May
27, 2015
I
think we have all had that experience of picking up the telephone and saying
"Hello" to no reply. I
consider this a relatively normal, everyday occurrence.
However,
yesterday, I experienced something all together different.
There
was an odd pacing between telephone rings.
I decided to actually answer the telephone, which is something I just
don't do often anymore. So, I answer and
say, "Hello," and I hear my mother's voice. She is talking, but obviously not to me. I say, "Hello," again, to no response. My mother's voice continues on. I hang up.
The last thing I need to listen to is either some bizarre crime against
my mother I can't do anything about or some edited phone conversation or
real-life conversation of my mother. I
am not interested in interloping.
So,
my relatives, other than my mother (just her cell phone, I assume), have
participated in some strange espionage with me as the obvious target, using
gadgetry. This overlaps with the same
time frame in which the local health care providers are abusing me and sharing
lots of information, correct or not?
The
oddest thing is to have a relative lie straight to your face. "I'm stuck down someone's rabbit hole,
again," is all I can think, and they have all lost their moral
compasses. Lying about yourself. Lying about our common past. I don't even ask why. Seriously, when adults do this; they do it
intentionally. It's not something I
would ever participate in. I still could
not see a gun being held to anyone's head.
Some
people are worse than others. That's the
experience of this.
I
would like the Federal Government to just start prosecuting people as organized
criminals or cult members. Some people
should serve prison sentences. Some
people should also go to rehab for misuse of electronic devices. They should never be allowed to own them and
only have jobs teaching about them in after-school programs. It appears we are all supposed to either keep
buying or paying to have our mobile devices replaced or repaired by the same
people who have the knowledge of how to break them. I don't know where to find my own damn files
on mini-computer. I'm looking for a DOS
directory. I decided I prefer the contents
of a book. If I could retrieve all of
the knowledge in my own mind I would really not need a computer for anything
other than communicating with other people.
I might try paper, a pen, an envelope, and a stamp like I did when I was
younger.
©2015
D. Moss
