sorry, I was interrupted by Big Brother there for a moment. and why have the pieces of shit not done anything about this? well because they are a bunch of flocking nazis who would much rather participate. if someone gets spied on 24-7, obviously the population should be killing whoever is doing the spying, but no, not this population, this population would much rather participate. so now someone will say: oh look! you're devoting too much time to the pieces of shit! you are giving them far too much power over you! well, I'll say what I knew well last year, and what I know even better now: there is no choice. my every moment must be devoted to the pieces of shit, if I wasn't writing this now, I would be sitting there watching their bites fester and grow. next time I go outside, it will be the same thing again. the pieces of shit. the pieces of shit. life is all about the pieces of shit. so let's see, last summer what happened? I was in much the same situation, and had already been trying for years every method conceivable to just get rid of the pieces of shit, and I already knew quite well: there is no way. if I take a backward direction, well, they'll follow me everywhere, they'll keep coming and coming and coming and biting and biting, and I will be retreating further and further into my corner. so I choose a forward direction. the only thing about that, is that they'll be playing judge and jury as they love so much, and they'll be criticizing my every move. whereas if I take a backward direction, they'll simply just admit to being pieces of shit and make fun of themselves in very unpleasant and overly obtrusive ways. (to be continued).