Injunction Junction What’s Your Function

This week ( week of December 15, 2016) is the week to file my motion to appeal the one year injunction that has been placed on me.

It will cost $1,000 and will take about a year to navigate through the SF court system, and there is no guarantee the injunction will be lifted. Since it takes a year, and the injunction is for only a year, it seemed a waste of money and a waste of time and emotional energy. This is our democracy at work, set up to keep you from defending your freedoms.

I can actually afford the cost but what of other innocents out there that cannot ? They become enslaved and chained to a system emboldened by corruption.

The emotional toll that has taken place has been a cancer on me. First, I was unlawfully locked out of my home, with all my possessions still inside, for nearly two months. The agony of not knowing if I would ever see all of my property and cherished items I’ve collected over a lifetime was a nightmare, literally.

This was a horror film in slow motion as I witnessed my landlord who I paid rent to diligently and faithfully for 7 years decided, on a whim, to keep me from my home and threaten me with police action should I try to retrieve my belongings.

The person she conspired with, a troubled friend who I had given refuge many times over the 10 years I’ve known her as she faced eviction after eviction for whatever reason, both fabricated a detailed story and convinced the SF civil courts that I was to be restrained, and an injunction was placed on me. She has a history of throwing roommates, friends, employers under the bus of the civil system when she doesn’t get her way.

It was a mistake to ever let her in my life.

My mother had to fly in to SF from out of state to help my partner retrieve my property.

Never in a million years would I ever expect that such evil would exist in people I had grown to trust and who I had been there for in their times of need. I was a faithful tenant and friend.

I took to a blogging platform to detail my frustrations and horrors at the situation in anonymous terms. And the judge placed the injunction on me because of my anonymous writing, failing to even acknowledge that for months I had been actively living this anxiety ridden nightmare. He made a situation that was unbearable, practically unlivable by branding me a “criminal” and placing an injunction on me.

I contemplated suicide. My mother and my partner, who also happens to be my hero and the love of my life, flew into action and stood up to the bullying landlord and former friend who were using the court system to further ruin my life. Thoughts of ending my life evolved into a plan of action, which is to tell my story to anyone and everyone I can.

San Francisco is a City that makes fertile soil for sociopaths, narcissists and sycophants who live in desperate conditions, clinging to the fantasy of solvency and stability in a city where income disparity widens the gap and homelessness is at an all time high.

My next step is to file a formal complaint against the judge and work within the legal system to to file for damages due to being unlawfully locked out of my unit.

Here is the video I did.

Now more than ever our Constitutional protections are in a brittle, fragile state, dangling in the balance.

https://youtu.be/irEs_ufg0q4

History is Made Today

#nodapl #waterislife

The news broke today…

Thousands upon thousands descended upon the Dakota territory months ago and continued to pile in in droves to fight the #dakotaaccesspipeline .

For the first time in our nation’s history indigenous peoples of all tribes and all walks came together to fight the pipeline. There are hundreds of Native American tribes that are still in existence in our country and the leaders of these tribes met in solidarity of a singular purpose: protect the sacred Sioux land and protect the water that millions of Americans rely on.

Non-indigenous people and indigenous people fought together against the incessant brutality of The Morton county sheriffs department who used attack dogs, rubber bullets, water cannons and concussion grenades to scatter those who came together in prayer, peaceful assembly and citizenry. One citizen had her arm blown off and many others suffered vision loss and painful beatings and unconstitutional incarceration , and some were thrown in dog kennels unsure of their release date. Some have been jailed for months and have yet to be released. The powers that be that control the moneyed interests behind the pipeline tried to use intimidation and fear mongering brute force to keep the citizens down and to scare them away.

Journalists descended upon the area and started doing their job which is to inform the American people about what is happening in the Dakota territory. These journalists were threatened with decades long imprisonment , or worse, were charged with the crime of journalism.

Over 3,500 veterans who have dedicated their lives in service to our country descended upon the territory a couple of days ago, to provide a shield to the citizens and indigenous people who are braving the brutal weather conditions and the brutal beatings – this charge led by Tulsi Gabbard, an Iraq War vet.

Bernie Sanders andJill Stein, Van Jones and Jordan Chariton just to name a few, spoke openly and consistently about the environmental dangers of this pipeline. Multiple veterans went live on social media and gave truthful, wrenching poignant accounts of the environmental dangers and impact the pipeline will have on millions of Americans.

Today Barack Obama went public and made good on his 2014 promise to protect the Missouri River and the indigenous land and halted the last permit to push the pipeline through. The Army Core of Engineers has acquiesced to this decision.

He would not have made this decision if the moral outrage of our entire nation hadn’t come together and demanded the pipeline be stopped. Civil disobedience and activism and standing up for the moral imperative of our nation is a responsibility many , like my friend Ed Higgins, Rose Aguilar and Chris Hedges are not afraid to take on.

I hope Donald J. Trump can step away from his Twitter account and reflect humbly on how history has been made. But I can almost guarantee you will never read about this historical moment in our nation because it does not reflect the corporate interests that control our government.

But for today, it was a victory .

People : 1
Corporate structures of power that have seized our democracy : 0

Lecherous Sycophant Makes Use of Senseless San Francisco

Sick of the pushback from Sociopath and her accomplice, I called the San Francisco Police to assist with forcing the sociopath to open my bedroom door.

“For fuck sake,” an attorney said, “What took you so long. And bring a locksmith while you’re at it.”

“Do you have a letter from a lawyer?” The protectors and servers asked.

“Yes.” I answered. Two hours later, the locksmith, the Police and my boyfriend and I arrived at my property. I knew sociopath and my roommate were not at home, but I knew there was someone else in the apartment.

Enter another dose of dysfunction to a situation that is anything but normal to anyone with any sense and logic.

When the cops knocked on my apartment door to announce that I would need to be let into my own room, the perpetual couch surfer who my roommate took a shine to, and for anonymity’s sake I’ll call The Sycophant, answered my apartment door. “Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?” Every ordinary citizen everywhere said in unison, echoed out loud through the sentiment of my increasingly agitated boyfriend who has watched this thing unfold into the campy off off version of “Pacific Heights.”

Are you out there John Waters? This shit is gold.

Sycophant immediately pulled the cops into the apartment and started dissing me, in her high pitched whiny cunty voice. If there were a recording of what the word “cunt” would sound like it would be her voice. High pitched and entitled, etched with hysteria. It’s not adorable.

I met The Sycophant at a party a couple of years ago. The classic San Francisco woman, you can check off all the correct boxes, to fit her into the stereotypical high minded consciousness that seems to encapsulate liberal San Francisco. Vegan. Check. Non profit worker. Check. Tattooed. Check. Tragic. Check. Fan of the arts. Check. Etc. , etc. Even down to the “Peter Pan” complex that most women cling to out of desperation to remain relevant and hip in a city that becomes younger and wealthier as the seconds tick by. She would be the kind of cliche’d woman who would post memes of “Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History” on her social media and would rock the feminism dialogue that might impress an out of touch baby boomer, like, say my roommate.

In her late 40’s, The Sycophant was adamantly committed to dressing and behaving half her age. She was immature, impetuous, overly friendly, demanding, seemed to relate to just about everything everyone said, and charmingly homeless.

Narcissism, but not much else, had peaked.

Even when I was younger and should have been carefree and fun and all the things that teenagers or twenty somethings have a right to be, I wasn’t. I could never relate to those people and so when I first met her, I immediately disliked The Sycophant. Unfortunately, because I am a decent human being, I didn’t dismiss her out of hand as I should have.

I’m surprised she and Sociopath didn’t get along better. Then again, Sociopath may have only feigned disinterest in The Sycophant for my benefit. She probably always liked her, but was just placating me, since that is the duplicitous nature of a sociopath. Chances are, they’re the best of friends since they have one thing in common: their hatred of me. I’ll explain why The Sycophant hates me in a minute.
My roommate and sociopath were called home from work to open my door. I realize it was most inconvenient but SO IS BEING UNLAWFULLY LOCKED OUT OF YOUR HOME WITH ALL YOUR POSSESSIONS LOCKED INSIDE.

My roommate pulled up in her car and the cop listened to her grumble and complain about me and say “This isn’t the first time I’ve had problems with her.”
“Yea, ” I said under my breath, “Like the FIRST time I had to file a complaint against you with the Rent Board when I asked you to show me a copy of the lease which you are required by law to provide me, and you fucking refused.”

That’s me, a problem roommate exercising my rights like any annoying legal tenant.
The Sycophant and my roommate had a field day dragging my name, and character, through the mud, saying I was threatening and abusive and a problem while I was forced to stand downstairs and listen to this shit.

Speaking of shit, my boyfriend nearly lost his. “They’re lying about you,” he said loudly and valiantly, “And the cops are buying it.” The Sycophant and roommate fed off each other’s hysteria like a couple badly aging menopausal crones as they prattled on about how I was clearly the demon seed of all roommates. I actually felt sorry for the police, sort of, having to placate them through the Cop Bullshit Filter.

The fact that a couch surfing professional leach and a Master Tenant that refuses to abide by any Rental Ordinance Laws would even be heard or listened to by the police could only happen in the most dysfunctional city in the country. This disgusting fact is not lost on me, which is why I write these articles.

Sociopath arrived in a huff and the police instructed her to open my bedroom door. I was going to hand her the Notice to Pay Rent Or Quit (she only paid me two months of rent) right then and there, as an attorney suggested I do, but I decided to mail it at a later date, and keep the current level of dysfunction at that very moment at a fairly controlled level. Why add to the drama? I’ve never been a good drama queen anyway which is why I never fit in and why I can’t subscribe to the hysteria in the making that could amply describe the 2016 Election.

The Sycophant and my roommate (the Master Tenant) thrive on the drama:
As I said I disliked The Sycophant immediately upon meeting her. If there was any chance that I may have come around to changing my mind, or there were any window of opportunity to change my mind, that window shut tight forever the night she attended a party my boyfriend hosted, just a couple months after we met her. We met her at a holiday party.

He hosted an Oscar Party a couple months after I met her, in February, and there were a good number of people that attended. I had just finished putting my makeup on, and my make up mirror was on the table with my eyeliner pencil sitting near or on the makeup mirror. The Sycophant announced very loudly, “Geez Julie what kind of party is this? Are you doing lines of coke? I didn’t know it was that kind of party!” I despised her with every fiber of my being right then and there. I don’t take drugs. I don’t judge people who do but I only take the occasional cocktail or glass of wine.

Later on, after all the guests had arrived and everyone was chatting and comfortable she brought it up again, “Julie had a mirror and a pen out and it looked she was doing lines of coke! Bring out the coke Julie!” Everyone looked kind of appalled and uncomfortable in that moment. My boyfriend and I ignored her. She was clearly trying to undermine me. The cunty narcissistic Sycophant was trying to undermine me, who was graciously co-hosting her at a party.
That was the night she met my roommate and they of course got along famously.  The Sycophant ended up coming over to my apartment and sleeping on the couch for a couple nights, which turned into a couple of weeks which turned into a couple of months.

I confronted my roommate. I asked to see a copy of the lease to see what the house rules were regarding overnight guests, knowing that even non paying tenants can claim tenancy in San Francisco. It started to feel like I had a squatter on my hands because I had a squatter on my hands. My roommate of course refused to show me any lease, claiming she didn’t even have one. What? Was she a squatter too?
To complicate matters, The Sycophant wanted to become very friendly with me and my boyfriend, insisting we do trips to wine country with her, which we did. Once. She drove us in this piece of shit car she said she borrowed from one of her clients. She is a professional house sitter. No joke. I became agitated and uncomfortable.

I wasn’t convinced the car wasn’t borrowed without her client’s knowing. My agitation showed and she had the gall to ask me if I was on my period. Like I said, she is a bonafide cunt. And in that moment probably a car thief as well.
I complained to my friend about her. “I have this cunty squatter in my house..” “You mean The Sycophant?” my friend asked, after I had described her and said her real name. “Yea that’s her.” I said. “She has been blacklisted from…” and my friend started to rattle off a couple nonprofits . “She tried to go behind the Director’s back and organize things without proper protocol. She was blacklisted from even volunteering.”

Of course this is the type of person squatting in my fucking house. I’d rather have a family of Syrian refugees than this shit cunt.

Just as I found this out about her, The Sycophant was volunteering for a non profit for the arts and was trying to undermine the marketing Director’s job by cozying up to my boyfriend to get him to help her redo the Director’s marketing flyer for an upcoming event. Once the project was complete, she invited us out to a wine bar as a thank you and then stiffed us with the bill! Did I mention she was a cunt?

This entire time of the occasional house sitting gig, and the volunteering for the non profit art collaborative, and working a very part time job where she was making decent money, she was living in my house for free. Meanwhile I was getting crazy pushback from my roommate every time I mentioned I wanted to see a copy of the lease or every time I asked The Sycophant contribute to household expenses. If she was going to have legal residency as a squatter than she should pay something. Anything.

And she did pay. She paid for a fucking plane ticket to Europe. I basically funded her trip to fucking Europe. San Francisco, enabling the art of sycophancy to its finest, right? Where else can you be a god damn squatter, too poor to contribute to household expenses but can afford a trip to Europe?
The Sycophant left for Europe and in the few weeks she was gone, I was satisfied that my roommate was not overcharging me in rent, although I never saw a copy of the lease.

The Sycophant returned and just assumed she would slide back into my apartment and live as she had for the few months prior to her trip to Europe. I told her if she wanted to reside at the apartment and have legal tenancy, she would need to contribute to the household expenses. She became hysterical and accused me of being unreasonable. My roommate took her side. It was like dealing with two of the most ignorant, unimaginably selfish spoiled toddlers in the shape of two women where reason, logic and accountability had been replaced with tantrums, hysteria and gossip.

It was a disgusting display of aging Mean Girls, as Sycophant took to social media to disparage my reputation to make herself look victimized as she feigned concern over my mental health.

Because that’s the best you got? You don’t get what you want after you throw an embarrassing petulant tantrum, and all you can come up with is that I’m mentally imbalanced?

Here’s what I told her in response. Stay. the. Fuck. Out. Of. My Life. You. Fucking. Sycophant. And she did. Up until the other day, when she opened the door to the cops.

Sociopathy, Identity Theft, Terrorism and Narcissism Cozy Up In Enabling San Francisco

A sociopath has stolen everything I own by moving into my lawful apartment, changing the locks, assuming my identity, and holding my personal possessions hostage. Before you assume I have done anything to bring this on myself, because that is what we do in America, I assure you I have not. This is, quite simply, a pernicious sociopath so desperate to have a home that she has stolen mine out from under me, living out her own version of “Single White Female” except she is black and I am white.

Imagine yourself in this scenario and tap into what little empathy you might have left and think critically, if possible.

The San Francisco Police, the Tenants Union, private attorneys, The Rent and Stabilization Board, and The Homeless Advocacy Project all respond in unison: a crime has been committed against me and they, along with the sociopath and her enabling accomplice (yes my roommate of over 7 years seems to prefer the company of the sociopath over me and is an accomplice to this crime), are all waiting as to what I will do to insist justice be served.

As far as the roommate, her sense of what is meaningful is somehow challenged and like most people who come in contact with a sociopath, is easily charmed. It feels good to be in the good graces of a conniving manipulative sociopath. For instance, my roommate gushes about how the sociopath makes her breakfast, but in reality the sociopath leaves her leftovers from breakfast behind, offering them graciously so my roommate will be manipulated into cleaning up the breakfast dishes the sociopath left behind. Yet, my roommate has never once shown any appreciation that I have never been late on rent in over 7 years.

Despite the sociopath making me the victim, I have all the power. I have the power because I learned over time how not to be manipulated into an emotional reaction, even when I am the victim of a violent, malevolent crime. Which this certainly is. I have gone through the various steps and necessary measures to protect myself from reacting on an emotional level so as not to do anything that might put me at more risk than I already am. For I, a middle aged woman who suffers a rare, chronic, autoimmune illness for which I occasionally undergo chemotherapy to treat, am currently homeless.

I also have all the power because I know the sociopath’s true nature. We were coworkers in 2007. Curiousity always got the best of me over the years, as she disappeared in and out of my life ( as sociopaths often do) and as she made attempts to warm up to me and as she made attempts to pull me in, I felt more like an anthropologist studying the social behavior of a sociopath rather than a friend who could offer sympathy to the ongoing plight of her life story.

This is the story I have been told: Sociopath grew up having to run from the federal government. Her mother was a drug addict and always shacking up with her dealers. Baby sociopath recalls having to leave in the dead of night to escape some sort of traumatic event, leaving her toys behind. Eventually sociopath’s mother resorted to alcoholism once the drugs became too difficult to access.

Toddler sociopath was ripped from her twin brother and her family since mother and sociopath moved into sociopath’s maternal grandparents home where things stabilized, somewhat. Sociopath did not recall that she had a twin brother, until, in her 20’s, her grandparents and mother reminded her. Sociopath attempted a relationship with father and twin brother, while fighting off incestuous advances from her step brothers and could never really relate to her twin brother, who grew up in a less stable and secure environment than sociopath did. In 2015, sociopath’s father died suddenly, and when sociopath squeezed his hand to say goodbye while he lay in hospital, sociopath’s mrsa reacted and she became covered in boils. Months after, sociopath’s twin brother committed suicide. It is no wonder sociopath admitted to me she has been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder and seeks treatment and is on medication for the disorder.

I have personally witnessed sociopath go from job to job, always maintaining she is the victim of some sort of workplace discrimination. I have witnessed her have to leave her various living situations which never last very long, always maintaining it was the roommates or landlords being unfair. Sociopath is an alcoholic and years ago was arrested for driving while intoxicated, and nearly killed herself and other drivers in oncoming traffic. Her car weaved off the side of the road and landed in a ditch. She was arrested and now has a DUI on her record. I know this because she told me as part of her required Alcoholics Anonymous steps of admitting honesty (I believe this is Step 9 of the 12 Step Recovery Program). Had she not been required to do this, I doubt she would have told me. Sociopaths hate to appear flawed. In her twisted mind, she actually believed I was somehow responsible for the fact that she had to humble herself and admit her flaw, for I started receiving messages from her debt collectors demanding payment for her attorney’s fees.

Sociopaths blame everyone else. They actually believe the lies they spin. Her reason for locking me out of my own home? She claims I am not trustworthy and will steal from her. How is sociopath in my lawful space to begin with? Between her last failed living arrangement and her trip to Europe she needed a temporary housing arrangement. I was away for a little while anyway, and was paid up on my rent. Why did I willfully allow sociopath into my home knowing her history? Because I am NOT a sociopath and her need seemed compelling and her desperation I pitied. I make no apology for being a human being and showing compassion, even to the most diabolical and manipulative among us.

When I cited California Penal code law and stated I know my rights and sociopath and her enabling accomplice are in violation of my right, and when I demanded they remove the locks, the sociopath’s response was to claim I was untrustworthy. I, who have consistently paid rent on time, have never caused a disturbance, and respect my neighbors, am not trustworthy apparently and therefore deserve to have my belongings held hostage to the whims of a sociopath, and have my life and my home stolen out from under me.

When sociopath and her enabling accomplice said they’d be willing to sit down in a “Godfather” -like scene of intimidation and extortion to discuss times and dates when they would allow me access to my own lawful space, and access to my legal, personal possessions my only response was “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

When sociopath announced she would use the police to watch over me during which times she would allow me to retrieve my belongings, the police said “She actually has it backwards. If you need our protection from her since she is clearly committing a crime, call us. You don’t need our permission to change out an illegal lock and enter into your own home.” In other words, “drill baby drill.” (I apologize for continuing to quote Republicans.)

We have all heard the same sob story ad nauseum of the unfeeling tech bro coming in and dumping millions of dollars into the coffers of greedy San Francisco landlords who illegally displace people out of their homes. This is not that story.

This is the story of a weak, manipulative, calculated sociopath, a narcissist so desperate to have a home she is willing to commit a criminal offense and put an innocent chronically disabled person in imminent danger to do so.

These are the types of scenarios San Francisco creates by celebrating the billions of dollars infused into our communities, rather than protecting the communities themselves, which leaves the most vulnerable among us either victimized by power-wielding law manipulating money makers, or victimized by the sociopaths, such as this one, who live in constant fight or flight mode and live in a state of constant extreme desperation to have some semblance of stability. The threat of homelessness is an ever present panic that grips their every moment.

San Francisco’s resources are overburdened. The measures to which I have gone to have to help myself, the hoops which I have had to jump through, the complicated system which I have had to navigate blindly, are designed to discourage people from standing up for themselves and seek justice when a crime has been committed against them.

But one thing I have learned in this process is that all of the agencies within the City have one thing in common with me: they are aware of the nature of the sociopaths that walk among us in San Francisco. And our singular agenda is the same: to expose them and flush them. Even if it means that by exposing them, it may cause us great harm. To expose a narcissistic sociopath is to put yourself at great risk. I don’t recommend it. But, I don’t recommend living in fear either.

Sociopaths are only empowered and enabled when they control you through fear.

The Willfully Ignorant Manufacture Consent for Fascism

President Barack Obama was photographed on hands and knees in the Oval Office playing funny face with a baby. The New York Times droned on about his accomplishments and how he was a class act in the face of extreme prejudice and obstructionism. The collective “awwww” of the entire nation, Republicans and Democrats alike, followed immediately with “I’m really going to miss that man,” were a unified voice of reason against the backdrop of a 2 term Glass Ceiling Shatterer: the First African American as President. This will set the precedence for the First Woman President and these are the absolutes which we shall not question.

The willfully ignorant give rise to fascism.

In his two terms, President Barack Obama had every opportunity to ratify and challenge the Crime Bill, enforced upon us by the First Clinton Administration. This bill which makes modern day slavery legal incentivized the for profit prison and police industrial complex by making it legal for the African Americans in our country to become the private cash cow for an industry largely ruled by white billionaires. Taking money from police and prison lobbyists, he fast tracked the buildout of new prisons to keep the African American community from becoming a direct threat to our job market by infiltrating our educational system thus giving them the same opportunity through education that our white students have. 2.2 million inmates, largely African American, are kept in cages and their voices and votes are muted because of this bloated bill that has allowed slavery to continue its reign upon us as it did over 150 ago. For it is estimated that each inmate is worth $30,000 — $40,000 to the prison industrial complex. Discretionary funding is poured into the coffers of this industry and the black man, as he continues to vote against his best interest, is a willfully ignorant participant in this industry to keep slavery relevant and legal. For the Civil War was not about freeing the black man from their oppressors, it was about sharing the wealth. The South were experiencing immense wealth from free labor on the backs of black men and women and the North wanted to cash in, so they exploited the idea that all humans are created equal. We know that the continued executions of black men by police, and we know that the targeting of them for the cash they produce to the industrialized police and prison complex is just business as usual, while placing us as the most militant nation on the globe. This will prevail, for you are the willfully ignorant democrat manufacturing consent for the rise of fascism. And if you are a black democrat who continues to vote in office the Barack Obama’s or the HIllary Clinton’s of the world who take money from the lobbyists for this particular industry, then you are slaves beholden to your owners, have fallen prey to propagandized ideology, have been duped by your jailers and your owners. You are not free. When you are chased in the street and shot in the face and your assassins are celebrated as heroes, and you continue to vote their employer into office then you have no one but yourselves to blame. You, along with every willfully ignorant democrat, give rise to fascism.

The willfully ignorant give rise to fascism.

Donald Trump is a ruse and a farce, a propagandized joke meant to scare us into voting for Hillary Clinton. His supporters are uneducated and unaware of the machinations and inner workings of politics. They are ignorant and emotional and lash out due to the disastrous laws that your fascist vote has allowed. But you, democrat, with your world view and your advanced education, are willfully ignorant. You would rather laugh at, and point fingers at a group of people who represent the voice of millions of Americans who have been disenfranchised. Donald Trump is not the fascist dictator that you have decided to hold up as the clownish Hitler of the modern age. He represents what you voted into office, democrat. He represents the billions of dollars that are poured into austerity programs while those you have voted into office have slashed funding for educational programs, health programs, environmental programs. You are the willfully ignorant that has given rise to fascism. And without even realizing it you proudly display this when you intelligence-shame those who stay above the fray and refuse to “ get in line” with propaganda and manufactured consent. You would prefer to repudiate click bait articles that talk about Hillary Clinton’s fat butt, rather than discuss the fact that her Vice President wants to defund Planned Parenthood, your particular liberal agenda, for example. You are petty, ignorant, wasteful of your vote, and willfully ignorant. You give rise to fascism and we are tinkering on the brink of it because of you.

The willfully ignorant give rise to fascism.

The manufactured story goes that President Barack Obama was kept bound and gagged by a Republican ruling Congress that wouldn’t allow him to pass any progressive, reformed agenda. He had the majority vote for Medicare For All, a health initiative enjoyed by modern nations across the globe. Instead he decided to shred it, throw it in the face of the American people, and opted for the program that was first designed by a right wing think tank, The Heritage Foundation. This new program, Obamacare, keeps the pharmaceutical and insurance industries and various medical industries bloated and happy, for they are his (and Hillary Clinton’s) donors. The willfully ignorant give rise to fascism as they learn from propagandized commercials how the Obamacare health program has given hope to so many underprivileged in our country. As those in Finland, Sweden, Germany and Canada might say, democratic Americans who voted for the man who shredded a superior health program in favor of a program designed to keep the medical corporations in extreme and obscene wealth have given rise to fascism.

The willfully ignorant give rise to fascism.

President Barack Obama and Senator Bernie Sanders had every opportunity to prove that they were the “class acts” we have been told they are by openly condemning the DNC and the rigged primaries. But in typical fashion, it is business as usual in the Democratic Party so they remain taciturn and glibly silent on the subject. They seem willfully ignorant of campaign sabotage, voter obstruction, electoral fraud, questionable exit polls, and they thus give rise to fascism. Senator Bernie Sanders handed his 13 million newly registered Democrat voters over to a party that willfully embraces the rise of fascism.

The willfully ignorant give rise to fascism.

In her famous AIPAC speech a few months ago Hillary Clinton spoke of her desire to rise as a fascist. Her obvious ravenous longing for power, the insidious glint in her eye as she shouted for the heads of all terrorists, was not unlike how she shouted for the head of Edward Snowden, who exposed the NSA for breaching the Constitutional rights of every American citizen. The willfully ignorant who vote for this maniacal woman who creates a vacuum of terror and decimation in everything she touches, give rise to fascism. She promised to funnel billions of US dollars and military weapons and armed support into the grabby and ever-insatiable hands of Benjamin Netanyahu, who continues to this day to violate UN treaties by occupying Palestinian land. She funnels military weapons into the hands of Saudi Arabia who then sells the weapons to terrorist organizations. But the willfully ignorant who aren’t aware that President Barack Obama has kept us at war in at least seven different regions throughout his 2 term presidency under the guise of “Operation Inherent Resolve” and is at the expense of $8 million per day and paid for in the form of American tax dollars, don’t see that Hillary Clinton will do even more of exactly the same. They will vote for her and she will be President and thus they give rise to fascism.

The willfully ignorant give rise to fascism.

The subject matter of exposed emails, the fact that Hillary Clinton unknowingly breached national security through the use of her private server, is an alarm that democrats choose to ignore, and their willful ignorance gives rise to fascism. The Iranian scientist who recently was executed by hanging for accusations of being a spy, was mentioned in multiple exposed emails on Hillary Clinton’s private unsecured server. But the willfully ignorant will somehow make excuses because they are with her and this will give rise to fascism.

The willfully ignorant give rise to fascism.

The “Stronger Together” theme that the United States will see over the next three months as Hillary Clinton plays the role of “campaigning for the President “ is the message of unity between the Democratic and Republican parties, and it is not meant for the American people for they are too stupid to see its true meaning, but meant for the world at large.

The willfully ignorant do not see this manufactured rise of fascism, for this theme is the message of party Unity: the United States is a war profiteering mangler of human rights, a corrupted society that manufactures consent through fear mongering and Brand Clinton while capitalism runs rough shod over the American people, especially the middle class; it runs amok, wildly exploiting our civil liberties while maintaining a global military presence for no other reason than to keep the industry alive and thriving, in continued destruction of our planet and people and peace.

Oh, but look at that cute picture of Hillary holding her grandbaby. Or, that cute photo of Barack making funny face to a baby in the Oval Office. Emotional manipulation of my vote is more important than manufactured consent for the rise of populism, and fascism.

Vote for Jill Stein as if your life depended on it, because it does. (Jill2016.com) Or don’t and remain willfully ignorant of manufacturing consent for fascism.

Hollowed Out

It is a known fact that hollowed halls echo deeper than cluttered ones. Sound reverberates. Wafts of the echoing take on distorted or deeper resonances diluting the words into other, even ethereal meanings. Ears, the labyrinth of fractal tendons and tissue, can only interpret so far before the brain can decipher the sound. Digging out the mess of stimulation since there is no clutter to absorb the absurd sound proves that hollowness, anywhere, should be revered and anything spoken should be done so with discretion.

Tree

Those rough crevices marking time and energy , wind and weather, the alchemy of earthen roots binding with dankness below. Mostly tall, usually old, and in posture our paths are marked. Grizzled, the secrets held in shadow branches mark graves, texture the cartographer’s mimicry from above.

Paths

There are pathways. Treading clear and even, usually straight with perfect winding ways. Lines evenly dotted with trees or benches. Designed efficiently, clutter free. Lucky to have stumbled upon them, the strong even gait easily accomplished when singular events and goals collide. We are not messy and our voices are even and subdued, like our paths. We lead each other sanely, and distract the madness to gnarled messes, scattering them away. Off our path. Our colors see neutral with splashes of green or blue. Distinctly sky and distinctly grass adorn our paths.

Alchemy

She spoke of alchemy, culling influence of nature and design, and conjuring an idea, an impression of something not yet distributed among the masses, or the elite.

When bones turn to metal, and blood runs like wine, when the concrete beneath us bends and sways to our whim, when we roll or step, when we bang or twang or pick or press, we crush, destroy, rebuild, and thrive, we break free and respect the temperamental yet balanced nature of our nature.