Dreams.

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Have you ever dreamed you were all the main characters, good and bad, in some extended movie-like dream?

At first I didn't quite catch the meaning, until it was impossible to miss.

Brutal.

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Not noticed when waking, but slowly more apparent as I woke.  My neck is way out, to the point of a severe headache and nausea.  Well?  Well, so what.  I may take it a bit slower, but I will work today.  A shower in about ten minutes.  Blankets upstairs and whites into the laundry.  Dishes set up.  A bit of a rest.  Then out and to it.  It seems as if the sun is up and out, for what it is worth this time of year.

It is time to work.  Hurt or not.  I took aspirin around ten, to no good affect.  I bought a different painkiller, one that is good for swelling and fevers... I didn't have anything the last time I got severely sick.  Won't do that again.  They may not be the best with heart medicine, but they won't be used regularly.  Further, when aspirin fails, it is good to have something else to try... especially if I really need to get going.

The phone went off earlier, twice.  I just couldn't find it!  Then, a few hours later, I remembered where I might have put it.  I will... keep it there, as a regular night place, from now on.  It looks like V.A. or SSA called.  Or both.  Anyway...  I do plan to create a farraday cage, perhaps triple layered if I have enough material.  Definitely double layered.  There are some... tricks to it.  As well, eventually they will be trying to get through that, design a way to transmit through such systems.  Continuous testing is good, but other means of testing will be required.  Most likely, they will change frequencies, or create a scattered or focused transmitter which isn't constantly on, or easy to notice.  They want your data.  A recorder and transmitter is all that is needed.  Your software and hardware are owned.  Unless you control or contain... even then, understand, you are always heard.  If nothing else, God knows... and... you know.  Limits.  But them?  Fuck them.  If I can give them nothing, I will.

Unfortunately, I don't think a continuation for President Trump will change this, any more than it will build the rest of the wall.  Or... I would have voted for him.  Still, a Biden win would be slightly to much worse on this and that, and dozens of other scores.  Oh... so... why not vote Trump?  Well... because, if Trump is only going to slow the decline, but not stop the demographic invasion, then it becomes a death by a thousand cuts.  I'd druther just have the whole head chopped cleanly and neatly, or Civil war to ensue... maybe both?  Cheers.  As I said, I support Trump, but not enough to vote for him.  Only to defend his legal rightful win.  Let the people have their true say, and leave it at that.  His win, too, would be a sting to those who want to change America, making it a new USSR.  There is that.

Anyway... it's about time to begin beginning!  Yeah!  Later.

Already back up... just for a bit?

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I went to bed at 21:36.  Wanted to remember, did.  Woke a bit after midnight.  Couldn't remember the exact time, didn't try.  Dreamed.  In the dream, I put together an incident report of what actually did happen today.

As I was out, I grabbed a meal at a burger joint.  They have two lanes, some asshat pulled in the other way then tried to muscle his way through to my lane.  Nope.  Plus a few choice words.  Nigger being one of them.  One he happened to be.  He finished his ordering process before me, but tried to have me go first.  Nope.  I only ever want what is mine.  He paid for my meal.

Now, that would have seemed cool, but I was pretty sure that wasn't a gift.  I had no choice, but that was that.  I kept my awareness about me the rest of the night.  Turns out I was being tagged.  His vehicle was very peculiar.  A higher end, but a ministation wagon one.  I had never seen that config.  On my way to check on the critters, it was pretty dark, and I was switching lanes, and leaving the road, often enough that, tracking me would have been difficult.  And would have been noticed.

I kept seeing blacks, however, on the way up.  Which... was unusual.  Especially so many.  Yea, I... was wondering.  But I didn't see him.  On the way back, I did see him.  He, and at least one other vehicle, were jacking around... he was ahead of me, going just slow enough to make sure I would catch up, another was blocking the outer lane, but began advancing, and a third suv was behind, and began a push.

Then we all saw a cop suv, and all the tomshittery up and stopped.  Ten to one, they were using listening devices used by cops to hear what occupants are saying.  I knew cops had that years ago... proved it to Kordell by getting a cop to nearly ram us.  *grins*  Don't fuck with a psyops, boys and girls.  Anyway... looks like antifa, blm, agents, even in small college towns, have that gear.  If too, it looks like cops know about it and are on to some of it?  I saw three more cops on my way home.  I took a different path, checked as well as able, and got home eventually without seeing more.

Now... are the cops... which angle are they playing.  For all I know, saying nigger is grounds for arrest these days.  It looked like they broke up the attack, which only hadn't happened because they aren't used to attacking a driver who is willing to do what it takes to... keep out.  But... watch it out there, boys and girls, the groids are up in arms, and are on the attack.  Go armed or go home, and be ready to fight for your lives.  Don't die because a monkey doesn't like a word.  There is a reason they are called what they are called.

And, just understand, the cops aren't always going to be on your side, even when they seem to be.  They are so politically correct driven, they may be pc drones.

I remember, when taken from Iowa to Chicago, to the deserter detention center, in three points all the way... even on the airplane.  I think they try to break people that way?  And, then, at the center... where they tried their best to humiliate, hurt, bother.  I... just didn't mind.  Sitting there, allowed to do nothing, for days and weeks.  I... had no difficulty with anything.  Then... they realized... just what I was.  All stupid shittery stopped.  They... were told nothing of me.  Which, on top of their own instincts, frightened them even more.  Death, it was a form of death, they had bottled up.  One who was on a cruise like vacation, for all intents and purposes.  Worse, a Noone Death.  They all learn, in time.  I think half of the parties involved tonight know.  The other party may learn so fast it never registers.

It was a white or silver audi q7 or etron, I believe.  Saw it one too many times, in one too many places, for coincidence.  And in a caravan at the end.  So... yeah.  Watch it.  Watch for it.

But you, out there, watch it.  They are listening into your car.  Ask a cop friend about the tech.  They almost all, or all, have it in their vehicles.  Might not be admissible in court, but can lead them to what is or keep them from being shot.  *wink*  But that is how they are choosing who to pull out of vehicles and etc.  They may be listening to your homes, while they march by, as well... tagging certain people for future and present attacks.  Watch yourself out there.

Oh, a visitor?

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Not really my tunes, but what are.  Still, to notice is what it is.

Dispossessed?

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Events led me away from writing this post.  Back to it.  It should be done.  The title is meant as pleasant humor pertaining to the topic.

Several days ago, it hit.  I think it had started several days to a week before that.  If I had to guess, prayers of exorcism.  One?  More like several.  A focused event, before the illness request.  I felt it solidly.  I... sometimes, often... always question what I write.  Self doubts, uncertainty about what it is I am perceiving, insurity whether to share... much, perhaps most, is not shared.

A haunt of perfume...

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The echoes of heels.

That was fast.

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Not sure... I am having to do a lot of work-arounds to get to blogger to post.  It took... an hour or two just to figure out how to get anywhere.  I wasn't, at first, sure if this was some sort of massive attack against google, youtube, and gmail, or if my machine had simply been attacked and messed up.  It seems the latter.  I was doing this and that, watching vids, then went to the restroom.  I returned to a crashed machine.  Not unusual, so I reset, then attempted to get online.  Initially it looked like I couldn't get to any of the sites I wished to visit.  And, as I said, once I figured out how to get through, getting around to, say, posting that comment first, then this, was tricky.  Still is.

I posted this comment on another site:

Not that they generally go after nobodies, save for zombie attacks (if they still do that... is that too 21st century?), but when they do... just how safe is even the most suspicious regular joe? I sort of think we are toast, starts with governments and big corps, who actually often work together, but then the employees learn the back doors and use them or sell the knowledge. Imagine even an underpaid* employee at a software security suite company?

Now, here is something I have never had happen. Does it mean they like me, or... Anyway... my security software dated out. I bought a different one. But between frustration with this and that, and illness, I never did install the new software. Finally, a couple months after the expiration, and that I was told in emails and pop-ups... which everything on my machine is set to block, that I was out of time and no longer protected? I decided to... see what could be done... after all that had ceased for a couple of weeks... or a month... or two. I'm... right on things sometimes.

It turns out? Somehow, I am now protected for three years. So... someone had to hack on and sign up the protection. I promise I didn't, and I promise I was out. No charges. Go figure.

I suppose I suspect why, though I hadn't really thought of it.  As I mentioned in a retort, a simply request to leave would have been fine.  Oh, and yes, the addition to the security suite disappeared.  Might have been a favor, just not done well.

I am not sure what... I can do about this.  I had hoped to go to amazon, to order a security suite I could simply download.  But the amazon site on both of my browsers is unusable.  Yeah.  Well, I was correct, no chance at all.  I wonder if, through the link, it can be shown that the blog owner or someone from that site did hack my machine, that they could be prosecuted.  Heck, it's probably even across state lines.  A federal?  Not if they are .gov tools, or favored "people".  Though... maybe anyway.  I just don't know, or how that would be proven.  This election cycle has sure brought it out.  This is actually the second site where either the proprietor or visitors have seen it fit to hack my machine.  Just request I not return.  It's quite simple.

As to other things?  Dishes have been done, though they need another washing.  So they have been set to another sudsy soak.  I am working on the pressure cooker lid and pressure device.  It doesn't seem to be working right.  Yeah, you aren't supposed to do that, but I have to check on it.  It seems to be working.  Simply by getting a lung-full, and blowing, at the various settings, I get air through...  the higher pressure takes more, of course.  I have cleaned out the area, and am soaking the device itself in very hot water.  I'll clean it as well as I can, testing when finished, then when I think it is truly dry.  I had meant to order more gaskets, as I think this one is shot if nothing else... but... no amazon!  Thanks you fucknut.  As I said, if that was a favor, it was a lousy way to do it.

Oh, the broth is cooling.  I should be able to put that through a strainer, pulling the hogs feet, in another hour or two.  Oh!  And it's dinnertime.  Past dinnertime, though not beyond the window.  I have something small, just needing some heat, then I'll make another sort of cabbage and beef.  I wont' get fancy with it, just... rough, if smaller than yesterday, chop, and... actually I'll fry the hamburger first, then add the large dices of cabbage.  But green or red?  You know, I don't even know if their is a carb difference?  Crazy, but maybe they are the same, maybe they are very different.  It's odd how that works out sometimes.  Hmm... hungry.  Later.  Assuming I can get back on, and then in.

Why not so upset?  Ah, they have been hacking me since... since I started.  The left, and some of the "right"... I'm not sure if it's hate, power, inability to deal with reality?  Or just looking for war, but not quite with reason, so attacking anyone who disagrees, and being right nasty about it.  Can't handle disagreement or debate.  They will get what they want, and here or there, they will pay.  Not a curse, a known.