A young girl walks by and she almost gets Me emotional in the sense that My passions be aroused to violent anger or despair but instead sanguine.

She says, going to Sovrumano’s just isn’t any fun anymore.

And I know that.

I’m not a UX/UI designer by trade by any means but I know enough by way of gaming that the user experience here doesn’t have a high engagement factor save the posts and videos.

To be fair, this site is really for the dissemination of information.

Now because of My personality and personal style, I wanted to do things a bit differently so that the user would see things that were visually arresting or interesting in addition to the information or intelligence to be found here. Yes, world-class intelligence but also visuals that were fun to play along with, so to speak. I’m thinking of My characters from The EON which are already supposed to be decorating the site.

But they are not. And what I tell you next I hope explains it for you as well as the young girl who walked by:

There isn’t any reason nor reward for Me to put more material online or marquee material online as I do not earn a penny from it. After seven years in business and a multi-billion dollar valuation I have absolutely nothing but headaches from harassment by those who seek to take things over by first destroying them.

I thought I was being generous, and perhaps, I  was to some appreciative people. But there are others out there who will take what you’ve offered for free or on gratuity and literally use it to launch their own copy of your material or platform. For example, there’s this site itself as a platform with the game theory, etc. but there’s also the New Bibles, etc. I’ve literally received death threats from sarcastic thieves–who only hesitate because I Am who I say I Am–that I need to go soon because I Am in their way.

In their way of what, I asked.

Their new Bibles and Churches, they replied with laughter. These guys are speaking on behalf of cops, you know.

And what about the merchandise? You maybe never saw it but I had killer t-shirts and coffee mugs–really cool stuff that I put My heart into designing–that were “not allowed” to sell because someone went and disconnected  the merchant account behind My bad so that orders wouldn’t ship. I spent over a year advertising them.

And then a woman said just recently that they had already contacted Redbubble (which is who I had chosen to go with for the next iteration of swag. (Does anyone use swag anymore?)) and told them to delay shipping any items from Me.

Now who would do that? The cops. The cops are taking liberties that are not theirs to take. Even  telling girls who they are “allowed to” and “not allowed to” date. And you can be sure that all of these hacks on us will work out to his own benefit, but I digress.

I went into a funk for the first time in My life about…14 months ago. I was diagnosed as “clinically depressed” which is the Real  McCoy not the episodic one that most young people go through which is usually just due to a boyfriend leaving or confusion about what they are to be or to do with themselves.

And the reason for the depression was due to every door being closed, so to speak. I live in a world that is full-time trying to bother, disrupt, insult, sabotage, slander, injure or murder Me. That’s full-time, 24/7, 365 days a year and that’s intra personally and interpersonally. I literally have a task force of bitches assigned to showing up in My imagination to tell me lies, I swear to you I Am not making this up.

And if the quality of My thoughts makes Me a billionaire and the quality of your thoughts makes you a secretary ort a homeless black man–then what the fuck do you think I want with your fucking thoughts inside My head? I don’t.

And this taxes the work I do. Because I’m thinking about something else; something counterproductive or just time misspent shoo-ing people away whoa re not welcome here.

So one day, amidst all of this negativity, a person showed up and became something of a bright light in My life inadvertently. This person seemed to “get it” and knew who I was and seemed generally enthusiastic behind the platform and said it had changed their life.

After some 11 months I was on My way to meet this person (I had never spoken face-to-face with them but I knew it was them that I was speaskintg to) as they had invited Me in after it looked like rain outside and the timing was quintessential –i was exhausted and didn’t want to be where I was on the sidewalk at the time so I buslily pulled My shoes on half-believing that this wasn’t too good to be true.

It was.

They didn’t answer and the whole thing revealed itself to be a sham. 

But I wasn’t depressed for it and Iwasn’t ashamed for it, either.

I was angry enough to put My fist through a mailbox outside, however. After a couple of hours that subsided. 

When this happened, it was as if a window had been pushed down that was the only source of light in My room. I literally know no one else; cannot find people to socialize with because police (and now even this person I refer to) dissuade them; work odd hours, and cannot trust just anyone with what I do or how I do it.

This is My 23rd year being wrongly detained on the sidewalk. After 23 years sometimes all you want if for a friend to text you and say, What’s going on? You’ve never not had friends calling you–certainly not for any real length of time–but after 23 years it’s a very big void to have. Girls often assume that I would jump them if they were to close to Me, for examle in My tent with Me as I’m working but it’s actually not that way. Sometimes just having someone to kibitz with is what you need to stay busy and productive.

Now you should understand that there are al least 3 different reasons why there is a lack of fire that once burned here very brightly here:

One, there’s no financial incentive to; police steal one million dollars a day from Me. That’s a fact.

Two, people are in My head and outside My head bothering Me full time. I’m not even in control of My bowels, the police are. And they are indulging themselves. Nowadays I can’t even have an attractive girl look at Me admiringly or I get punished for it. This is flagrant misuse of surveillance and flagrant illegality of technology as the tech itself isn’t even legal to possess or use. Police are policing all sorts of things that are not to be policed such as how attractive you are or how healthy you are or how much money you earn. Losers learned to join the police departments a long, long, time ago for the unions and the leverage and the perspective and the equipment. From there they start helping themselves to whatever they want. That appeals to guys who cannot earn it. And there lack of qualifications is laugh-out-loud funny when you catch them trying to hang on to it as well.

Three there are times when it just feels like it’s all for nothing. I have 7B reasons why I need to go to work today. But I cannot think of it that way or I would’ve died by now. The President is responsible for 360M people to put that in perspective and he doesn’t have anywhere near the number of people that I do literally praying for Hin to be here. I’ve had billions of people praying for Me to be here before I was born. To say that I outrank a President of the United States in an understatement.

Maybe that’s closer to what I’m trying to communicate–there’s no feedback and what I do here is a fire department driving around town telling others not to talk to Me, do business with Me or socialize with Me. Imagine being an entrepreneur and trying to run a business under those conditions!

There’s one adjunct to the story I told you earlier about the person (Alright. She’s a female.) who wasn’t there to get the door for Me. Someone–another female and one who I happened to adore from afar as she’s somewhat well-known–decided to jump into the fray (risking her name no less) and try to run up alongside of Me like one of the Incredibles and take Me underneath My arm to support My walk and carry Me along–she has been found to be with one of My former friends intimately who is also of this neighborhood and with the girl I mentioned earlier—that is what I’ve been told.

All of the aforementioned work for the police.

Am I depressed about this? No.

They were afraid to walk by Me holding hands. The first girl I referenced was too. i don’t know why. But they checked and confirmed that I wasn’t upset about these things.

That’s because I Am Christ.

Although I may not be perfect of form I Am not unattractive and My form likely serves a purpose, believe it or not. Some of My traits are those used on those “marked” in our pop culture such a asymmetrical smiles or eyes. I also look Hindu-ish (or Indian) which is not irrelevant.

The point is that I Am reasonably talented and I Am reasonably confident. My work gets great, not good, reviews all over the world. Try getting a President to read a blog. He won’t do it. I don’t care what the subject is.

I’ve had Presidents, Israel, Islam, Supremacists, High-IQ peeps, and everyone else in-between from high-school students to the unemployed benefit from My work. My work spans history, game theory, psychology, strategy.

I’m also a multi-millionaire from the gaming platform and a multi-billionaire from the spiritual platform. I have hundreds of wives already via the CAtholic Church and other institutions. That would be the nuns there.

I’ve never had a problem with girls in My life and I don’t now, either.

I don’t have bad luck. I have the kind of luck that makes people stop dead in their tracks. I don’t have flatulence or bowel problems. I look younger than My age and My body is too.

My problem is the only problem everyone faces: the4 wretched nigger races that occupy out police stations that want to be your One and only in every category every time and forever more and anything in the way is an “enemy”.

Therefore  you are not to fulfill your potential. Even if the rest of the world demands that you do.

And that can be depressing.

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