I don’t know about you folks but I’m not ready to “re-integrate” into society of clueless slaves who are working VERY hard for the illusion of luxury goods and services that will become obsolete and temporary until senility/dementia comes.
In the next two weeks, I’ll run out of my “bi-weekly” help and that means I have to get back to work. Yuch! I’m so used to playing the supportive role of “caretaker” and driver (at home) that a high-paying desk job would be too boring. That would explain my preference for temporary employment. I don’t like working in a team environment with the same set of high brow intellects — forever.
Anyway, I am still hoping for Plan A to pull through because it is my HARD work, which is NOT free, not unless TPTB and moronic pals want to be sent to eternal damnation and a fiery hell of everlasting torment by their lord Satan, who does a fine job with his minions of “skulls full of mush”.
So far the fat bastard hasn’t called me and he has stuck to the same script with everyone else involved over a couple of decades. And the alphabet soup can’t and won’t touch his tanned hide because, you guessed it, they are morons, too. Whatever is going on better NOT be on the backs of slaves.
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