"Greywolf" <greywolf@cybrzn.com> wrote in message
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Still nothing.

I believe I posted my first request to contact Representative Mursau on
November 29th. He finally made personal contact this past Friday.
*Seemed* not too interested in doing anything about Douche-Bag Miron or
into checking into the (criminal?) behavior of the Marinette County
Treasurer and her 'colleagues' in regards to the 'problems' related to my
property taxes and property. I have a certain 'sinking' feeling in the
pit of my stomach.

I think I've aleady touched upon this, but I'm at a loss as to explain
why no 'decent' Christian from town has seen to it that I be brought out
a nice supply of tap water. I'm starting to drink the little rainwater
I've managed to collect -- in various forms (including very very 'sugary'
powdered drink) -- like a thirsty elephant.

Marinette is some 40 miles from my home. 'Crivitz', the town the good
Assemblyman called me from is just 21 or so miles south from me. The
clinic in that town staffed my 'home' physician before she up and went to
someplace in Texas. There is a clinic in town, too. That's 7 miles north
of here. I just don't see why a nurse from either one of those medical
facilities doesn't 'pop' out here and have a 'look-see' at me. But there
just *may* be some rules or regulations why they cannot. I don't know.

I finally managed to get to speak with my 'Chicago' half-brother last
night. He was obviously drinking a bit. That may explain his 'slip-up' in
answering the phone without checking who the caller was. When told I had
no running water and that the furnace was 'out', his reply was: 'And
who's (or 'Well who's') fault is *that*?' So much for 'brotherly' care
and concern. 'Brothers' from the pit of 'Hell' is what I possess. And
that would be a *fictional* place for those of you who are wondering.

(After my home burned down, and *finally* getting to speak to him;
instead of asking if *I* was alright after telling him that nine cats and
kittens perished in the blaze, he just responded with: 'Well how many
damn cats do you *have* out there!'?' 'Neat', ain't he?)

I am now expecting to hear less than 'good' news from Representive
Mursau. After all, it was my 'opposition' that voted him into office. I
hardly think he's going to help give a filthy atheist the 'justice' and
the monetary compensation rightfully due me. And if he lets Douche-Bag
Miron 'off the hook' in any way, shape, or form, you'll get a very good
idea how much 'control' Douche-Bag Miron exerts in my county. As far as I
know, the Marinette County Treasurer & 'Friends' haven't even been given
the proverbial 'slap on the wrist' in all this. But I cannot say that
with *complete* certainty.

I had an awful dream in regards to my hurting heels. I hope that dream
doesn't turn into 'reality'.

Well it's time to get back to the Packer-Lion game. Favre threw a
tipped-ball interception just before I arrived at this keyboard. As much
as I admire the guy, it's time he finally steps away from the game. He's
got a whole new world awaiting him. And one I'll bet he's going to enjoy.
Now *that* guy is a 'true' warrior in every sense of the word.

Prediction: The hapless Lions pull out a victory.

Oh no, No! Elizabeth!! Now you put away that over-sized cast-iron
skillet, girl. I was only JOKING! Owwwww!!! Owwww -- and delivered with
so much 'love' ...

Greywolf

Kick me *twice* in the ***** for showing so little 'faith' in my Packers. No
excuses. I was being a dirt-bag pessimist of the worst sort. A number '14'
cast-iron skillet and Elizabeth's 'love' have knocked me back on the
'tracks' I momentarily fell off of. (Make that *three* kicks in the *****.)

I'm very anxious to see what tomorrow brings -- if anything. I can't
believe the weather is as nice as it is out here. It certainly helps the
morale. The quickening depletion of my water supply doesn't.

I am speculating quite a bit. It could be that Representative Mursau is
checking into the veracity of some important information I provided him.
And that heads are going to 'roll' as a result. But it just may be
possible that he's attempting 'damage control' with that very same
information as well. He is going to expose the 'real' Jeffrey Mursau that
lurks within him in any event. Which 'side' of the Assemblyman emerges is
something I'm awaiting to see with a *great* deal of anxiety. It's 'make
or break' for me.

I wish to, once again, mention the name of the insurance company who two
of the
captains of that agency who were involved with 'collusion' with Douche-Bag
in 'fleecing' me out of monies legally due me: The Maple Valley Mutual
Insurance Company (MVMIC) -- Lena, WI office. And what make the two pieces
of walking, talking, and breathing pieces of living ***** that I have in
mind so vile and despicable is that, apparently, they are well aware of
the conditions they helped to create out here and have shown no remorse
for what they did, nor have shown *any* conscience or effort to make a
'wrong' thing 'right'. They are heartless and callous individuals who care
not one whit that they're actions have caused such anguish and suffering.
Disgusting that these men can call themselves 'children of God' and lack
any remorse for what they've done.

C'mon Representative Mursau, let's see your better half. Help rid this
community of a cancer; of a foul, odious individual who is not only
corrupt himself, but *breeds* corruption! He has 'infected' far too many
otherwise good, decent members of our community. He has exploited the
religious faith of others for his own insatiable and 'sick' lust for ever
more power, land and money. He's mentally disturbed, this filthy parasite.
Do the 'right' thing in regards to him, Representative Mursau. You will
feel intensely better for having done so.

Greywolf

For those of you who are asking yourselves why I, a diabetic, am drinking
'sugary' powdered-mix drinks: One, the 'Market' that I am delivered
'groceries' from does not stock 'diet soft-drinks' -- or even 'regular'
soft-drinks for that matter. Two, I believe that my suicidal 'side' of me is
unconsciously trying to take hold yet again. This is an agonizing and
torturous situation out here. The mind begs for it to stop -- one way or
another. The will to defeat pure evil and 'stand tall' in the face of such
adversity -- as well as remain defiant in the face of theistic abuse -- tugs
the mind in the other direction. Ultimately, in time, the former will win
out. No one can withstand a constant pummeling forever.

(I made some needed edits in this post. I am far from being as 'sharp' as I
would like.)

Greywolf