Today there is hope. I have a couple people putting out feelers for me for an attorney. LawyerBoy — I asked him to call in some favors — so he is trying to find some help. I’ve had complete strangers reach out. It’s been kind of awesome.
Make enough noise and one day, maybe you will be heard. It’s always darkest before the dawn.
I did some outreach. I wrote Bernie Sanders an email and started with, “I feel like I’m writing to Santa. This is what desperation looks like.” Of course, you know, Bernie invited {D} to Peter Welch’s wedding, so that might be the wrong tree I’m barking up. Politics is still politics and it’s who you know and who you blow.
Spent the evening with Rock and Roll Lawyer. That is going nicely, actually. He did this hypnosis thing. It was very relaxing and kind of what I needed at the moment. He’s a real chill guy. I need chill right now, but bankruptcy is the wrong kind of law for me at the moment. I will forgive him for it.
But all in all, a good day. There is stuff on the horizon and I might not have to fight alone anymore. Now I just need fucking LawyerBoy to finish editing the book.
Oh, and we got our new arbitrator today. I stirred up some more shit in Vermont and emailed the Chief of NSP, so we will see what the fuck happens there.
I feel like something is moving. And perhaps in the right direction.
Oh, and I got cockblocked by the NVDems. Fuckers. Kamala Harris was here today supporting Aaron Ford and I signed right the fuck up for that bad boy. They held the location back. They never sent it to me. So that had to be fucking on purpose, and I’m laughing my fucking ass off that Aaron fucking Ford is such a fucking bitch. Scared of a girl with a loud rape video? Pussy. Face up to your shit, bitch. You did this, not me, motherfucker. Not me.
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