It has added a picture that has a coded implication that I'm a drug abuser to the first page of its website, next to a picture promoting involuntary pornography and above a picture promoting child molestation and child pornography.
That's a picture that I took of part of the first page of its website.
I've never even been drunk.
These people criminally invade my privacy, and then they attack me for whatever disgusting interpretation that they want to make of whatever they see. They also know that there are things about me that are unequivocally true, such as that I DON'T DO DRUGS!
In all of these years, the conglomerate's persecution of me would have made a lot of people disintegrate into drug or alcohol addiction, even if they never had a substance abuse problem before. The conglomerate KNOWS that I'm not a drug abuser, because there's nothing about my life that it doesn't know, and yet there doesn't seem to be a lie that it won't tell about me.
Wasn't this newspaper just calling me mentally ill and even demonically possessed the day before yesterday? It shouldn't have a problem with my talking some medication, should it? Would it like to explain how it knows that I take a small amount of non-habit-forming medication, and a medication to prevent side effects like neurological problems, which I have developed anyway?
I can't risk not getting enough sleep. I particularly couldn't risk that when I was living in homeless shelters for the past two years, where people sleep in beds that are inches from each other and I was frequently near someone, or a few people, who thought it was funny to fake-cough loudly all night so that I couldn't sleep.
I refuse to take controlled substances. It's bad enough that the meds that I do take cause me to have the dry mouth which I didn't know, when I was taking psychiatric medications in my teens and twenties, causes gum recession; the gum recession that made my teeth start to drift and for which the conglomerate incessantly attacked me for years, also. Finally, a few years ago, someone told me about mouth care products that help to reduce dry mouth, so hopefully I won't lose my teeth from gum recession.
I'd like to be able to taper off the medication that I take, but I haven't because:
-I am near enough to a nervous breakdown most of the time anyway, because of what the conglomerate is doing to me.
-This medication is difficult to stop taking. If I don't take it even from one night to another night, I'll vomit uncontrollably.
This medication is also a possible cause of the migraines that I never had before the first years that I ever took it, in my late twenties.
Low doses of medication that someone else might not feel at all put me to sleep for hours. It's not a nice way to live; it's not like normal sleep. It's like anesthesia; I feel it, then I'm dead to the world, then I'm sort've awake but almost can't move, then it's worked its way out of my system and I can talk and walk.
Is there anything else that the Washington Post or the rest of the conglomerate would like to say to try to heap more ruin upon my reputation and evade responsibility for the conglomerate's crime promotion and criminal activities? Dare I ask? Do I want to know?
Every day, literally as soon as I'm at all conscious, all I can think is "What horrible thing has the conglomerate thought of next?" That also has a lot to do with why it takes me a while to get out of bed, when there's nothing scheduled that I have to leave my apartment and be stalked all day, and harassed at least a few times, to be able to do.
It's not as if I never think about taking every pill at once, so that I can end the pain which the conglomerate has viciously, deliberately inflicted on me since 2010 and which it does not want to stop inflicting. The conglomerate knows that also; it watched me contemplate suicide every few months, sometimes every few weeks, through the live feed that it had into the hidden cameras that the landlord or the maintenance people had put around my apartment at Braintree Village, where I lived from 2013 to 2014. The conglomerate never cared about that either; it would be thrilled to watch me die.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, July 5, 2016 @ 1:40 a.m.
