Turning Off Paid Subscriptions

I have turned off paid subscriptions because it is pointless for me to dedicate the time and effort while my health continuously degrades. The last time I worked hard to get off the street The Big Covid Lie destroyed my life and any chance of getting to a normal healthy state; physically, emotionally, mentally, was destroyed because dumb fuck Canucks are not nice as people think, they are zombie selfish garbage demons. I will never forgive and forget what their enthusiastic compliance did. Out of fear of a lie and too lazy to get a second opinion to sort it out themselves which is a supposed right in this colony. As always though when a Canadian’s right is tested they fold while banshee wailing about rights when their childish emotions are excited in that way.

I still do not know how I survived two winters outside in Canadian winters with a sleeping bag and tarp in my mid-40s. It is how I ended up in Little Kali/Seattle officially known as Vancouver Island (Purgatory Island) and the Fraser Valley. The winters are easy too survive. I also got two major things accomplished: a bank account and photo id which for a supposed First World colony was surprisingly difficult and long to do!

I had injured my back in my early ‘30s working in a potato factory. Boring but honest work. I started testing myself and started throwing 50ib sacks on the pallet one handed. One day my back didn’ t like it. A veterbrae almost twisted free the chiropractor told me. The Big Covid Lie ruined the base level of damage I had. Everyday I had to stretch just to keep it so I can walk upright. After a life of hard labour, hitchhiking, streets, my back had already spent decades under heavy load. Meanwhile these soft, spoiled brat, weak, Canucks, bitch about the smallest things. Especially the weather. Which is a definition of pathetic when you live in the North. WTF do they expect?

I had to go inside into a fucking shelter, since the dawn of synthetic opiates they are asylums, and am not to pleased about it. Went from mats to dorm at least. I cannot tell you the comfort of sleeping in a heated place without bright lights and a thick, heavy blanket to sleep under on a decent bed like mattress. What happened a few days ago was that my back did the compression accordion from carrying some weight. About 30ibs did it this time when younger I could carry a hundred to two hundred pounds without too much difficulty or discomfort. Iam tired of this constant pain and discomfort, I cannot be vertical or horizontal for too long.

Time is running out for me to break this “homeless” cycle although I never thought myself homeless as “wherever I lay my head is home”. Canada does not accept a Hermetic lifestyle anymore and I do not accept their non-acceptance. Fuck these clowns and their old used up whore colony. Part of the reason it had taken so long to do what I have known I need to do for a few years now is all the time I have spent on online doing my part as a “citizen”, without one cent coming my way, fighting the good fight. Like real life I only get punished and nothing in compensation for doing so. I have spent the last two decades playing this game with all my heart.

Iam not going to make a cent playing this charade. It is not worth it to try at this point. As a wise woman told me a couple of years ago; “you have to start thinking of yourself”, in context she meant get my shite together and settle down somewhere. She was right as she usually was.

Iam not ever going to quit trying to make a small living off writing. I have been chipping away at a fantasy world to write stories in. I spent my teenage years playing to much D&D, it lead to copious amounts of reading history. While my friends wanted to power game I wanted to create stories (DM) with real historical grounding. At the time I created a fantasy world a 1” binder full of notes, maps, etc. Fiction sells and Truth is unmarketable, ask the government and mass media if you don’ t believe me. The only way Iam going to make any living off writing is through fiction.

So, it is time for me to get back to reality. The people who read my stuff for whatever reasons are not going throw a dime my way. It has nothing to do with me so Iam not going to get upset about it. Instead, I will use my energy and time in more productive pursuits and my main goal in life: die on a homeland on native soil. I will continue on fighting the good fight as Iam built to. I drop all delusions I will get my due for it.