The good news is that I think my Mom now believes my stories, the bad news, because the parasites have devoured her brain, is that she is unable to process that I am basically unwilling to return to the Portland residence for any kind of prolonged stay at all, though I am still in the records as residing there for now. I imagine that is where I will send my ballot for instance because this place in New York itself is temporary. I am still trying to figure out a new destination.
A distinct lack of payment by any sort of CIA-type organization was ongoing today, though I have left a comment on a Phish Youtube file asking them if they need any yardwork performed by the King of the Jews so that maybe I can make some spare change or something. :)
I get to wonder about the status of the nuclear escalation and how that might be working into the election schedule. The big boom still appears in many of the mirrors though I wonder if situations are changing as the candidate installation process is changing. Bernie's success has been very exciting and I wonder if that is helping a new type of sanity pervade the situation.
There is a lot of television and also increasing value in ignoring the television. The Simpsons have joined our parade along with many other productions and it is nice to see Elizabeth again, on television earlier with her Good Charlotte and a court room scene in their music video fitting for the recent Supreme Court decision on union bargaining.
The Daily Show of 2000 has figured out that there is something wrong with my Mom and has also presented me with the daydream of what might have happened if Janet Reno were here instead of the evil robot apocalypse that has appeared since 2010.
As per the writing to the FCC yesterday I consider the robots of cable television to have been warned, and there has been some improvement, though Disney and the Comedy Central of 2016 have some esplainin to do.
Discovering that my Mom is a vampiric robot thing has been very revealing, it lets me know much about my upbringing here and the dynamic which resulted in my running away from home so often in the old days.
The construction noise has stopped and the parasites from room 606 are many times zones away, though there is now this new type of noise hovering around the Loudonville house which requires its own kind of adaptation. It reminds me of what Billy Crystal thought about Danny Devito's mother in the movies. "She's not a woman, she's the Terminator". If I am lucky it will go on vacation to Lake Placid soon.
Otherwise smokes have been plentiful and I am getting some good thinking accomplished during the extended periods of quiet.
One of the technocrats that robbed me and killed my friends is speaking in front of Morgan Stanley this evening. Thank you Paul Stanley for the commentary earlier. I remember this was one of Henry's favorite songs in 2003:
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