reply to post by heyJude
I was diagnosed with this weird illness. Which is not. An illness, I mean. We all have it, and I shall tell you something your regular shrink won't:
It is a state of mind, a brain response to the strain imposed on it by your way of life. Which IS imposed on you by THEM. "Them" being who ? Well,
those "Them" are nothing more but people with a higher IQ, and their relatives and foillowers, using their gained power against US, the ... usual
ones. I was born in romania - I made a vow not to mention this country's name with a capital "r", until that time will come when it will deserve-it
- and I live in London, and I am fully dedicated to my british nation's wellbeing, and I would happily give away everything I am and have for the
sake of this country and its people. Why. People will start asking this question. Well, I do not know, really. This is the way I feel, soul & body. I
found England in 1993. Illegal. And everything was different. I was chased like a stray dog all over Europe, just for being ... well... romanian. I am
not advocating for ... well, foreigners being allowed into foreign countries. I do know, most of them are scum. You all know it. I know it, and was
for so long and sometimes I still am a "foreigner scum". Look at the wonderful ME: I went to the Croydon College and got all those degrees with
credits and recommendation letters. In one year. Because I have had all the future lessons already on my laptop, prepared by me, before they were
taught in the class. Well... that's another long story. I do know most romanians are scum, and I am sorry, not for them, but for me. On one hand, the
whole people in that country is uneducated and ... plain savage. On top, social and political experiments have been done on them, plenty. All the
time. Imagine, being brought up as a baby in that country. What a horrid thought. Well, you do not need to, and you do not want to. Why would you?
People are looking the wrong way. I do understand very well why locals do not like foreigners taking their jobs, I am in the same boat. I didn't take
anyone's job. My job is very specific. And it requires many skills, not just computer or electrical engineering. It is both, and more. It does have
kind of secrecy. But, whenever I will have something to say, I shall say it. That's why I joined ATS. I did have a few drinks, and maybe I should
zzzzzzzzzip-it and throw-it in the bin. I do not know lie. I talk, I do not write, when you talk, you cannot delete. I don't, deleting is wrong.
Whatever I am writing must be there. Think. You cannot delete words in a conversation. When you speak, is... gone. It is there, it has been said.
Writing, is easy. Especially on this damn laptop. Write - delete - write - delete - write........ Well, whoever - wherever you are, hate-me, or be
with me. For I am a foreigner. And so I shall be forever, whatever I do. I do not care. And you shouldn't, as an UK citizen. Because I am one as
well, for 18 years. And because I am filling a gap, not pricewise, but for my skills, and I am being paid quite welI. I left in 1989 that #hole called
romania because the ones elected by you made life in that country unbearable. I do not have any intention to start an argument over England's
sovereignty, but I must say that it is ruled by Israel, Sweden, Norway and - mainly - Japan. Well, considering the latest events, maybe not anymore.
Anyway, not caring about what is happening in the UK, you helped those cheap arseholes rise in the romanian government. I do know, why should I care
about those things happening over there, far away !?! Well, because we are living on... basically, a grain of sand. Small and fragile. Whatever
happends here, shall be felt over there. I shall never blame the people, but their ignorance. Did you join ATS ? You do know why. And you do know Who
You Are. Do your job, then. TEACH. I shall do my job, which is fighting, face-to-face against those monsters. I am doing it, right now. This moment. I
am in Eastern-European courts every three weeks, fighting against the system. And here, on ATS, and out there, talking to people, and home again,
raising my 4 year daugher, and being thrown in jail, and getting out, and fighting prosecutors, and judjes, and policemen, all sold and bought, I AM
HERE. I am fighting. In Eastern and Western Europe. Against the system. What do you do ? What everyone does ? Typing. It is easy. Just hold your
laptop on your lap - where else ? - and type away... When it comes about prisons, tortures, abuses of anykind, ... well.. write something on the ATS,
and your soul feels relieved. Uhhh. I stop here. This is the end. This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of ev'rything that stands
Jim Morrison. While he was alive. Still. Now he is not. He is just still. And we dream of being alive.
I apologise for... whatever, everything. It is not my intention to be the oger of this site.