This long ago story of hatred and bullying.. started long ago…

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And tonight, when I thought about it, I may die this year, because I’m not very well, in myself and in this country now: there are is not a lot of medical help, or dentists for the older folk available… Because so many died of Aids or went to other countries not so aflicted by those with Aids, or Necrophilia, or the terrors that come with such desease, such as cannabalism or child abuse. We can’t blame them for going, I half wish I could put on my coat, pick up my bag and whisk myself and power chair out and away. Only I know this dreadful lot of Nazi survivers and clingers on would follow me to death and quite possibly beyond.

They had one of their sons tormenting me all afternoon, chatting merrily away, trying to get in on me somehow. They hate me because I’m anti=social, have no energy, can afford to buy an item or two, that I save a small amount of money a month… etc. I’m a thorn in their neck, a reverse criminal of their lives.

He is deluded about who he is: he says he is a Shah’s son, I pinned him on the notion, as I know the man he described as selling his land in Persia, and who lives in England in a flat not unlike my retirement flat, with his cat who he walks daily on a lead. I’ve met him, he’s not very social. He prefers his cat. Who can dislike him for that? Not me.

I pointed out these facts to his son, that he’d sold and given up his life there, that he was no longer a Shah, but was settling for being a retiree in England. Therefore his son no longer had anysthing to look forward too, apart from perhaps the Cat. Though the cat might prefer to go with him into that good night.

Cannabalism according to the speel that these dreadful folk give way too, can start with cats. They eat the poor creatures too, after upsetting and maiming them. They progress to dogs, whose faithfulness is sadly used.

After that they hit upon anyone who they can find fault with. Children are easy prey once they have the parents in their power. It’s horrible to hear them in full cry after their victims. I’m not convinced that all of these people died of Aids. They believe that they can lengthen their lives by eating human. I’m very doubtful that there is any proof in it, but I admit that the most annoying folk are still alive and having a go.

Last night it was awful, although all of a sudden most of them ran away.

Tonight it was all on me, at first, they keep on telling me to run away. I won’t. there is a problem with this, it just gives them someone to run after.

They were after someone to eat. They tried to push the door open, saying they wanted my hand bag. I wasn’t feeling well, and I went off to bed.

The screaming got less human and more interested in food on the foot

outside.

For some obscure reason, I advised them to eat the big blocky kind, the lady who used to pretend to be me, on the radio, and her friend, upstairs.

They were the first in the queue to annoy me today and offer me as a victim.

I said they were likely to taste like fish fingers. They took them off with them. In the hubhub of under conversation, I heard that they were young women who were determined to get the ones that had hurt their children.

They were sure it was them. So they took them away shouting with laughter and hatred, the sides of the coin.

After that I got up to have a coffee and write this. I wonder if this fits with whatever happened in other countries and led to mass deaths, in order to save the unaffected people?