So, Rayelan's failure to move is another nail in the coffin proving the Abuse of Process was, in fact, a conspiracy to be carried out to help her evade the consequences of the previous ongoing conspiracy for which she is a co-conspirator with such old friends of hers as George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Karl Rove, John Fund and Daddy Bush and also now including her new friends, Craig Franklin, sexual pervert, Morgan and Jay Gell, ugly characters both, and the Gang at Green Hills Software, Inc.
These folks are incredibly sloppy.
I do not include the Manchesters in this because even though they were certainly involved they were clearly not in on the planning stages. One does wonder, however, what they were promised for their cooperation.
The whole thing is beginning to resemble a series of Wiley Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons, don't you think?
It would be hard for me to take this seriously except that I know perfectly well they are all cold-blooded people without one shred of conscience between them. So I do have to take this seriously and also make sure every essential piece of data is documented, clouded, and sent to those who hold evidence for me.
Thanks to the now eight of you, by the way!
Tonight Rayelan was having a confab of her fabulous Minions, all of whom seem to share cultural roots in the low end of the Deep South.
The voices are raucous and uncultured as they occasionally penetrate my consciousness, sitting, as I usually am, at my computer.
But they remain a counter point to my main focus, which is the ongoing fight for localization, Deep Green Technologies arrayed to take us off the grids and to a future which includes clean air, clean water, and land which sustains all life and not just the fume exuding horrors dreamed up by the Corporate Nations.
I started using Corporate Nation as a nice bridge to Greedville. Greedville is the top 1% of the Corporate Nations, providing a sense of just how select they are. Eject the Select is my motto. You decide for yourself how far into space is far enough.
So, yes, Rayelan is busy, busy, busy fondling her Objects of Imaginary Value downstairs. I can hear her murmuring to them and sighing over their wonderfulness as she screams at the dogs and then holds up one of these 'treasurers' for Jim to also admire and trill over.
The day after the landlord delivered the Notice to Quit Premises she was curiously quiet. No moving went on. This delightful condition prevailed for about 48 hours. Then, moved by the need to have Minions present, some socialization restarted.
But the Jeep is now here at night and the coming and going of many, many Minions seems to be on hiatus.
This raises some interesting questions.
What does Rayelan imagine she is accomplishing running around wasting the donations given to her, some of them by RMN Readers and some by her Happy Clutch of Co-Conspirators?
Doesn't she ever consider the possibility someone will finally ask, “Hey! Did you finish moving?” or utter a plaintive, “Your moving AGAIN?”
What does she think the impact is going to be when free copies of the ebook are available via Amazon? Does she think I have exhausted my zeal for funny graphics portraying her inner fantasies?
It is possible Rayelan thinks we have reached some kind of status quo. This is an illusion on her part, but she lives illusions so, there you are.
How many Readers out there are interested in hearing these exciting interchanges for yourselves? What about witnessing them with our own eyes? Let me know. Ways can be found.
Coming to you from the Upstairs, where Stopping the Keystone is more interesting and compelling than even another piece of Fosterite, yet another purse from an exciting designer, or a perfect piece of Depression Glass.