appeared to be reports for a brief space but did not encounter any live anchor. I stopped watching DW in the mornings a few days ago, still nauseated by the hysteria and uppityness of the German consul, some ass called Hans something something Stackborg, whose driver whooshed past my sister and some pet cats in the basement on purpose.
I watched Brent Goff a few nights, but with severe trepidation.
I have also not mostly looked at newspapers in print becoz of the disgusting behavior of the looney cracked power hungry, money hungry eveil bitch who runs them, Indu Jain, whose family has cornered several apartments in this building and who tried to bully and intimidate and embarass me.
Loutish kids at the back, who have been loutish and lewd for much of last year and this year and only held back a few days in toto and kind of held back this morning are bawling Bol, Bol, Bol, like I give a fuck what they think and for the 100th time, as if it is their bidness while they are playing in the back yard to be receiving cues on what some ass with their hands in their pants is stealing off of my screen before it even gets posted for them to give me real time feedback, which I have never solicited.
How long I can continue I do not know.
My resources are dwindled, which has been the intent all along, to keep me scared and resource poor.
Well, they have succeeded.
The NYT is writing up sob stories, and in the latest some Chinese environmental guy called Wu Lihong, Joseph Kahn the writer cannot decide whether he is a peasant, or a factory salesperson, I would say educated blue-white collar from the sounds of it.
What is a peasant anyway, but I always thought rurality and farming came into it, but Kahn knows that the Lake Tai got choked with Pond Scum.
I also feel choked by Pond Scum.
On Saturdays, they hold their fire till my sister and Dad leave for the club, then they start an engineered ruckus, this has been their pattern. Yesterday, I went for my shower instead.
I told my sister loudly that they had enginneered ruckuses on several Saturdays.
In the night when she returned I went down with her into the basement to feed the cats, who have never been into the garden.
A male driver in a striped shirt came by, then Mohd Nasr, making the first of 3 pass bys, one by himself, the other carrying some steel dishes, which are iconized in these people's minds in some HOLY WAY as representative of SECURITY, but i wash whatever is in the sink, I dont care if it is steel or glass or whatever the fuck, melamine corelle, whatever gets used and needs to be washed, I wash, I dont have any iconic value to it, but you should hear the crap in the compound and from stupid people, like a few days ago, the mad lady who lives upstairs, Prabhu, and her jealousy on behalf of her moronic son Banesh, who works for Citibank in London and sucks Al Walid butt, after i had washed a few steel utensils, they loudly threw a steel plate on the ground. Sheesh, I wash what is there to be washed, but they have an iconic value to it.
So nasr mohd passed by with 2 stupid and dopey steel dishes then walked back with the steel dishes filled with some white stuff, then bahadur's wife came by looking chubby and wearing a green and white print robe and carrying a bucket. I didnt know she was bahadur the nepali gurkha cum workman's wife, I found out later when she did the blinkety blink to Tina and Tina told me who she was.
Then some short guy from the workman's group that sleeps here at night while they work (interminably) on some backyard tank in a red shirt came neanderthalishly lurching towards us and at the end, a grey car whooshed out.
Today I tried again to call my uncle who has left citibank but was told he was unavailable and he didnt answer his cell phone.
I wrote it down so I would note the day of calling and not call again too soon. I have called twice before this past year and got similar non responses.
I gather from the NYT that they are now pretending to be for the homeless, just like they wrote this massive sob story about this Wu Lihong guy who is now in a downward spiral from being ill treated and then arrested and convicted on account of his pro environmental work about Lake Taihu.
But the NYT is guilty of the same thing, they have never acknowledged me, or tried to liberate me and they feed from the same trough of people free loading off of my product, so why should I trust them.
I have no trust in them nor in their episodic spasms of pity and spiral of despair which goes nowhere.
I guess they do not want to remember that the Dems won handily in 2006, a Dem house panel led by Looney Lantos, no less, voted against Bushie crap on Turkey, Rove has departed, Gonzales has departed and who knows what the next couple of years might bring.
The kids at the back started bawling when I chastised the NYT, I correctly diagnosed them a few months, many months ago as Cokie Roberts butt kissers, the type who know the name Georgetown and aspire to be the pets of the Georgetown matrons and if it meant being disgusting and loutish with a fat lady who has returned to sleep on her family couch, having been run off and evicted by creepy females and a loutish agent in Shreveport, why they would be only too happy to be loutish and keep me in line.
Many months ago, they bawled out ***From the back*** when the beatles song love, love me do was playing on my ipod, which should be playing only in my ear, but apparently it broadcasts to the entire neighborhood and I said, see that shows your mentality.
The nasty Marwaris still come down and start slamming doors if I turn over in my sleep and mobike riders, ride in twos and make a ruckus out on Peddar Road for the same great event, of me turning over in my sleep and sleeping on my tummy, which apparently gives them some kind of orgasmic stimulation which only gets relieved by their coming downstairs and repeatedly slamming car doors, or riding up and down Peddar Road, trying to make a whoooosh and a rrrrrrrrrr ruckus with their cars and mobikes.
So that is why today on this Sunday I am so down, also they are careful not to make a ruckus on those Sundays where they want me to be all cheery for the Wolf Blitzer hour on CNN, but plenty other Sats and Sundays, they have enginneered a deliberate ruckus either in the Front or Back yard and last Saturday, as I explained made a whole shenanigan of it.
Bye Bye
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