These are pictures from today of contiguous sections of the first page of The New York Times's website:
The New York Times has prioritized ridiculing me before talking about shootings.
This is the second time that I have had to write publicly about a health problem that I'm having. I erased the first page that I wrote about it several days ago, after people had had time to read it. I hoped that I would not have to write about it again, but I have to write about it because I have to expose the abuse which is inflicted on me by the conglomerate every day.
For several weeks, I have had pain in my urogenital area. It started suddenly and has not responded to treatment. I have had 4 visits to medical practitioners. It's not a sexually transmitted infection, a urinary tract infection or a yeast infection. It is not incontinence, although if it were that would not excuse the conglomerate's vicious behavior. Why do prestigious media think that mental and physical disabilities are appropriate fodder for ridicule?
I can't research what it might be, sign into my medical email, send or get email messages to or from or have phone conversations with medical providers without all of that being exposed to the people who hack my phone.
I don't know what the medical problem is, and neither do any of the providers with whom I have had appointments.
In the past several weeks, I have had 2 pelvic exams, one of which was physically painful because I was a virgin until I was 27 and haven't had sex since I was 29. I am 42. Although the doctor used the smallest adult speculum that the office had, I cried during the entire procedure, because of the physical pain and also because of my emotional trauma from what the conglomerate has done to me for almost 7 years. When I later went to Planned Parenthood, I asked that a pediatric speculum be used, and that was much less painful, but I was shaking by the end of the exam from the stress of having someone look at and touch my vagina.
The conglomerate never stops propagating the rumor that I'm an evil slut who deserves what's happening to me. I have not had a Pap smear or a breast exam since before the conglomerate began to sexually harass me in 2010, because I have not wanted to have to show my body to anyone. Since 2011, I, and everyone else in the world, have had reason to be wary that there might be cameras in medical exam rooms, hidden there by maintenance people.
I have to have another doctor's appointment and another pelvic exam today, with yet another person whom I have never met. When I go to Boston Medical Center, there will be Wet Floor signs which are permanently left outside of women's restrooms. I couldn't calculate how many times, since the conglomerate began perpetuating vicious misogyny all over the world, I have been in restrooms that have Wet Floor signs all over them and that haven't been cleaned for hours.
I don't know how many people will physically harass or stalk me today, while I'm going to the hospital, at it or leaving it.
I do know that the New York Times has my phone hacked and is otherwise criminally invading my privacy all the time, that the newspaper couldn't care less about treating me as if I have no rights, and that there are so many people who are also doing to me what the New York Times is doing that I can't know who they all are or how many of them there are. There is no part of my life that is not criminally invaded by other people literally 24 hours a day. They do not think that they are doing anything wrong. They do not think that I am their victim.
I don't like to think of myself as a victim. I have tried not to act like one, and the conglomerate has taken my attempts not to act like a victim as proof that I'm a bad person who deserves what's happening to me. My anger about the violations of my life is a neverending source of amusement to the conglomerate.
Because I don't know what my medical problem is, I have read about various things from my phone, all the while knowing that malicious people are watching what I'm reading and will publicize their ridicule of me. I have read about vaginal cancer, bladder cancer and urethral cancer.
Last night, I left a webpage about "urethral syndrome" at my phone. I also wrote this note at my phone, of things that might help:
I did not publish any of that; last night, The New York Times hacked my phone and read what I was reading and writing at my phone.
To make a person live without any privacy at all is already an abuse. That is how I live; that is the starting condition of my life 24 hours a day. When the conglomerate wants to increase the abuse of me, there is nothing stopping that from happening, either.
The conglomerate is also mirthful about being able to attack me for having a "female problem." My distress, as usual, increases the conglomerate's pleasure.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, October 21, 2016 @ 1:44 p.m./I published my preliminary page and similar pages yesterday.