Sunday, September 20, 2020

I'm not Jesus and neither are you.

From Chance the Rapper's Instagram:







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There are hidden, illegal cameras criminally victimizing people throughout the Boston area and you know it.  They have been there for years, while nobody who knows about it other than me has tried to do anything about these disgusting crimes.

Is that your response to my Instagram post?






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What shows up in your lives in a powerful way is your power.  The power of money, the power of celebrity, the power of media complicity and corruption, the power of politicians who pretend not to know what's going on.  

Does this account for the discrepancy of an hour as recorded by Instagram between my post and yours, if in fact your Biblical musings were an attempt to deflect, yet again, all responsibility for taking action to stop the criminal victimization of the public, the same public that pays celebrity bills?







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As you know, I have been trying over the past year to talk to people other than celebrities, to separate myself emotionally from the false emotion and false morality of this industry.  Since my phone, email and laptop are hacked and there are hidden, illegal cameras in my apartment, I can't talk to anyone without exposing that person to everyone who is invading my privacy.  

I joined this website and wrote the following on September 14, 2020:











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Nobody who wasn't hacking my phone could have known that I joined that website or that I wrote that true story.

You and Justin Bieber published "Holy" on September 18, 2020.  Here's a screenshot of the video at YouTube:





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How many more "come" jokes is the conglomerate going to make?  You think that a decade and counting of them isn't enough?

You and Justin Bieber threw in some lyrics about snacks, after reading what I wrote. 


Some lyrics from "Holy":







Webpage:

https://www.metrolyrics.com/holy-lyrics-justin-bieber.html


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Yeah.  Right.  I gotta get cleaned up.  I'm the one who's bad.


Here are some other posts from this year about celebrity observations of my attempts to talk to other people:





You can search for them at this blog and read about Selena Gomez ridiculing me for accessing emotional support from RAINN.

Other posts about celebrity observations of my private, online conversations with RAINN:







Then you can read this post, about Saturday Night Live, which has spent a decade and counting ridiculing me while lying to the public by ommission about the conglomerate:




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I didn't really want to talk about it at the time.  I still don't really want to talk about it, but since the lies, bullying, privacy invasions and self-righteous bullshit haven't stopped, I'll explain yet another of the M&E industry's tactics of isolation and humiliation.

I joined two dating websites.  At one of them, for more serious dating, I had only a picture of my face.  At the other, a hook-up website, I had a picture of my legs.  I gave my real age at both, my real first name at the more serious website, and a fake first name at the hook-up website.

I had never tried online dating.  The response was what I had expected.  A lot of people at the hook-up website were interested; far fewer at the more serious website.  Men who want to marry for the first time do not set profile search parameters that include women who are in their 40's.

I chatted with a few people at both websites.  I did not exchange phone numbers or email addresses or meet anyone.  After a few months, I deactivated the hook-up profile and stopped payment on the serious profile.  The latter is still active until what I already paid for expires.  I haven't signed into it since stopping payment. 

Don't forget to peruse Saturday Night Live's Twitter to read about the extensive list of Emmy awards that it has just won.