Monday, September 9, 2019

You have a thing for desperate girls, huh?



Everyone who has no idea what I'm talking about does not need to spend time deciphering it.  It's just some old-fashioned, sordid bullshit in nice clothing.  


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Since publishing the above, I have watched your 2015 video for "One Call Away" for the first time.  Here's a picture from it:




You forgot the butt hair and the acne and me having my period and things like that in this depiction of what you all like to think of as my enjoyment of being abused.  

Should I be looking forward to the onset of menopause, whenever that might be?  No more having my period in front of thousands of people.  

You're not mad, are you?  Haven't you been asking for my attention for years?  


Gosh, the ladies in this video for your song, "Attention," are wearing a lot.  Don't you think they're wearing a lot, especially the blonde one who's supposed to be me manipulating and abusing you? 


https://youtu.be/nfs8NYg7yQM


The description at YouTube says the video was published on April 24, 2017.  That was about a month before I had to leave the second apartment in a row where I'd been criminally victimized by hidden, illegal cameras and then taken to court, characterized by the prosecution in the resulting eviction case as a crazy liar for saying that there were cameras in the apartment, and subsequently forced into homelessness.  

By the time that this video was published, I had published blog pages for 4 months, begging that someone who knew that I was telling the truth contact authorities in Massachusetts and corroborate it.  

Do you really have a tub in your bedroom, or was that just for the video?  My entire apartment could have fit in about half of that video bedroom.  How much did the video cost to film? How much money have you made from the song?  What other opportunities have you had because the song was a hit?  How much money have you made from those?

Let's test your math skills.

What would it have cost you or anyone else who knew that I was telling the truth to make a phone call, send an email, a fax, a letter, to any of the people whose contact information I provided when I was trying to save my tenancy and my housing record?

You also forgot the desperate weeping, the desperate emails I sent and phone calls I made to every nonprofit agency whose job it is to prevent poor people from being unlawfully evicted, the fact that I was also in school full-time while representing myself.  Must have slipped your mind.  I know you're so busy saving humanity and everything; you and Kanye West, whose quest to make Sweden respectful of human rights is legendary.

So, you don't really like desperate girls.  You like to think of yourself as being a nice guy, and what you have gone along with and profited from is so obviously not nice that neither you nor anyone else who is part of it is willing to relinquish the lie that's been fabricated to excuse it.  Isn't it amazing that so many people famed for creativity rely on the excuse, "She deserves it?"  Unlike its victims, that excuse never gets old, as far as the people who use it are concerned.

You weren't around for the first apartment, where I was curled up into a ball and only left the apartment when I ran out of toilet paper because outside were live stalkers, where I sometimes slept on the floor of my bedroom closet, hoping there were no cameras there, where every few weeks I would pour all the prescription medication that I had into a bowl and sit there with a few glasses of water, trying to gauge my chances of suicide versus brain damage.

You and everyone else who wants to think that I am acclimating to being criminally victimized and that the years of being treated like a target for ejaculation contests have endeared my degradation and those who perpetrate it are incorrect.  Beyond the shadow of a doubt, I know that what's happening to me is not my fault.  That's the change.

Nothing else has changed.  None of the people in the Boston area whom I have tried to ask for help believe me.  If I continue to talk about it to them, they will think that I am severely mentally ill and they won't listen to me about other things, either.