The battle has already been lost, of course. I'm just the ghost of one
fallen atheist reporting what has transpired out here.
Check that!
I'm still alive. The bastards who have me trapped out here and who are
toying with my life haven't had the decency (or 'mercy') to come out and
finish me off proper just yet. (And believe you *me*, since they've gotten
clean away with what's been done to me already, they *surely* could come out
here, finish me off, and make it look like I took my own life. Hell, one of
the 'Smith' clan out here headed by 'Norm' Smith, Daniel J. Miron's main
'Lieutenant' out here, is the County Coroner, for Pete's sakes! How easy can
it get?!
(But in all fairness to 'George', I must say, he's *always* shown a
graciousness and respect towards me that I could not possibly fault.)
It probably could even be held to be a 'mercy killing' in a court of law.
*Especially* in a Marinette County one.
It's official: I am no longer being supplied Diabetes medicine. And I am
completely out of it. As for not going into town for more blood tests; they
could just mail the tablets to me. They've done it before.
The clinic seems to be unconcerned about that lump on my lower abdomen or my
groin . . . whatever it is.
Note: I can't say a bad word about the medical personnel I've dealt with at
the clinic. But I have to realize that the town of Wausaukee is a Daniel J.
Miron stronghold. And it's *firmly* in the grip of pro-Miron flunkies. So
it's almost to be expected that clinic employees not get *too* 'helpful'. If
you know what I mean.
The pills have not succeeded in 'killing' the infection. Being kept confined
in such deplorable, squalid, unhygienic conditions; well what is one to
expect? My dismal psychological state of mind hasn't helped things either.
Again. What is the point of having Minister Fred W. drive me to the clinic
for blood tests if all that's going to happen is that I return to the
*exact* unhealthy conditions that spawned my infection and the cause of my
serious diabetic condition in the first place? What is *that* supposed to
accomplish. And as I well know, a proper diet is essential to combating my
condition. Yet I'm being kept confined out here under a rather bizarre form
of 'house-arrest' depending solely on the food Minister Fred brings me. (And
he can only bring what he has. The food pantry he oversees is not a
supermarket.)
Which brings me to an observation I have made: I, in effect, have to 'beg'
for my food. Oh, it comes fairly routinely -- although at times quite
sporadically -- every two weeks. But I have to ask for additional items.
And, to my mind at least, if comes off as 'begging'. It something that
bothers me a great deal. Perhaps far more than it should.
You can forget about the place looking 'neat'. I no longer have the drive,
the ambition, to pick up after myself. So you can imagine what it looks like
in my 'trailer prison'. I no longer *really* check my e-mail. I now see that
I have 7,717 unread e-mails in my 'inbox'. It is at least double, even
*triple* that in the inbox of another e-mail address I use, I suppose. Can't
say for sure because I no longer even bother 'checking in' to it.
The good news? I am slowly emptying the two large rainwater containers
outside with the plan of bringing them both inside. Then it'll just be a
matter of waiting for it to snow, shoveling it, and then emptying the stuff
in the containers to let melt.
Need a new microwave oven though. Mine has been 'dying' for quite some time.
If it were alive, I'd take it outside and shoot it to put it out of
its misery. The refrigerator is not far behind. Both filthy as hell, I might
add.
Well Greywolf, why don't you get off the pity-pot and clean up the place and
those appliances, you cry-baby, you?
I used to. But who am I gonna impress at this stage of the game. The flies I
finally got fly-spray to kill them with? Myself? The Wisconsin elected
officials and state agencies who've done absolutely NOTHING to end my
ordeal?
Out of line here, Greywolf. You've forgotten about the invaluable aid
Marinette County Energy Assistance has provided you, haven't you?
Well . . . I suppose. My thinking has been, as you might suspect after all
this time, a little 'clouded'.
Which brings me to the subject of torture. I said in another post that what
I've been through out here would make 'water-boarding' a 'walk in the park'.
I should have added the words, 'cumulatively speaking'.
Make no mistake about it whatsoever: What has, and *continues* to be done to
me is unvarnished 'torture'. It is fiendishly *deliberate* too. All *sorts*
of
psychological 'mini-tortures' have been employed to break my spirit during
these past few years. And four 'escape' suicide attempts have failed. And
that's where it stands. There are some sick, wickedly sadistic so-called
'Christians' out my way who are, no doubt, thoroughly enjoying seeing an
atheist on his knees.
Makes you want to be just like one of em', doesn't it? Well, enough of that.
I don't, however, want to leave this post on an entirely glum note. I *did*
receive a spot of *seemingly* good news from a staffer working for
Congressman Steve Kagen. It's only a *whisper* of hope, mind you. But its
better than nothing. But then again, maybe it's not. The up-and-down
business of my hopes being dashed one after another has taken its toll on my
psyche as well. Anyway . . .
The Packers are 6 and 1. Not too shabby, I must say. The Wisconsin Democrats
even *attempting* to do something about my miserable plight out here and do
something about Daniel J. Miron, the community leaders aiding and abetting
him (*especially* in my home town of Wausaukee) and the spineless clergy who
are morally obliged to speak out against what's being done to a 'neighbor'
of theirs . . . well, they're 'winless'. And a 'team' that doesn't *care* to
win in this instance either, I might add.
Pathetic, isn't it? How in the *world* something like this could take place
in this day and age is beyond me. But it certainly fits the 'character' of
the present administration, doesn't it?
Only in George W. Bush and ***** Cheney's 'Christian America'.
Greywolf
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