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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The giggly, fun "game" of torturing me to death slowly, every day, the giggly Kamala Harris is now replaced by smirking laughing Newsome, although the California contingent is a be happy don't worry group (unless they might lose their races) the east coast P-lousy is grim violent her slurring saccharine voice for the public is a menacing growling death threat at me for say ing no to dirty arnold and shitalina, her clown heroes of endless dark money graft endlessly poured into her overseas coffers (perhaps in Italy, where she claims she really is from) but California is a nice cousin-style home-away-from Italy home and murder mafia are her real home courtesy of her east coast heritage (perhaps a generation or two behind her actual domicile but she has lots more in europigapeland and more and more from her collusion with shitalina the half-stupid pure sleazy filth they all adore--showing their lack of all humanity their absolute lack of higher intelligence to run a little convenience store allowing criminals to open the cash register while they are in the backroom counting the hand-out from the crime; that is their level, truly in congress in the senate--etc. The "fun" game has been every single day "played" by ugly shitalina her Englih dirty filthy violent genocidal nazi crew, absolutely integrated into nazi culture out of europigapeland with lots of blathering lies to conceal their true agenda. The "fun" game which ugly shitalina and pig ape pitt laugh about is me being so abused that I rush violently at the piece of shit insulting me calling me a bitch raping after punching me in the face--the stupid ugly whores have won oscars from ideas they stole from myh writing and out of torture, they have been paid in multi-millions and then billions i.e. for barbie concept the shit pigs who stole the idea, the blonde nazi whore stupid dirty creeps had me raped so they could obtain "permission" to play anti-rape and sexist roles against their rape complicity controllers--claiming all the while (using MY ideas) their "superiority" and "intelligence" and "creativity" and although I never watched that stupid movie I do know something about people getting their ideas stolen and that if this were not allowed to go on and on indefinitely--as I shut out all creative ideas now I can't even think creatively any longer they are both abusing and raping me for expressing anything related to demonstrating superiority to them--and then they steal the ideas they torture me day after day to obtain more ideas--so the "fun" that newsome is giggly about along with harris (who laughed giggled etc--) was to abuse me to the point of outrage. I am trying to breathe deeply but my spine is embedded with microchip implants which are "tweakekd" when ever some creep down the hallway slams it's door so violently the cement hallway shakes, the corridor reverberates and I feel literally an electric jump in my spine in the same places (one of the microchips that was embedded into the muck hardened along my spine came out years ago, but there is at least one left and even one can cause great nervous system sensations) and thusly--they inhibit my breathing--I am ALWAYS ALONE with dying plants on my patio, my cat my one family member stolen dying waiting for me to return and love her again, if she is still alive, baryishnikov who is there every day to "help" me by forcing his "advice" of saying a few sentences while I am in 100 % concentration mode---but my cat he tortures after I defend myself against nazi statements by german shit and filth he protects but still clings onto his partners and friends and children obtaining more promotions for his involvewment in having me beaten abused raped and tortured drugged and insulted to the point that I am in fight mode every day--my breathing is being remotely controlled I am drugged while sleeping with horrific drugs everybody avoids me so I have zero support or contact and everybody conforms to this demand for me to be ousted shunned ostracized abused raped and poisoned abused stolen from--they are trying to make me homeless now. the internet has been turned off again for the 25th time in a few hours of fighting to use the internet for a few minutes at a time. The "fun" of ugly shitalina feeding off my rage watching me grow old screaming at one pig after the next she brings on to abuse me to the point of my nervous system crashing into rage defense and survival mode--imy hair turning grey from the last two sick fucks she had beating and raping me in front of her, they all obtain endless deals out of it and smiles and hugs from all the feminists the black shit nazis (sickening by now to hear their laments about being victims of racism and fighting against racism it is sickening to a highest degree of putridity )

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