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  • HOW LONG DOES BULLYING LAST?

    I saw something on twitter, it was a little kid who writes a letter of help, because he is being bullied and he wants it to stop. It inspired me to write the following:

    How long does bullying last? Will it ever stop? The answer is it last forever and it never stops. I am in my forties, and I am still being bullied by the adults and senior citizens in my neighborhood.

    One time I got bullied, I spoke out against it but had a garden tool in my hand when I did speak out against it. The people who bullied me then called the cops. The police took their side, so on top of being bullied by being assaulted on my property while working in my yard, I had to spend a night in jail.

    I got bullied as a child, I got bullied in my twenties and all through my adult life to present time.

    For some people bullying last even longer. It happens well into their old age. You have elderly people who are abused by other old people at church and at the nursing home. Then when you die, some people disrespect the funeral.

    And I am not sure what to do about it or if it ends, all I know is it happens. But why? Why does it happen? Why me? Well why not?! Perhaps it is karma from a past life. Or we are no different from the animals in the jungle who dominate each other and become prey or predator. Very few animals have no predator, but most do. And like the animals in the jungle, they just enjoy the small things in life until they get eaten. That is what I will do and if I can tell this kid anything or anyone else anything who is getting bullied, that would be: enjoy the small things in life like farting, a cold drink on a hot day, stuff like that. When you are bullied it is beyond your control, so the best thing to do is control the way you feel.

  • Have you ever been called a bum? What is a bum?

    There are many kinds of bums. All bums are not created equal. A bum is someone who wants something for nothing, A bum is someone who defined as worthless, despicable and who lives dissolute.
    If you have been called a bum it may hurt, but you can only be hurt for so long until you have to find out why you are hurt. I have been called a bum by many people to my face. After a few times I had to finally define it.
    You hear the word bum and immediately you think of the poor individual on the street laying there begging for change and you associate yourself with that image when someone calls you a bum but that may not be you.
    There are classifications of bums. There is: the begging azz bum, the failure bum, the homeless bum and the common bum. Now we are going to explain each one of them.
    Homeless bum: This is the individual who for one reason or another is down on their luck until they end up on the streets. Or they just did not want to participate in adult life, breaking free from the ferris wheel of life. Many call them undesirable, I call them admirable. I do not look at these people as bums and it is wrong to do that, I refer to them as unhoused people.
    Begging azz bum: This type of bum sometimes works, or does not, but either way, they must freeload off of you and always asks for something.
    Failure bum: A person who failed at everything they did although they may have worked very hard. They burn out or end up in a viscous cycle of failure and then they give up.
    Common bum: This person is finding opportunities for a free ride and use minimal resources; they may try to live with family and not pay bills.
    I been each and every kind of bum listed except for homeless. You may want to frown upon me but be thankful for me, I am one less person who will compete with you in the job or housing market.
    Also, it irritates me when people called me a bum, because I am a combination of a common bum and failure bum, I have not been a begging azz bum in a long time.
    Instrumental Failure by Rich the Bum is available on all streaming platforms. It is a music only album with no vocals.

  • How do I know if I was shadow banned or blacklisted on the internet?

    Here are the signs that you have been shadow banned or black listed:

    • when you post a video, it gets zero views
    • when you post a video it may start to get quite a few views and then immediatley it stops happening
    • after many years, your posted video gets under one hundred views
    • you cannot find your work or your name in detailed searches on the search engine or a specific site search.
    • when you try to search for something on a search engine or on a specific site you see or feel that your search results may be altered, hence limiting your research
    • when you type in the title of your work or your name other things show up and it is not your work or name and it is opposite.
    • when you submit your site to a search engine you can not find it when you type it in to search on search engines
    • you are not able to put links that are clickable in the description on youtube or on other sites
    • you are forced to verify your site, identity, phone number or email with a certain site or tech company so they can further have data on you to further silence you.
    • no matter what you do to follow procedure of ensuring your visibility, you still can not be found.
    • you are flagged for saying anything on social media and are accused of violating policies or breaking rules when you did not
    • your website accounts are banned with no explanation
    • your website accounts are banned after being accused of violting rules although you did not do anything

    Above are the telltale signs that you were shadow banned or silenced
    Now it is time to put more words to it by giving my opinion as to why this happens and share my personal experience about it. The first thing I can say is the internet or the world wide web is not as free as we think. What I mean to say is you are not truly free to say or do what you want. There is no true democracy on the internet which is why you can be excluded by a tech company or a certain website for what you said with no due process or regard for freedom of speech as guaranteed by the United States constitution.
    This exclusion can also be a joint effort by many websites where you see yourself mysteriously being unable to post something on many sites. Freedom of speech is not very prevalent on the internet and when it is, there are many consequences that follow. That consequence is being shadow banned and or blacklisted by companies on the internet which make you invisible and dead to the web universe.
    So how does being shadow banned or blacklisted start?
    I noticed it with my friend Rich the Bum, a music artist. He has an album out there called “Instrumental Failure by Rich the Bum,” but you would not know because when you type in Rich the Bum, you get a different artist and a different song. I asked him why that is happening, and he felt he was being shadow banned and blacklisted for posting things online.
    With me it started when I put out a cartoon that people thought was racist because I was doing it in the spirit of Looney Tunes, when the creator did all the voices. All of a sudden it was flagged by haters and then it happened: I got no views and when I searched for my name or my title, I could not find it.
    Another time, I posted on a social media site political opinions and the owners of that social media site clearly flagged my account. Not only was I not able to get back on, when i was I limited. I could not get into certain groups; I could not find everything on a search when I did get back on.
    This other time, I spammed a live chat with my product during a hot topic of conversation in a political news live stream and then all of a sudden, my ability to post links on my YouTube description box was taken away.
    Once you get noticed the wrong way on the internet it happens, you get blacklisted or shadow banned, from there your searches get altered, you cannot find yourself on a search, and no one will view you or find you on the internet. I am not sure how long it lasts, many times for years, other times forever.

  • My personal Valentines Day Massacre

    That is my love life, a series of realizations that I am not good enough. However, there was a time I thought I was good enough. So, what do people who think they are good enough do? They go on dating sites looking for women. Then I found one, she was cute, she had a muffin top on her belly which she wore as a sexy feature. But in reality, she was a plumper who knew how to craft make up and her fat in tights to turn me on.
    I met her off the internet, she was an older woman. She was divorced multiple times, she had kids from three baby’s daddies and what can I say, for a low life like me it’s a turn on.
    But she was beyond a gold digger. She was out to strike oil with me, which in my case was $40 and a DVD player.
    You can tell when you have a gold miner as a mate, if you just started the relationship with them on December twentieth, they would ask what are you getting them for Christmas. This is why you should always start your relationships after February fifteenth this way you do not have to get them a gift.
    I had many events that turned me off to this aspect of the adult traps. There are many adult traps: jobs, marriage, children and mates, whether it be your girlfriend or boyfriend.
    So here was a specific event in the adult trap that led me to the way of disengaging with the love life:
    It was Valentine’s Day, my chubby ungrateful and needy girlfriend at the time said to meet her at this certain restaurant. So, I go over there. Would you believe that when I went there, she was already seated with a big plate of food?! Yea, she got seated and ordered food and ate her fat fuggin meal without me. I thought because we were together and boyfriend and girlfriend, she would wait for me and then we would be seated together and then order our food together and then I can watch her gain weight.
    But no! Absolutely not her. She could not be a decent pig, she could not resist, she just had to be a normal pig! I walk into that restaurant, and I see her with five farm animals on a plate, absorbing it, and I am like wow you fat beach! What a fat fuggin beach!
    And it was not the restaurant I wanted to go to; it was not even what I planned. Then the bill comes, and she hands it to me, and I literally uttered the phrase, “you fat fugg…” I was disgusted by this fat beached whale. She saw the disgust in my face and heard the disgust out of my mouth and she tells me she will pay for it, but I have to buy pizza for her and her kids for dinner.
    Now just keep in mind, she is plus size, and you can add and exponent to that. She is chubby to the second power, and she has three kids, they eat like hungry lions. And they are big kids, one of them looked like and was shaped like a female Cleveland Brown Jr. and the other two looked like a female wrestling tag team.
    So, I order dominos, it cost me $40 and on top of that there is a delivery fee in addition to the tip which is why I hate ordering pizza in general because I am paying for two slices I never ate when you add in the tip and delivery fee. But don’t worry, I did not really get to eat anything once I left it on the table, they swallowed it like it was no tomorrow. Not only did that turn me off to a love life but also turned me off to fatherhood. I can’t believe I paid $40 to eat two slices.
    So, my girl at the time is telling me she will bring my food to me. She is taking forever and when I see what is taking her so long, I see her stuffing her face once again eating without me. What a fat selfish beach. That relationship went on for three months, good times huh?
    And that was my personal Valentine’s Day massacre! It’s also one of the many reasons to never date again. This is a day in my miserable life, where many words of misery shall be uttered. Until next time, because unfortunately I am still alive.

  • Will raising the minimum wage really benefit us all?

    Once upon a time, before I gave up on life itself, I use to work. However, I became disenchanted with the workforce and started to perceive marriage, jobs, and responsibilities in general as life traps and I no longer wanted to be a part of it.
    It first started when the great recession struck in 2008 to 2009. We had a great economy but all of a sudden, some yeast infection case in nice clothes and a sweet voice sits in front of a news microphone and says we are in a recession and the economy is bad while things were good a second ago. Then people believed it. Hiring started to freeze up and jobs slowly went from abundance to rare pearls, even the fast-food jobs.
    What that did was make a toxic competitive atmosphere. Well, you know this is planet Earth. Therefore, when people compete, they don’t shake hands and say let the best man win and then do to the best of their ability. Nope, what they do to compete is sabotage and gossip about you to a point where you look substandard and incompetent. Next thing you know you get fired or you quit before you set the place on fire. So, I got fired.
    When I kept on with the rat race, there was a new obstacle to the newfound bad economy that the news announced, and everyone believed although things were great one split second before they made the announcement. That obstacle was when Obama made health care mandatory for full time employees. That caused employers to hire less full-time workers and more part time workers to save money. Some employers just let go of a lot of people and made the smaller staff do more. Now, it becomes more of a survival of the fittest situation because now you can get fired and not hired for another reason which makes more of a competitive situation and now your employer can further exploit you.
    Lately, as I wrote this, I heard they are trying to raise the minimum wage. I predict this will make you more of a slave as an employee because now a job will become a rare dinosaur egg. You will have to compete more which will cause animosity, you will have to do more because you need to have healthcare and a higher wage as an employee, so you now have to be worth the money to the last cent. Let us face it, we may not be worth it to an employer. When the toxicity in the workplace has reached its highest concentration, I think it will lead to violence in the workplace over the stress of keeping the job and it will make employers hire less. Again, a higher minimum wage will make competition at the work place a duel to the death. Thank God I am a bum who lives at his mother’s house.
    Here is another thing to consider, by raising the minimum wage, less people get hired which means more people cannot afford stuff because raising the minimum wage is a counter to inflation, but if you do not have a job, you cannot afford the price of living. That will increase unemployment and poverty. I just thought I would throw that out there while I cannot get flagged by social media because this is my site.

  • You should not hate door-to-door salespeople, you should despise them

    What is more undesirable than herpes? Yes, that is correct: a door-to-door salesperson.
    If you ask me, door to door salesmen and saleswomen are a biblical plague. My experience with door-to-door salespeople are with Spectrum, Verizon and those annoying people who try to switch you to a no name utility like electricity or gas that is not the normal company in your area.
    I feel that door to door salespeople are like a pandemic, they are worse than covid.
    At least with covid, you can stay home, you can put on a mask, you can get vaccinated or just decide to live in the woods and not be bothered. But door to door salespeople are like a covid virus that rings your doorbell to insist you need sheet that is more expensive than what you already have.
    They can be really pushy. They can be really aggressive. Also, they can be a nuisance and annoying. I can understand a scum bag company that wants to sell you gas or oil utilities that is more expensive. But I have no idea why Verizon and Spectrum would use these scum. In fact, I have a very bad impression of Verizon and Spectrum brands because of my experiences with the door-to-door salespeople who represent them.
    One time this salesperson representing Verizon rang my doorbell five times in three days. Therefore, that door to door salesperson from Verizon came back more times than herpes. At least herpes has the courtesy of disappearing for a few years or possibly never coming back but the door-to-door salespeople I have experience with are like a very aggressive antibiotic-resistant disease that keeps ringing your doorbell.
    That is how I feel about door-to-door salespeople. And what is their sales pitch and approach: it is to be an aggressive and annoying butthole. They make a living off pissing people off. You say politely: “I am not interested.” Then they go into A-hole mode. They get aggressive and moody. Sometimes they say they will be back even when tell them not to.
    I get so frustrated that I actually screamed at a few of them, and they almost evoked me to get physical. They want to ask you a bunch of personal questions that may not even answer if your spouse asked you it.
    So, I was reminded about how much I despise door to door salespeople when three of them came to my door today like a pack of hyenas. I did not answer the door, and they came back twice. And what kills me the most about it, is they use thee most crusty looking people they can find to knock on your door. I don’t know where they get them from, probably they go to a police lineup at the nearest police precinct and say: “hey, do you want a job?!”
    I hope they are gone, and they do not come back for a few months, but they are like herpes, they come unexpectedly, and it hurts. They get me so angry that I just want to….. One of these days, I am afraid I might find myself getting beat up by one of them because let’s face it, I get angry, but I cannot fight. Also, I have the strength of a stage four cancer patient.
    Please donate to my website on the top right corner of the site because eventually I will need a lawyer and not the mob attorney from the 1970s, I hired two years ago when I got arrested.
    Well until next time, and there will always be a next time.

  • Long term unemployment and the hateful uncle

    I remember when I was just unemployed for a few weeks, it was the beginning of my long-term unemployment. At this time, I never knew what it felt like to be out of work as I always had a job.
    So, I am obviously in a slump mentally because of this, I am also having mental fatigue because, in that time, I worked, I interned for free, I had a job, and I would help my mom with her business. With this life in mind, I had my guard down at my grandfather’s house.
    While my guard is down at my grandpa’s house, my uncle approaches me. A real doushe bag miserable with a b-tch bushy moustache. He then proceeds to open his mouth and ask me if I got a new job. I said no. Then he immediately goes on the attack with my guard down screaming, “how come you don’t have a job?!” And this was unexpected and shocking to me, so I basically had my guard down as this d-ck waad verbally attacks me.
    Then he goes on to tout his job and just rambles nonsense. At that point my mind broke a little bit, because I am being attacked by someone unexpectedly and I still thought he was someone to be respected so I did not verbally defend myself.
    After that moment I became disturbed. It affected me mentally for a while because I wanted to punch him in his face and tell him to kiss my you know what but I could not.
    This moment took place almost fifteen years ago. I do not know why I carry this so long. I do not know why I feel disturbed by it. Also, it is a source for many of my intrusive thoughts.
    I guess someone in my family abused their power and I could do nothing about it. I was defenseless in the matter. For years after that I basically stayed away from my family, and he just told his side of the story as him being the victim and my family though it was nothing.
    I stayed away because I wanted to rip his head off and tell him off, but I never did. I just continued to alienate myself from them.
    Years later I saw him at my grandpa’s house, and I exploded on him, and it portrayed me as the crazy one as I suspected it would.
    There are many battles in my life I cannot win. There are many moments in my life where sabotage is the theme never ending.
    This was the first lesson in my life where I realized peace hurts but war is suicide, and I was forced to stir in my misery. Sometimes it is the only thing you can do.

  • How failure occurs

    In 2008, I was flying high. To you I would be barely flying in the middle, I would just be levitating one foot off the ground in your eyes. Well back to me. In 2008, I finished college, I had me a dead-end job that I left to start my career the job of my dreams. It was a sales job in the media game.
    All of a sudden, my apex became a curse on me. Many times, I wonder, am I cursed or do I have a bad horoscope. And I say bad horoscope because its beyond back luck, its being f-cked from birth.
    As soon as I got my first job, I ended up being in a toxic workplace. It seems the boss who hired me had second thoughts. So, she would make my job hard hoping I would quit. I never quit. Instead, I stood firm, and she fired me.
    That was the one year of work after college. After that, I was on unemployment. That lasted two years. I tried to find a job, but it was lower than I was getting on unemployment, and it was not enough to sustain myself or what I should be getting out of college. We are talking way below 30k a year.
    After that, it started to become mission impossible. First, the longer you stay out of work, the harder it is to get hired for some strange reason. Then there is this bull sh-t they make you go through. They want to credit check you, background check , check your penis size and drug test you for a minimum wage job and this was before it was a $15 minimum wage. And I was like suck my d-ck.
    On top of that, if you are not going to hire me for sure why would I give you my social security number? Isn’t that the dumbest thing you ever heard of in your life? What do you do with my number after you have it and you do not hire me? So again, suck my d-ck and the next thing you know it’s years since I had a job.
    Whatever job I do have just tried to exploit me because they know I am long term unemployed for years, so they have me by the balls. I like my balls, i really love my balls and here I am, in my forties at my mother’s house and unemployed.
    After my entrepreneur endeavors failed, after dreams of higher education failed and after one hundred interviews from hell I am truly burnt out from life.
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  • Is Social Media a Democracy or an Authoritarian Regime?

    Have you ever been banned from a social media site? Have you ever been flagged or warned for something on social media? Well, you are not alone, ehh, technically you are if you were banned or flagged. Why: because you were isolated by that social media site. Outcasted, if you will.
    And I know the feeling, I feel your pain, it’s in my ass. I have formed simple sentences using the words: the, a, um; and next thing you know I got banned or flagged with no explanation and no sound reason. All we know is that we violated a policy.
    But you got to hand it to social media. They don’t discriminate, you could a be a white woman who is petite with blond hair, or you can be a minority and social media don’t care they will send you to jail.
    Lately, I thank God in heaven that social media is not a country because it would be a regime that makes Saddam Hoosein look like a Kardashian.
    And you know on a side note in the wrong direction, I had a horrible antivirus software which I won’t mention that gave false positive results for a virus. After asking for a refund, I let them know, if that was a pregnancy test that would be mind blowing.
    Well, any way, until next time.

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  • Food Insecurity, a fancy way of saying we are a third world country

    So I live in America, I’m sure you are sorry to hear that. In the USA news media system you will hear this term many times “food insecure.”
    Huh?! What the fudge brownies with frosting does that mean?
    Food insecurity means that you in poverty in a very rich first-class nation and you are so poor that you cannot afford food. It does not mean that food makes you feel insecure like an abusive boyfriend. I’m sure someone out there hears the word food insecure, and you think someone was threatened by a chicken wing. Nope that is not what it means.
    Food insecure is a term to describe people who cannot afford food or do not have enough food.
    One time I got food insecure. I was eating a hotdog and half way through the second one it made me feel like was giving a man oral sex. And it was a hotdog with ketchup and mustard, so the person’s penis was bleeding and giving std discharge. So, perhaps that should be an alternate meaning of food insecurity, it should mean that you are eating hot dogs, and you realize that it looks like you are sucking a penis.
    Look, all I’m saying is if you are hungry or you ate a snickers bar and feel like you just ate a cock, you need to be secure and confident that, I don’t know, they won’t let me tweet this stuff so here we are…