Sort of journaling about the chaos. Many thoughts, like poison, need to detox out of my system. As I am stuck isolated and now a social outcast, I can only write and I know that enemies are reading this or people interested but can't do a damn thing to stop this torture. Maybe one day you will all be brave enough to actually do more than talk and talk about how righteous you all are.
The attack on my heart has blessedly stopped. It always comes back. They stop a torture only temporarily. It was killing me. I "forgot" to write in my last post (on my other Vignettes Blog #2) today that I would swim 4 laps and my heart was pounding and painful, heaving for oxygen. That is how dehabilitating the attack on my heart is, especially whenever I try to exercise. My body is so stagnant and broken down from these attacks. The poison never comes out of my body. I look at this tub of stinking black goo and hard black shell material stuck into my spine and like a turtle shell enmeshed into my back and skin tissue--it's a most heinous crime of torture that of course the U.S. Government ordered put in my body, I now realize. After I wrote my post yesterday about MAGA Mike the promise of the same old same old but amplified, he kicked at me with black rage and hate in his eyes. I bet he's waiting for his promotion for that display of hate aimed at me. I am now the...