Late Blog Start

2200h
My first entry of the day, and I was busy at my perp abetting parents' place doing yard work, now finished. Again, more adversity; the gasoline powered string trimmer worked for a minute with the new sharp edged string, beating the ten second run time with the previous string type. Woo hoo, I am allowed to run a string trimmer for a minute, and then spend another five pulling the string out which is supposed to release with the push knob on the head, but doesn't, and not even with the aid of the pliers I had brought. Then the trimmer just stopped for no reason, and so it was arranged that the chain saw, also gasoline powered, was needed to chop down more stumps off the red osier dogwood jungle that had been there. But no, I wasn't allowed to run it for more than a minute and it just packed it in, no matter five more attempts with a suitable interim "wait time" for my tormentors. Their abiding tactic is to have me start things, stop in mid-course, and then come back in varying iterations of work, then divert. Back and forth, string trimmer and then chain saw, until it was totally hopeless. Even a post lunch time-out for the chain saw didn't revive it, and when there was other noisetalking each time I pulled on the starter, which gives a big electromagnetic kick in the process, I knew this jerkaround wasn't just for me. End of my ambitions to clean up the site to the level that I wanted to. And the perps like to create these trashed/dashed expectations, and I don't know why, except they have been highly consistent about it.

Therefore, it was manual weeding and rotten stump pulling after that with plenty of accompanying neighbor noise (lawnmowers, trimmers, and children). Another perp jerkaround is to have the victim do the same thing by various methods; using a chain saw, then loppers, then manual pulling, all for fucking around and cleaning out a plant jungle my mother let run riot. As always, the hotrod noise started up and was occuring near serially in a residential neighborhood, not to mention the lingering aircraft doing aerobatics if its noise pattern was accurate.

Back to the gasoline powered tools: I owned these items both for many decades and always kept them in good repair; I cannot abide to have a useless tool. It either gets maintained and kept useful or it gets tossed. Perhaps this is because my father was such a bumbling twit and had his tools in poor shape or even in a findable location. As my in-town brother is the owner of the above mentioned gasoline tools, I don't have direct control over their maintenance like I would if I owned them (sort of- long story). But as I gave up property ownership on account of this insane imposition, I don't expect to be able to apply my normal standard of tool repair. Needless to say, my in-town brother "forgot" to fix these tools like I told him to, so I would surmise he is doing exactly what his handler is requesting; have the victim experience more adversity in running borrowed tools because we have impoverished him so he doesn't own them any more, and would never keep them in the state of disrepair we require to piss him off with the arranged malfunctioning. And it so happened that I used the same string trimmer over a year ago at my in-town brother's place and had no problem with starting it, operating it and keeping the string long. Suddenly, this time, it has no end of problems in operating it; all because some sick asshole has decided that I haven't had enough of being jerked with by way of imposed adverse fuckery/tyrany. Something like that, and I want to be the first to take a baseball bat to the head of the perp asshole who decided this four day run of yard work with constant imposed adversity was "needed".

One also gets the impression that the perps cannot allow me to undertake any activiy with regularity and competence, as they abhor these notions, and also don't get enough fuckover "action". And of course this insane outlook precludes any kind of regular work as they need more things to go wrong more often than any fulltime employer would put up with. My ex was associated with a long list of things going wrong and generally fucking things up, especially financially, and I suppose the perp assholes want to continue to this insane agenda even now, as obviously they didn't didn't attain the desired outcome in the 47 years of covertly applied jerkarounds. All these years of being married to a constant fuckup, and when I get free, what happens?- I get sandbagged by the perps' overt program of fuckery which embraces the same precepts; constant fuckery, fuckups and imposed adversity. Now if they would just tell me why they need to apply this to me after seeming to fuck up themselves, I would be truly blessed.

For the record, or broken record perhaps, the perps seemed to have created a number of traumatization associations that they cannot yet access or defeat/modify, some stemming from giving me LSD at four years of age (what they tell me, and what they emulate with the various colors of plasma augmented on everyday objects). And another fuckup they tell me about, is that the normal ingestion of pollutants, plastics in particular, makes it very difficult for them to remotely read me, as these substances have very different properties at the quantum level than they do at the macro level. This they also tell me, and it seems to be the case with the numbers of plastic bag people, irrigation PVC pipe trucks in my proximity, and the plethora of plastics that are arranged my proximity, including above mentioned yard work where plastics of decades past are "found". Of late, the plastic bag stalkers have been parading red plastic bags about, as that seems to be a particularly bothersome color for them. So if the perps had started this scurilous life-raping rampage some 100 years ago, and followed their victims into the 1950's, they would of avoided the majority of the pollutants that the population now carries in their systems, and which presents such a huge operational problem. And I have no idea if the perps are cleaning me up of pollutants, or are somehow modelling their cellular effects; either is so improbable, but they seem to be making progress on some fronts. And don't forget, the perps were overtly life-raping victims over two hundred years ago, and that is documented in the Air Loom Gang, listed under books to the right side.

I took the city bus both ways today, and the normal freakshow was back again. After yesterday's absence, save the dude in the day-glo fushia shirt who got off after two stops with a woman wearing the same color who got on separately, I was wondering if there was a trend to decreasing the city bus freak show, but alas, no. I am getting blanked out as I type this, and cannot recall today's specifics, but suffice to say, they were there in spades along with the profusion of odd sorts at the bus stops; a one bus stop riding negro/E. Indian (couldn't figure him out and didn't want to). Then another negro near the bus stop when inbound; he was hanging with other teenagers clustered in front of the side of a white trades van in the parking lot where I got dropped off; freaking strange to have any cluster of people in a shopping center parking lot for the most part.