From human created hell

Think of the legal hellscape carefully crafted and oh so ‘humanely’ implemented for Julian Assange. Years have been dedicated to his slow and certain punitive killshot
action and death by legal democracy to squeegie the situation and draw the final psychopathic joy out of it for state designed psychos. Good bottles of wine has been quaffed and toasts made on the long drawn-out psychopath path.

Think of Gonzalo Lira who died in circumstances that are opaque to the vision of all of us.

I fell into the hands of those that only wanted to help. We all know if a .Gov type wants to help, run the other way. I could not run and had to drink the container of bitter water put in front of me. I could decide not to drink of course, but one needs water. On that wheelchair because the infection that took my husband out, made me unable to walk and on that wheelchair I literally cussed my hips and legs into action. When I reached 4 indepemdent steps, holding on to anything, but walking, I swore to reach 1,000 asap and worked through the pain. Yes, there was pain but painkillers cause either too much action or too little – so I worked through and rested when it was necessary.

Thing is the helper generation is somewhat insane – not all but the majority. When I could not walk and needed total assistance, these helpers where happy. But, the more independence the more unhappy helpers. Their raison d’etre disappeared and was under threat I was now an erstwhile enemy. This was food for the ,gov and i have 4 schoolbooks full of essays and notes – my punitive action (how dare i get healthy while caring for my son – how dare I be a human that may not need the help – they are here to help Dammit and they will help! SO sit on your wheelchair and dont walk – the physio did say do excercises but don’t walk yet and I ignored that, hauled myself up and picked up my bed and walked. Of course the excercises were done as well. So punitive action and phone and computers were taken so that I could rest. They were helping dammit.

The clinic spat me out and I ended up with a bunch of nuns dedicated to education for teenage girls – a nice bunch of people and it went so well, I was so independent that the nuns said so and said it is a shame that the ‘socalleď help’ is of no value. Oh dear god – the new human rights guidance has been passed by the appropriate UN organisms, local laws were drawn and I am such a good ‘tema’, theme, to show off how the new system should work. In the meantime I had no access to any documentation, have not done a thing since my husband passed, have no connectivity besides the odd tv show which is unwatchable – and i was ‘humanely locked up.’

I am somewhat free now – after the nuns talked about insanity and they all cried when I was jerked out of there because we had a good time, I was placed and this I must be very careful with, a house dedicated to the support of migrants to the US. I know exactly how it works – met folks from Brazil through the whole of LatAm. But really I know nothing besides a bunch of t-shirts that came my way through this massive organization.

So I am slowly coming back – with tablet only so far. My son is well cared for and our shenanigans to remove me from .go…..v hands are successful. I cannot possibly mix with male migrants its dangerous you know, but we were lucky that I was offered a shared house on the spot – non .gov. So tonight I am not locked up besides locking the house as is normal. Yes shenanigans!

Much more to come. I did not die although it felt like it in spots.

The geopolitics seen in a bundle after a forced .gov rest are more fascinating than ever

Hi all – buenos dias – Im back. If we can keep to our current trajectory we will make the .gov sorry that they want to help and they will say halleluja! She is gone!
Let’s leave that kid alone.