVING AN ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  THEY THOUGHT HER WELL-BEING HAD GREATER PRIORITY THAN ME AND MY MIND, AND MY HEAD!  THEY ENTERED MY HOME WHILE I WAS HERE TOOK MY BAG THAT HAS MY HONDA OWNERS MANUAL, BLUE CROSS AND BLUE SHIELD FIRST AID KIT, MY COMPASS, MY EAR PLUGS, AND MY SECURITY CLEARANCE THAT I SIT ON!  THEY THOUGHT I WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO REMEMBER.  I DON’T HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM!  AND, I DON’T DRUG PEOPLE’S ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES EITHER!

NO, SORRY IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!  NO, SORRY IS NOT OK.  NO, YOU HAVE NOT RETURNED MY PROPERTY TO ME!  SORRY IS NOT ACCEPTABLE IN THESES INSTANCES!

David, they wrote me up at work because they placed this person in my head to whom I am always saying no to, this person who is a taker – as far as I am concerned – and not a giver, and I could see she was taking from me my memories of you, of you and me, my fun, my laugh, my everything, and trying to make it hers, trying to make herself better by taking from me.  I had to do it.  I had to show her, and the world love does not and cannot be replaced by just anyone or turned into apathy.  I said David, David, David, David, David, David, David, David, David, David, David over and over during the night because this person has no right, no clearance, no authority, no permission, and no reason to be in my head.  The best way for me to fight back against her – this taker – was to say the name David, a Hebrew name, a man who actually did defeat Goliath, and a real man I loved before.  David, David, David, David, David, over and over.  I was not mean.  I was not vicious, or cruel.  I merely said a name and was written up for it.  Because once again I was correct, she detests this David because I loved him without wanting anything in return.

I want a restraining order!

This person, this detester of David, has been violent toward other women before in her youth.  And, it was not placed on her record of arrest.  Does this actually surprise anyone?!  Because it does not surprise me.

Look at the phone photos.

Jingle. Silverfish.  Spaghetti.

Place my real brother, my real father within my vicinity, NOW!

I was still gracious and courtesy in my address to you when you understood how foolish you appeared to me.  They wrote me up to get back at you, to cause a scene I will not do.  Because this work I ALONE DO, is real, and classified for a reason.

Jeff Bezos, you have a very serious problem with The Washington Post.  The building, the people, the phone, the area, everywhere there is a problem, I told them about it this morning.  It is the reason you lost my readership.

Jeff Bezos, if you want to fire me.  Fire me?!  Take that up with the Pentagon.  Take that up with the Department of Defense.  Take that up with the National Security Agency.  Take that up with Homeland Security.  Take that up with the FBI.  Take that up with the CIA.  Take that up with Santa Claus.  Take that up with Virginia.  Take that up with the President, himself.

Jeff Bezos, I have a zero tolerance for abuse towards women, and for myself, a woman, being abused at the workplace.  I will not back down for saying and writing that it is unacceptable to hit a woman for any reason, let alone hit her while she is working.  IT IS UNACCEPTABLE!

Saying sorry.  Apologizing after the fact is not enough.  Not for me, not enough.  I can see it is a pattern for her, one she gets away with.  I will not back down from this.

My real father did not have to learn or watch about this abuse and what happened to me, his daughter while I was young in this way.  It is not her or hers or anyone else’s story to tell other than mine.  And, I have been made to write family stories I never would have otherwise.  As in, do it or else.  Do it because your job depends upon it.  My real father, my real mother, my real brother – these were not any other person’s stories to tell other my own.

Jeff Bezos, I ordered diet coke zero, blood orange diet coke from Amazon for a reason, for family.  For my real family.  I included you in this.  What I got instead is overheated, over stimulated, and massive heart palpitations. 

Jeff Bezos, they went to such an extreme for a reason, ask those men with the highest security clearance why they wanted to get me to the point of writing to you specifically.  I will not write it.  Ask those men.  And, I would hurry if I was you.

Jeff Bezos, I really do love those three Top Gear, Grand Tour guys!  Some beer, and sausages for me, a lovely tea in a cup and saucer, of course, still water, and a lovely drive to a location I have not yet been…like London!

To the US Military, and those men who like to see me work.  I had to change lanes as it is unacceptable for me to see these real and true American Heroes turn into a woman in painted black make-up.  IT IS UNACCEPTABLE!  I CANNOT!  I WILL NOT!  UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ALLOW FOR THAT TO CONTINUE!  The work is far too valuable, far too important to be misunderstood.  Or, is there another American or human being who wants to see a FAILURE to complete a mission by our US military because I DO NOT!  DO NOT!  DO NOT!  DO NOT!  DO NOT!  DO NOT!  DO NOT!  DO NOT!

Where is this?  Tall, thin men, lighted from behind, lighted archways, relief-work in the arches, concrete looking, mostly smooth, lighted walkways, I cannot see the entire picture because of turns and corners in the way.  Where is this?  It would take me time if you wanted to know more.  Time I am not given at work.  Time I am not given at home.

Look into this, this was only supposed to at best last as long as the time I cared for my mother August 2009 to April 2012.  I have seen a him.  I have seen his body, his eyes, no disguise, most likely at a book store, Barnes and Nobles, probably 2010, more likely 2011.  Also, something else that was stolen and taken from this house while I was on the road-trip in 2014, my X-box game Prince of Persia.

Be careful, do not read further if you do not want to know the truth:

The military in the Middle East is very good.  Brains good.

What I have seen, the eel, is not frightened of the Middle East.  It is as if he believes they are not only not a threat, they are disposable, they can be taken from the Earth entirely.

It’s what I’ve seen.

Not my opinion.

Lambert has been quiet.  Maurice is the best behave-est boy in the world.  Murphy, solid, smart boy that he is, has been playing, and having fun.  Murphy has the best whiskers in the world.

Cheers!

10:06

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