WCVB's 99 years of rape endorsement

September 7, 2014

Did WCVB see the video that I published yesterday of the U.S. Postal Service worker who stalked me to the restroom of a library?

I can't help the way that media publish information.  I don't even know how many times I have said that I don't choose articles or excerpts for code purposes.  Also, the conglomerate can't truthfully dispute that it invades my privacy all the time, and frequently latches on to a word in something that I read with my phone, which it then blows up into code stories and ads.  The conglomerate does this, while it ignores everything that I say and write about my attempts to deal with the CONGLOMERATE'S use of code.  "Code" is the word that, in 2009, I gave to the way that celebrities and the media talked around things, insinuated, used people's names to mean other people, twisted news stories to make them about something that had nothing to do with what was being reported, and generally acted like adult-sized, infinitely more dangerous versions of the worst, immature junior high school students.

Yesterday, I was trying to think of a name for the page about Russia while my phone battery was about to be depleted and I also had to go to the Pine Street Inn for the bed lottery.  The doors of the Pine Street Inn are locked from 3:15 p.m. to 4:15 p.m. every day for the lottery.  If you are not in the building by 3:15, you can't put your name into the lottery.

When you are homeless, you do everything according to the schedules of shelters and everyone else on whom you are dependent.  I have said that before, also.

I named the page; a few minutes later, my phone shut down.  It takes several minutes for the phone to work after it starts to be charged.  When the phone started working, I named the page about Russia with the name I had thought of while it was charging.

I am always on the defensive with the conglomerate; the conglomerate has all the money, all the time,  to choose how the things that it creates look, sound, are.  Most of my time is spent trying not to be raped, killed, or both, which is a miserable and tiring way to live.

Copyright L. Kochman, September 7, 2014 @ 6:45 a.m.