I think I'm about to talk to my Dad again. A roommate just went to live with his parents again, & they said I'd be joining him soon. Everybody here has been accused of something. That specific roommate did blatantly break the rules, but I don't know if they are rules that are criminal offenses. I'd say it's a matter for his parents to correct. Possibly with the intervention of law enforcement.
But yeah, this is a Public-Housing-Unit for the rich & abused. I mean, my Dad said his brother attacked him about Robin. Well, Robin, I'm worth millions & billions of dollars, so your argument is invalid & it has been for quite some time. She didn't like white people, like Julianna. They both thought they spread their legs & get money rained down on them.
I hope I'm about to see my Dad again. I saw my roommate leave with his parents. I wouldn't see why it's any different with me. My Dad lives 25 miles down the street. Too long of a distance to walk to, realistically, but he's done there. We probably got our freedom. It's been 2-years now that this has been going on, shy of 2 months.
Getting my Dad to help me get the money is the plan. It's out there. It's waiting for me to claim it. I am in the News. Yeah, to the Ops out there, you got to get me some money. I realize, we want to set-up the smoke & mirrors. But this doesn't happen without payment. You have to get me a large payment, soon. I'm relatively sure I'm about to go live with my Dad, so that will take care of the $$$ problem for now.
It is exciting. My Dad probably can't wait himself. I hope he really respects me when we start living together again. [I will note that I don't know for sure that's going to happen, so it will be a surprise]. Yeah, my Dad has 5 million dollars. I forget how, but he made it at retirement. He makes roughly 4gs a month, & then he's paid into Medicare & it's exact accounting for 30 years. So, he'll probably end up making 6 million.
FDR's Social-Security safety-net did its job. The Senior-Citizens that worked are all rich, like my Dad. That's the way it's supposed to go, though. We don't work for free. We work to make money. It's even in the Bible. Jesus & the Church established the Capitalist-System that's a string-wire-chicken-fence, today. I talk about the Preexistent-System, well, it's a string-wire-chicken-fence.
Thank God. I get to go live with my Dad, again. I'm reasoning it's what that means. Because my roommate that left was in a lot of trouble, & they let him leave Scott-Free. They accuse me of things here, so I am wondering what's going on. I don't need to make things, but I'm going to live up to my threats if they come here pounding down my door. No evidence, consensual-sex (with women), & accusations.
They will eat dirt. But, it's not going to happen. Otherwise, whatever enigmatic plight they want me to go through. I'll probably end up living with my Dad, again. This is for the rich & abused. Because everything was ready to go on my end & I got zero help. People were arguing with me over basic-shit & I've had enough. It's going to be blood or freedom. My Dad will be freedom.
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