Progress?

I had the bar association buried in both my email accounts, one from Kitt Abad of the ACLU NYC chapter. I told him I was a fascist and his reaction astonished me, but there you go. I am waging this battle by myself, and it is frightening. A corrupt disability center with lowest common denominator dependency and my Jewish supervisor whose idea of friendship amounts to a frank assessment of your expendability and "my sex is better than yours" is one thing. Taking on urban socialism and its corruption is another, and even if I made a serious effort to trust a stranger online to give me an arrangement as a renter I could live with as opposed to creating a home imprisonment situation, Craigslist creates stressors difficult for both parties. Jesse Staub wore affable homosexual male face and then pulled the oldest trick in the book on me about his mother, and Frank was probably right about Katrina's tripping. I did not pay attention, due to my urgency to find assistance on my terms. The Presbyterians are a huge juggernaut, and my defiance is all very nice, but they have already declined my rental payment for September, (I actually can't remember what happened this month, once or twice I overpaid the subsidy for wear and tear) 28 years of trying to send me back to a home, because if you don't think I should have been an abortion, a nursing home orderly's salary is another matter.