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I was very upset as soon as I saw the ad in November, but the conglomerate never cares how upset I get. I think that my pain, helplessness and anger are as amusing to the conglomerate as those emotions always are to people who viciously and chronically abuse until they have totally dehumanized their targets, whom they really think are deserving of the abuse.
The people at the "housing agencies" don't believe me. For a while, I thought that some of them did, but they don't, perhaps because one of them is a place where I and other homeless women were victimized by voyeurism in one or both of the bathrooms, and they don't want to believe that, either. The conglomerate has tortured me about that voyeurism for years, ignoring that not only were my rights criminally violated but the rights of all of the other homeless clients were also criminally violated, and might have continued to be criminally violated even during interims when I wasn't a homeless client. They haven't electronically searched their bathrooms for hidden cameras, and they are resistant to my having said for years that they should.
That is also the agency which did not provide any substantial help when I was falsely accused of inappropriate behavior at school last year, in retaliation for my having asked the school to do nothing other than talk to a student who was harassing me and tell him to stop.
After I saw the ad at Central Square station and publicly objected to it in November 2016, the ads proliferated; that's when they were plastered on public buses.
I'm the joke that never dies and that never gets old for the conglomerate, no matter how many years of my life the conglomerate ruins, or how many jokes about my aging the conglomerate makes while telling the world to get illegal video of me in the bathroom.
Copyright L. Kochman, January 20, 2017 @ 1:59 pm.
