It’s not even daylight yet and I’m neck deep in harrassment, intimidation, lies, bullying, people creating problems, complaining about those, problems, escallating and escallating, and ultimately being blamed. Is it any wonder that I’m completely stuck world? Get your foot off my neck. And now I’m literally being yah’d by the motorbike gang stalkers, very aggressively I might add. That’s literal slavery.
Let’s back up. A couple of days ago, I was involved in a clearly manufactured situation that got very dangerous, I was nearly killed by on-coming traffic. This was following some weird pedophile based harrassment culminating in a yellow tsunami from tourist motorbike taxis, some of whom knew about the attempted murder of me earlier that day. They were referencing it and finding it hilarious.
The morning after the attempted murder, there was all sorts of weird sex goading and general harrassment everywhere I went. One thing I didn’t mention was that among this, when I got to the internet place, I think it was yesterday morning, which was the day after the attempted murder, there were some traffic police waiting just up the road from the internet place, parked sort of hiding behind a blue bus. I spotted them ahead of time. It’s very unusual for them to be in that place. What are the chances they would be there the day after I got essentially pushed into oncoming traffic?
I thought it was a bit odd at the time, well wouldn’t you know it this morning I got woken up by a traffic police motorbike apparently stoping a male motorbike driver and his female passenger. Right on front of me, and in the exact place where the 3 yellow motorbike taxis had shouted 'care care care!' referencing the murder attempt the day before. As the police gave the driver and passenger a hard time for whatever they had done to merrit being stopped, he kept saying the english word 'money' over and over, in amongst what was presumably vietnamese. He also quite clearly and loudly said the word 'yellow'. Eventually he drove off, on his police bike with the all in black military police bloke that was with him. The whole incident took quite a long time, it sort of felt like they were waiting for something.
At that point, I noticed that somebody had left a white plastic bag with various snack foods. That’d great because I have nothing to eat today. As soon as I picked up the bag, the male and female that had been stopped by the police, said something in english, I can‘t remember exactly what, but it was clear they were waiting for me to find the bag. So the whole situation, which involved actual real police, on an actual real police motorbike, was a staged manufactured incident.
A short while later as I was gathering myself for the day ahead, a motorbike gang stalker drove past shouting 'go home'. Then shortly after, the very aggressive one passed shouting 'yah!'.
How is it even possible to get ahead in life, to not get caught up in crime, to just live, when literally everyone, including the fucking police are in on the grift, which involves enslaving you, constantly harrassing you, and possibly murdering you? And what about if the fucking journalists are in some way in on it too? Who are you going to call?
Answer me that world, because I’m all out of ideas. All the doors are closed. Every god dam thing is a contradiction, and I’m being blamed for everything, blamed for being blamed, blamed just for existing. Infiniti AI nightmare trap much?
This is the sort of collective action that is not one bit good. It maskerades as help, but really is the mob collaborating to keep you down in the gutter. It’s literally happening to me.
So maybe I’ll be able to test the minimal repo I created yesterday, in between harrassments, to test the strange 18 secret limit bug I have experiencing on reusable workflows this past week.
It’s literslly 95% dealing with the world’s extreme bullcrap at the minute, 5% on getting myself out of the trap I’m stuck in. How is this fair in any way world? #