They fucked me here, they fucked me there, they fucked me everywhere.
I was booted out of my abode by a greedy Vietnamese landlord after I paid for a $6000 solar system.
'You bad man.'
Stupid would be a better word.
My car had already broken down, which I put down to as a lemon sold by a dodgy used car salesman.
I just turned 54.
And I speeded up.
Phenetamine, 5 mg, compounded and short release, would do the trick.
I hired a rental car for a week, which would sort out my accommodation.
The car broke down on the first day.
Then the manager, a Malaysian Chinese, threatened to charge me for repairs, a flat battery. And withheld my bond and blacklisted me Statewide. He didn't like me. And he knew he could do what he wanted and there would never be any blowback.
Oh, the hard lessons, I thought, as I bought a cheap car from an Indian.
The back lights weren't working. Another lemon.
I went shopping at a mall, parked the car and it got stolen.
My insurance company had me under investigation and declined the claim. The security at the mall said I couldn't access the footage, only the police and the insurance company.
Seemed all a bit in favor of the thief. He wore a mask and couldn't be identified. He was African, said the security guy who told my insurance company that I was shown in the footage holding my car keys 'as if to invite a theft.' They could identify the keys but not the black guy in the mask.
Australia, collectively, was screwing me over.
I could understand the mentality of mass shooters, bullied, and ripped off till his last dime and with no chance in hell of fighting all those corrupt bastards who screwed him over.
I really could relate to them.
The companies that screwed us over were the problem. No need for gun reforms. What was needed was the draining of the corporate swamp.
