Saturday, December 10, 2022

Freedom is freedom. Orwell is Orwell. Let's Go Crazy.

 "Prince Rogers Nelson--Free (1999)". Shawn Trimble. April 22, 2016.




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I won't be so lonely but that my holidays have been disrupted by a hate organization sponsored by the US Government is deplorable.


"Prince--Another Lonely Christmas, Live December 26, 1984 in St. Paul, MN, USA". 


 



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Performed at First Avenue--as the title says--downtown, Minneapolis. I lived in Dinkytown at Comstock Hall (dormitory for females) and was ALWAYS so drugged by people literally waiting for me in the cafeteria line to use the reserved drugged pieces of food to shove onto my dorm plate so I remained unable to get up after twilight--a condition I remain in to this day from the drugging and poisoning. I heard people say that I should head on over to First Avenue and get an interview to be in this movie they were making. I literally could not. It was below freezing (well below), I would have had to walk to the bus, wait and then transfer and then walk to the club--alone-drugged up and not realizing what Prince was. I was always too drugged to get out of bed and only got out a few times when I summoned up the strength---(also I think the terror group didn't poison me as much so I could access my "real" energy only to go out so more predators could attack, or drug and then date rape me--so I missed out on Prince and I missed out on club culture until I finally could not pass up the fame of Prince in Minneapolis as it was inescapable after a few years of rising international fame and the club blossoming into international bands appearing and every night a completely different theme--until First Avenue became my weekend Mecca up to the time I left and NEVER experienced a club or place like First Avenue ever again--as nothing compares to what it used to be. The other clubs were sanctuaries of bigots and fascists disguised as white (and minority) liberals who were just adjuncts to the fascist Nazi terror organization--and they appear just the same in teleportation (as preposterously fake and viciously fascist and pro Nazi/mafia). As for the actual filming of Purple Rain--It was I think in 1982, the year I had arrived in Minnesota out of Wisconsin and knew almost no one. I had no car, and at that point I did not like discos so assumed that this club I had heard tell of was just another kind of pre-thumpy techno sex-predator experience. After leaving Minneapolis I soon discovered that many clubs still fit into my initial assessment of club culture and had to learn "the hard way" that what this Prince-ruled land of First Avenue was a truly original and revolutionary concept of freedom (not "sexual" I refer to, althought that played a bit of significance but not in terms of the sex object variety--but freedom for image, freedom for musical genres as every day there was a different theme--a different vibe, different clientele, all free in this club--totally multiracial and diverse--considering which day of the week you wanted to experience a montage of cultural interchange--:

"Prince: Let's go crazy--Live First Avenue (1983)". Stuart Studios. June 8, 2020.


 

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Heavily drugged in deep sleep mode, then raped by a big "strong" man with muscles, bound in macho rape culture bravado and all the exploit mentality, the poisons that I am continuously fighting to get out of my body, which his "friends" had injected pumped and poured into my food, my bladder, injected etc and he has made me feel absolutely exhausted and sick because once more, this group is having a man determined to get his free deals and awards and prizes by abusing and torturing mutilating and raping me,--and again, as this whorewood group knows because I have written of it for over 16 years--the rape while I am in deep sleep mode, or in any mode asleep or awake (now only while in deep sleep mode) pounds poison deeply into my body---yes, they all know, and they keep bringing some "gonna get the deal" the go-getter to rape me pounding poison into my body while I can't brace for it, threatening me and so ill from detox already the early part of the day before sleep, I could not fight back with screaming rage rushing and physically fighting to get them off me in any way I can, but usually they pin me down in deep sleep use brain-afflicting technology to force extreme sexual fake desire and then pound the poison in, hitting me all the while and I have no idea where I am, what is going on my entire body is suffused with drugs and poisons and mind control blasting into my brain to alter brainwaves into any state--hate, anger or fake lust which I try to stave off but he is hitting me punching me and abusing me endlesly--every day my life force energy is drained almost completely by this group, and Hardy in particular as he is determined and this group is urging him to get this deal by forcing himself on me with torture hate abuse death threats and rape--as they sit back smug and smirking as usual. I am (or was, I am writing this latler) very very sick all day--could not move, not do anything as usual all I plan every day is stopped by their endless attacks on my computer so i can't check on aqnything I need to do it requires hours while they yell abuse and threats at me---&...courtesy of mechanical arms operated by terrorists on one side of the wall inserting them through the flimsy particle board barrier between my room and next, disguised as being the interiors of wall-to-floor cabinets--huge protruding structures through which the mechanical arms can be inserted--just one portal the room is covered from floor to ceiling with holes and tiles, panels that are opened from the other side (I have heard the "click" of one of the panels being shut while I was in a lighter sleep state, and they had inserted a cockroach in the corner of the upper ceiling where the panel was opened. I then covered that wall with colored paper which they then splattered brown stains on so I had to put all kinds of cheap wall stickers to conceal the brown spots on the formerly beautiful pastel colored panels which should have appeared something like a color mosaic of sorts---) anyway---drugged excessively while in deep sleep, and then viciously raped. I was in a healing sleep state and could not fight any longer, as physical violence is a daily event with me fighting furiously to get more hateful users abusers off me, as they cling on as long as they can (50 years, 60 years, every moment of every day, week after week, day after day on and on non-stop rotation of people who had drugged me into a seminal near-semi-conscious waking state to be "Friended" with hostile enemies. They lurch at me now glaring with demand to be abused and accept the societal conditions they helped to formulate by destroying each and every single thing I have done to secure my life stability in any way possible they have all used the rigged system which is embedded with their agents to destroy all that I do. The "blame the victim" advocates for the perpetrator group are having a field day stating that I am weak and just blanketing up the inimical failure that I have personally allowed to happen, rather than this is a fixed system of non-stop sabotage which is protected from all scrutiny and transparency or reporting on all levels of society, pulling all levers.

  The "blame the victim" mentality which is the indominable support system for this heinous system of sabotage, discrimination and...