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That’s another part of the ironic futility of explaining anything to u.

In fact, she needs and wants me here, so leaving would not be ‘getting out of her hair’ but creating for her a grave misfortune. She could not afford a weekly nanny to come in and do all the housework, vacuum, make the bed, roll the trash cans to the curb, and other things she can hardly do.

Now I’ve offered to pitch in with my aunts to pay for a weekly helper to come by twice a week, clean and do all that shit and run errands - she won’t drive - but nothing was thought further of it. She assumed i would remain here and become a basement philosopher loser for the rest of my life, I guess. I dunno. In fact… and here’s one of those deep down evil things of her’s… i think she’s glad rental agencies reject me becuz that keeps me here so i can do all this shit for her. Really evil bitch. Like Ed Kemper’s moms. He threw that bitch’s vocal chords down the garbage disposal and that bitch still wouldn’t shut up. Tell her Ed. True story.

What she’s doing is holding the house over my head. When she passes and this house is sold to pay back her reverse mortgage loan, whatever is left will be mines. Could be looking at the high five digits if the market isn’t crashed by then. I give er ten more years at the rate at which she vapes and sits. She was born in 47.

In other words, she had spent her inheritance, which was very decent, carelessly, and made all the wrong decisions with her money on account of her vanity and incompetence. That left her in such a situation that she wouldn’t be able to afford a personal nanny, and it’d be up to me to either be a nanny or pay for one.

Moreover, she has to stay and die in this house. She can’t go to a retirement home or elderly place becuz she’d have to turn her assets (this house) over to the home or bank, and I’d get nothing from its sale.

It is a dreadfully complex situation. The fact is, with her monthly income from social security and the small IBM retirement bit she gets, she would be able to afford a nanny if she hadn’t bought this three bedroom house and spent twenty or thirty grand less on another house, keeping this difference to invest with and live off of. U have no idea, dude. Her financial incompetence combined with her excessive tastes and sense of entitlement (her petite bourgeois values) make her a perfectly irresponsible financial disaster.

Had she not taken the reverse mortgage out and bought this yuge house (for her… that I’m here is a contingency), she’d own another smaller house which I’d get all the sales profit from becuz there would be no reverse mortgage to pay back. Over 50,000 has already accrued in interest in her loan.

But really, i need not build a story to defend myself from your allegations (although I’ve already started). Just take my word that we have an X here. Just imagine the ugliest, unlikable cat shit bag collecting in the corner once a week (maybe) showering collecting phlegm tissues in old lady sundress pockets vape sucking cretin with a voice like homeboy’s mom in The Big Bang Theory u can. That’s her. Forget your christianity for a second. Just pretend u know nothing of christianity and it isn’t there to guide u. U meet this person. That person…that’s X.

Btw all these posts are more about demonstrating another instance of u being wrong than they are tryna build a case against this insufferable person. That clip was inspired by the suddwn urge to catch her mafia boss voice on tape so my fans and critics could hear it. I do podcasts often.

And notice how quickly and more easily it is said of an SO by a prejudiced critic like yourself that he ought to go back to a parking lot and use a shelter as a mailbox… rather than a response like ‘wtf. This registry bullshit needs to stop or prom needs to get the fuck off it’.

Didja see that? The citizens of the state will ignore even the most blatant idiocies of its government so long as those idiocies don’t affect them personally. And what if the tail end of that idiocy… the guy who’s suffering it… has to suffer again some smug asshole’s complete disregard of it somewhere on a forum or in the skreet.

This is the general attitude of everyone, not just u.

How did WL put it? To walk away as a Socrates or Stirner?

I am so gonna get a good clip now so u can get a real taste of Al Capone and how I’m right in every argument with her. Every one. Without exception.

I hope she kicks your ass out. There’s plenty of people that need a place to stay & would show her gratitude instead of disrespect. She should place an ad for a live-in maid & kick your butt out.

You are lucky you are alive & on a registry, not to mention housed!

But, sure, take that for granted & blame your “misfortune” on everyone else.

I don’t need a place to stay dummy. I could rent three apartments right now. I neither want nor need to be here. She’s doing me no favors.

“You are lucky you are alive & on a registry, not to mention housed!”

This is an empty truism. Everything is luck.

What u want to say is i should be grateful for the situation i am in. And that’s some sick shit, bruh.

Big Reas u gotta rent a flat down here and sublease it to me bruh. I’ll pay u a small finders fee every month. No pets. I got the deposit plus your first fee up front. Also have proof of gainful employment. Mad proof. U know how we do.

I don’t mean roomates bruh. You’d essentially become a renter for a small but secure profit. Think dollar stocks.

Just make sure the landlord says you can sublet or you’re screwed.

OK Bullshitter No. 1, I challenge you to a duel.

Here is the duel.

You versus your mom, but you shut your damn mouth and get her a damn vape that actually lasts long enough so that you don’t have shit to say about it.

Then record what she says.

We’ll see if this is about her or you.

I bet the only thing we’ll hear is that damn cat.

Music, sweet music.

But, the next time (after that) she asks you to get her another vape, hand her the car keys and say you want her to stay around a lot longer than she would if she didn’t quit vaping. Clearly switching to vape did not help her lung situation.

But keep doing all the other stuff she asks you to do that are good for her health.

And if she doesn’t wanna go alone when you hand her the car keys, tell her you’ll sit in the passenger seat. And don’t be an ass the entire time.

Tldr

Two recent episodes i was again not able to record for our documentary.

Two houses down, new people moved in. Somebody there owns a truck with headers, so the exhaust sound is full and loud, but not intolerable. She’s on the front porch with her half senile shihtzu on a leash peeing in the bushes. ‘Boy, that sure is loud. U need to get that fixed. Wow’, she shouts up the street to him as if she’s offended, trying to make him feel guilty about the sound of his truck, which is well below any noise ordinance violation. The arrogance of that bitch to assume this guy ought to spend a thousand dollars and modify his exhaust becuz an old hag two doors down doesn’t like the sound of it when she’s taking her little useless dog outside.

Later, i go to get a new bar of soap for a shower, and she’s hidden the three bars i just bought last week… thinking she bought them and that i am plotting to use a bar of hers instead of buy my own so i can save seventy-five cents.

The dementia setting in is compounded by her paranoia that I’m conspiring to ‘use her’ and secretly refusing to buy my own soap. Seventy five cents she thinks I’m worried about. Thinks I’m motivated to use her soap to save seventy-five cents. U read that right.

What puts me into a homicidal rage is when she keeps insisting that I’m lying and trying to use her, when i know she’s losing her mind, now hiding the soap i buy. This is where her mind is at.

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Do you think she enjoys losing her mind? Do you think she’s losing her mind on purpose?

That is of course assuming that she is losing her mind. She sounds to me like my ex mother-in-law. Who was perfectly sane. And probably still is.

From where I lounge, you appear to have lost your mind, but I’m not sitting here calling you senile.

You guys are driving each other crazy. And I haven’t heard the decibels of that guy’s headers. Maybe they comfort you, whereas they don’t comfort anyone else in the universe? I’m just saying. Have you considered that possibility?

My neighbor a neighborhood OVER blasts middle eastern music after curfew hours (this may have been one or two nights in a row that has/have never happened again, but I’m still going to really harp on it) according to the noise ordinance. Rather than lose my mind and report them like a Karen, I sit outside on my tailgate and just imagine what it’s going to be like after Iran totally takes over the entire universe. It soothes my apocalyptic impulses.

Today I enjoyed chicken curry. Very, very much.

We all got a few screws loose, kid. Embrace it.

No, it’s nothing like that. The volume of that exhaust isn’t at all too loud for her or anybody else. Rather, she’s looking for something to complain about so she can make someone feel uncomfortable. Her antenna are always up for some tedius little thing she can voice a complaint about. In every interaction with someone else involving the sale of a service or product, she persistently haggles the person trying to jew them down, complaining about how broke she is. This will go on for minutes at a time despite the person informing her that they can’t change the price. She’s that woman who always comments on how ugly something is that somebody has. A dress. A front lawn. The couch in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. The color of someone’s porch rails. I’ll eat the last pickle out of a jar she bought, and she’ll make a yuge deal about it and demand i replace the pickle. I’ll buy a new jar and she won’t eat a pickle out of it for three months. That’s how bad she wanted pickles. The whole thing was a hoax. She just found some insignificant thing she really didn’t care about (as per not eating the new pickles) that she could use for an opportunity to complain. Person X. Again, u can not know how pointless your attempt to salvage for this woman anything more than the most basic and bare minimum respect one would have for a total stranger or a lame animal. I don’t ‘hate’ her or mean her physical pain. But that’s the absolute limit of concern or respect i have for this abhorrence called my moms. If u knew her, you’d be like damn dude u weren’t kidding.

You are being extremely petty … you do realize that, right? You act like her crimes are severe. Has she done hard time, my friend?

Buy your own food much?

You do pay rent, right?

Square up, foo.

Ya guys soaring short term obsessions, while no idea how or even if it all could fit in the large svlcheme of things,

See Maggie, I told You he’d accept my invite although through a different firmat

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Well, it’s decided then. You’ve got me all wrong and will forever think I’m the villain. But people who know me invariably say of me: he can’t be sold. He’s not vicious or malicious, just de-lovely and delicious

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Btw comrades might enjoy a Tim Dorsey audio book we’re listening to together at the PN forum - i say ‘we’re’ meaning just me, i think. I had recommended Florida Roadkill to a member and then kinda got back into the book… which i read almost a decade ago.

He’s an acquired taste for intelligent humor. His characters are hilarious and he captures the zeitgeist of the crime and tourism of suburban florida with the skill and precision of a brain surgeon.

The only disappointing thing are the narrator’s character voicings. They are horrible and will ruin the image u have in your head unless u mute his voice and hear the character in the voice u know is appropriate for that character, instead. Comrades may find my running commentary on the story at the PN forum.

Meno/Maggie, tell ‘trop I am not clicking on that.