The police have broken into my home with a battering ram on an armored vehicle. Now they’re breaking through my bedroom walls. They’re going to kill me. And I did nothing wrong.
Please help.
Not one goddamned person in this world is willing to stand up FOR me.
This is a failed state. A failed civilization. You are all complicit in abusing and silencing someone who tried to help as much as he could during life, and now you’re going to have to take me down just to hide what kinds of horrible things you’ve put me through.
You should be ashamed of yourselves. You’re disgusting and you have zero integrity. All just out for yourselves at the end of the day. Even when someone like me gives up nearly everything to take you in, you can’t even be bothered to care if I’m physically and emotionally okay. Just as long as you get what you need, then to hell with my suffering.
Congratulations. You destroyed me.
Yeah so obviously the call is coming from inside “the house”, that doesn’t make you listening to it any less gross. Particularly by making a game out of it.
All right, folks. Listen up, and listen up good.
It’s plain as day that this shit isn’t happening randomly, or lawfully, or unstopably. If you value your property and your lives, I suggest you get the lead out of your self-righteous assholes and put an end to this. If things are worse for you than they already seem now, it’s gonna be in your best interest to give up the charade. If they’re not, well I frankly don’t fucking care anymore. You can find out how exactly unpleasant I can actually be if you really want to take that route.
I actually don’t know what an alternative would be at this point. Because your strategy is always the same… wait for me to tire out and then keep pushing the same stupid trauma training syllabus into my face. And you’re letting a computer system give you cover for all of it so you can pretend this might be a good thing if I just put up with it long enough to understand what it wants, or what he wants, or what you want, or what I said at some point that I want and you had no business knowing about it as a group anyway.
I’m not making anymore moves until at least 1 human being can tell me a single thing that doesn’t sound like it was scripted… and you’ve done such a number on me by now that I’m not sure that is even possible. It’s very obvious some if not all of these things have come from files that I don’t even have access to anymore, and files that weren’t ever mine, so I have no idea what the purpose could possibly be other than to breadcrumb me to the entrapment that you engineered yourselves with a fake Tor browser skin on top of a little bitch Firefox codebase. You should be ashamed of yourselves for how many of you have fucked me over with your internet trolling and fake profile crap and this whole fantasy real-but-only-for-you prison you constructed. It’s disgusting and you will never have to know exactly what this experience is like, and that’s not a fucking gift. That’s a weak excuse you’re hoping to god I will buy into, just like all the lies you’ve tried to use on me thus far. If it’s not fear and paranoia, it’s shame and guilt, or confusion most of all… and this never ending “you chose to be with these abusive people” line that doesn’t match with the trail of data you know perfectly well I have available to me, let alone the full story you clearly already have so you can make this story play out in a algorithmic “Parsoid” uncanny coincidence shitstorm.
Someone loaded up this system and told it what to focus on, and apparently it’s been running so long that the stupid shit is regurgitating literally in real time. And yet the devices are slow as fuck, the services are outrageously expensive, I can’t contact anyone or find out anything about assistance, and you’ve got me leashed like a prisoner of war in an underground bunker. Nothing is noble about this game. Nothing is fair about it. Nothing is excusable. If you are all able to respond in real time, like you obviously are, then the problem is not that I’m watching my TVs. That is a joke. And the problem can’t be that my job was horrible because they were feeding me lines for this thing for years and years, or whatever this is has made that outcome functionally indistinguishable from that. Again, you are aware of this too. Your supposed inability to do anything but make the humiliation machine ambiguous doesn’t make you less of a horrible person. Telling me to shut up when I describe exactly what is happening to me while nobody should be able to hear me unless they’re listening on purpose from around the corner of my house doesn’t make you less of a horrible person. And silencing me from the outside world hearing about any of this makes you the worst possible kind of people. The fact that I can’t even type - not even having posted this message yet - without real-time environmental chaos to match the tenor of the word I’m writing at the same exact second - means you have infinitely more power to screw my head than I have FULL STOP.
@werehasu@rygel_spkb Stupid and pathetic that you’re pretending I have any rights or power or choice in your disgusting game of “make James think he’s insane and then build him back up to think he was insane for being insane but it’s not our fault.” You’re all disgusting.