It is true that I can no longer stand California. Drug dealers, racial hatreds, biased job hirings and firings. It is no state for the weak. All of my working family has left, or at least those who can. I too will leave. I made a mistake coming here to serve the USA military. Never again will I serve the enemy of common men around the world, including my native city of Mobile Alabama, New Orleans, and Los Angeles. Below is a post on Quatrains 4 at Mobile Audit Club, linked on this post.
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In walking along my path in my daily life, I realize that those around me
have contempt for each other and myself sometimes. It seems that when I am
in the wealthier areas of the USA, such as in Tiburon California in a
small enclave of high-end shops, restaurants, and hotels, that the
contemptibility factor increases.
Therefore it indicates that the war is greatest in those areas, or at least
I often wonder if I and others are blinded to our total being, so as we are
contained and remain weakened, milked like a latent sea urchin or tube. In
that I am talking about the possibility of more than one life form or perhaps a
greater or larger being encompassing ourselves or myself and that greater being
possibility of a totally different form than this male homo sapien I see in the
That larger being could be blinded to the reality, held down, and used.
If so, I would rather have death for my entire being and all others of my flesh
than to be constrained and held in this hellish life.
The governments abuse me. The media ignores me. I was taught to
hate those who I see now as myself. They are in cages, or graveyards, and
some I loved like family.
A large German looking man walked past me in Tiburon lately with another
large man and acted as if he had something up his ass when he walked by
me, trying to mock or intimidate me. On another night near Tiburon a large
Jewish looking man another large man came from a closed film event on a street
at the Strawberry Village shopping center near Tiburon. The guard there
acted as if he was going to hit me for walking near the men with my groceries.
It is my hope that they all go to war with each other and that this time they do
not miss me or us. I would rather be dead than live in their presence.
More power to all freedom fighters of our sect in the world. We are
being jailed on this planet and space is already mapped. Or perhaps, they
have killed the true us and we or I sit staring stupidly upward, imagining I am
in Hellish environment of pompous fat snobs indifferent to the common man's
suffering. Invite war against the dope dealing and prison regime in
California, and the same goes for the closed door federal government and the
enemies who have excluded myself from government in my native Hell, Mobile
Alabama. Support North Korea's right to nuclear arms. Bush or that
faction with him has them. They are likely related to those two large
groups who are like one, that I have mentioned above. The "IT" factor.