That's a picture of the Yahoo search result for the White House official website. I took the picture today at the time shown.
What do you care if I date or not? Are you going to try to make sure that I can never have friends or a boyfriend? You don't see me trying to destroy your marriage, do you, or stop you from having friends?
You have made my life such a hell that I have not known how I might be able to date people who wouldn't be able to defend themselves against the conglomerate's jeering and lethal threats. I suppose, if I just keep trying to put one foot in front of the other, I'll be able, eventually, to create a social life for myself. However, the conglomerate has attacked every nonfamous person with whom I have even spoken for a few minutes; code stories explode about them, and I get stalked by vehicles that have the people's names on the sides.
Your behavior toward me, with its hostility and ridicule, has isolated me from all of humanity.
Also; what do you or anyone care if I am friends with or date a famous person? I'm not unknown myself, even though I never sought fame, and I am doing everything that I'm able to do not to be dependent on any rich person. I have lived in shelters. Now I'm living at a psychiatric facility, which I had to be reinstated as a Department of Mental Health client to do. Do you think that I liked living in shelters, or that I like having to tell everyone around me about my psychiatric history and take on the identity of a mental patient so that I can pay my bills and have a less-than-constantly-dangerous-and-overwhelmingly-stressful place to live? Do you think that I was happy being abused by my landlord the entire time that I had an apartnment from 2013 to 2014? Do you think that, or my being evicted, would have happened if I had taken even one of the many offers from rich people to help me? I would think the first thing that said rich people would have done would have been to help me financially, to get me out of the clutches of the people I have to deal with, being poor and stigmatized. Even just having their public friendship probably would have made a lot of people who abuse me stop abusing me, as shallow as that is.
I choose the independence that is available to me. I have learned the hard way not to refuse the choices that are the best I can do while I try to get through my life. That means welfare checks and living in a psychiatric facility, while I look for an apartment that will take the Section 8 voucher that was miraculously given to me by a kind and thoughtful, anonymous soul in 2012. That person, whoever he or she is, was trying to save my life, and he or she did save it. It usually takes years to get a Section 8 voucher.
I'm not taking money from anyone personally, and I'm not dependent on welfare and other social systems because I want to be dependent.
The conglomerate never ceased its attacks on me and my employers when I was working. It made me lose two jobs in a row.
Do you want me to be dependent on welfare for the rest of my life?
Do you want me to masturbate for the rest of my life? Even that would be difficult for me to do, SINCE THERE ARE CAMERAS EVERYWHERE!
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, December 13, 2014 @ 12:28 p.m.
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