Monday, March 31, 2025

     Skid Row may be the headquarters for Los Angeles' fascist leaders.  The shelter, where I've been sleeping, does strange repeats.  Twice, when I got up to use the bathroom, the staff person wouldn't let me sign in, on the required form, and, yelled at me that I stunk, again.  Once, I smelled it, Robotics from Modesto that smell.  Once, I didn't.  I'm soaked with noisy ions, from dirty weapons that were in Portsmouth, Wash.  It's kind of a heavy, dank smell.

     This morning, the L.A. Mission security guards started the script where they kick me out of the chapel.  Last time, it was stopped.  As predicted, this time they told me that I couldn't eat breakfast.  They brought me a cup of oatmeal, and, a donut, with a fork.  No coffee.  We've been smelling sewer smells, in spots, around the building, again.  People at the L.A. Mission, the Midnight Mission, and, on the buses have been yelling at me that I stink, since January.  It's spiraled into a significant number, with force, possibly rage.  The script running today, to insist I shower (the demands, everything, is unclear) is unauthorized.  The military lynch mob grows, and, is driving me to suicide.  Sam Hithye tells me several times a day that he doesn't want me to die.

     How can I go to pick up my money transfer with this many attacking?  The same fascist leaders take over businesses, illegally, to refuse service to some, and, cover it up with confusion.  Do you like to decide which people get coffee, and, which don't, sir?  It's un-American!  We know these fascists have covered, for the drug-runners, and, kidnappers.  They tearing down our Democracy.  They're selling out our Country, for something worse, and still bragging.  Scumbags!