Disagree!

I suppose I will never be popular as I will say what I think and believe no matter if people are angry or not.  I will disagree if I think it’s wrong, except, perhaps to a cop.  Gangstalking grows because people are too afraid to disagree with authorities or neighbors or relatives about the target being crazy, or a threat of some sort.  It’s better for the average idiot to go along to get along.  People got angry with me for sticking up for my friend when they all hated her and talked about her.

People get angry with me for believing in God because it’s nonsense and foolish to them.  I lost all contact with my family because I believed Jesus was God and they didn’t.

Because I won’t go along to get along whomever runs this sad circus show called  “our country” decided to target and torment me for the rest of my life.  I’m not against rules if they are fair.  A country needs laws, too.  But I will not be a conformist cookie cutter cutout.

Back in the 1980s it was very popular to be conservative.  I was liberal.  Now it’s totally flip flopped and if you aren’t politically correct about everything and accept everyone and everything (except ti’s of course!) you are an outcast and a bigot and nuts.  I’m not a right “wingnut” but take each issue and decide how I feel about it.  I’m not a kneejerk liberal or conservative.  Both parties are essentially the same anyway.

When I was younger I tried to go along to get along and failed.  I’m just different.  I’m not crazy.

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20 minutes

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Twenty minutes is a long time if your well is dry or what you really want to talk about you can’t.  Had a horrible day.  Cried for hours.  Been having a spiritual crisis for 4 years amongst other problems that have lasted longer.  It was a warm sunny day but I could not enjoy it.  That was one minute.  I finally found a way to post this badge–in this post!!! Two minutes.

I would never want to be a “saint” that is, recognized by an elitist organization that ignored the Jews in WWII.  I’m Protestant and every believer is a “saint” if they have accepted Christ.  If they never accepted Christ, then they are not a “saint” but one of the “lost”.  People differ on whether they think you can lose your Salvation.  There are as many opinions as belly buttons.  Some days I wish I had never discovered Christianity.

I found a writer on the Net who was beset by trials and when he went to God God responded by saying he should be THANKFUL for his trials and to “tell Satan that he, the believer, was grateful for his trials.  God also told him He still gives “mini and maxi” Job trials today.  So what is “maxi”?  Is that a lifetime.  Job’s trials were for 7 years.  David’s trials were on and off for his whole life but he had perks too.

I watched a video of this net guy and he frowned and looked bitter.  He has not accepted his “trials” as well as he said on his text web page.  He said there he was rejoicing in his trials.  On the video he had to hold in a sneer when he said “God”.  At least it looked like that to me.  Eight minutes.

I have not felt well for at least a month.  At first it was weakness and then I got actually sick.  The sickness is into its second week.  I hope I don’t have a dread disease.  I have been neglecting a certain test for years.  The first time I did it years ago I was so traumatized at the test and later needle aspiration that I had sort of a panic attack that lasted hours and then I got SICK.  That time I got well.  Will I this time?  Eleven minutes.

I have no good clothes for Summer.  Everything is too “revealing”.  I sort of wanted to be modest and to try it but its hard if you don’t want to die of heat in Summer w/o a/c.  Fans only go so far.  I had LIttle House fantasies of wearing “prairie dresses” but those pretty dresses look better on pretty people.  There are more modern long skirts but they cost money.  I am on a fixed income (another name for always broke) so I’d have to give something up for a month to buy “proper” clothes.

I’ve been putting jackets and other tops over the worst offenders.  Fifteen minutes.

Did you know the World’s Worst Tornado lasted for hours, and travelled 350 miles?  It killed over 600 people and flattened many towns.  It was in 1925.  It was called the Tri-State Tornado.  It had a double funnel at times and travelled forward at over 60 mph so people did not have time to find safety.  It was over 1.3 miles at its widest.  Tornadoes aren’t fun anymore to me.  Only if they are little and travel over open country.  There was also a terrible Tornado in 1840 but there aren’t many statistics on it.  Time’s up!

Three Wishes???

Today is your lucky day. You get three wishes, granted to you by The Daily Post. What are your three wishes and why?

Too bad God does not grant “wishes” like a genie in a bottle.  The word “genie” comes from djinn, or demon.  But if the Lord granted “wishes” I already know what I “want”.

This may not be what God “wants” for me.

  1. The perps out of my life
  2. Good friends.
  3. Lots of weight gone.
  4. I know there is not a “4” but a way to support myself.

P.S.  Cars have been going by and gunning their motors all day.  I guess another “new” thing to add to my gs.  Before, they were creeping by and looking in the window.

 

What is the magic ingredient?

imagesWhat’s the one item in your kitchen you can’t possibly cook without? A spice, your grandma’s measuring cup, instant ramen — what’s your magic ingredient, and why?

I can only pick one?  I’m usually flush with food at the beginning of the month but as it wears on I start running low on food.  I make a few store trips to replenish but the last week of the month is the worst.  It says “cook without” so I cannot use coffee as it’s a beverage.  It has to be an ingredient in cooking.

I suppose this ingredient isn’t one of necessity but one that makes your food taste good or acceptable to digest–which would be closer to my kitchen.  I guess I’d say cheese then. Cheese makes everything taste better from beans to rice to poultry to beef to noodles, to bread etc….it’s cheeze.  It turns an indegestible mess into voila! A beautiful junky caloric mess!

Housework Ugggh!

What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?

I most dislike cleaning the oven/stove. There are so many areas to clean. Top of stove, under top of stove, racks, inside oven, inside broiler….I hate the caustic oven cleaner but nothing else gets the mess off. I hate crouching on the ground cleaning the oven. I hate hauling buckets of dirty water to the bathroom. Oven cleaning is horrible. I wish I had a self-cleaning oven.

I forgot the burner racks.  They went a soaking in the sink.

Getting your head in the uuuuhven for inspection!
Getting your head in the uuuuhven for inspection!

Cold Turkey–Choose your poison

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Quitting smoking all those years ago was easy, but I still crave ciggies today for some reason. Quitting other things was harder.

Try quitting any psych drug except Prozac which has an incredibly long half-life and will not give too much withdrawal.

When I was 16 I quit Stelazine after I ran away from the hosptial on pass. I was a nervous wreck. I was scared of getting caught and having to go back, but it was more. After only 3 weeks I was clear of it due to a young metabolism. The day I realized I was free of the drug I felt happy for the first time in over a year. Sadly I went back on it (only once in awhile LOL) as part of the “agreement” to stay out of the lockup hospital.

I’ve tried to quit coffee twice. The first time it was easy and I would have stayed off coffee but I became so lazy that even I knew I had to drink coffee again.  I quit it another time by tapering off and was off it for 6 weeks but when I went to the health food store and bought a 7 dollar jar of instant fake coffee my friend knocked it over and broke the jar and fako coffee all over.  OK God,  I bet that’s a message from You I need to drink coffee….

Trying to quit Paxil was hell and I had to go back on.  I didn’t kick Paxil until I had a new replacement drug.  Quitting Lexapro was Hell and I tapered off it really slow without a huge withdrawal after trying to do it Cold Turkey.  After that, I felt like shit, though.  I was prescribed More Drugs.

Quitting listening to Rock Music was hard.  I used to get all my anger out listening to the music and fantasize to it.  I was miserable for a long time.  I’ve tried to quit carbs only to get:

  1. Weak
  2. Sick
  3. Hungry all the time

The bread still stays.

I quit meat for the most part for about a year.  I got anemia.

If the Big War comes we will all be quitting everything at once.  It will be a meltdown of almost everyone on the planet.

365 prompts: January 19th

Apply yourself

Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not
come easily to you.

This was last year’s Feb 10th post.  Say hello to the Sleestaks.

I tried to learn Gregg Shorthand but was shorthanded by the perps.

I tried to learn flower arranging but it was arranged that I would never arrange flowers again.

I learned to crochet and cross stitch but was crossed by the perps.

I attempted knitting and was paid back by an attempt on my health.

Being a slave sucks.

 

Lunch Post

DP challenge is offering Lunch Posts.

I usually don’t eat lunch but it’s about that time. The sun is brightly shining in but the wind is cold. Clothes are flapping in the dryer in an endless cycle to their endless wearings and natural death.

The street is quiet. It is a holiday and it’s almost a ghost town out there. My cat is sleeping cuddling my sandal.

I wonder if there’s anything in my house I could actually eat for lunch.

Dinner is now 4 hours 40 minutes away.

One Special Reader

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If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?

I’d want the one person who could help me get out of being gangstalked to see this blog and see it’s true and then help me. I’ve had enough.

If there is no such person I’d like to see the person who got me stalked in the first place read this blog and realize he has paid me back in full for whatever I did to him, whatever it was. I fear he would only want more to be done. I do not think he forgives.

So, then I’ll go with the first one. Who is the hero that would get me out of my hell? Could this hero free other ti’s as well? It would have to be a man or woman without fear because perps operate on fear.

Ripped From the Headlines

Indonesia’s Mount Sinabung Erupts, Leaving Damaged Towns Behind

A volcano, long dormant, has erupted again. The headline is above. Big volcanoes can cause cold weather because they spew stuff into the atmosphere. This big one has not erupted since the 1600s when there was a “little ice age” over Europe. So much for global warming.

Last year, the trees waited until the middle of May to start leafing.

Take that Al Gore.