Plan A is pointless. It’s my money no matter what philosophical, religious or ideological spin the pussheads place on my HARD WORK! Each and every day I send thoughts of hatred and death to them. But at the same time, I ask forgiveness by idiosyncrasy of being allergic to their lies and deceits.
Plan B would still include my daily anger while slaving away for resources that was given away to perfect strangers, nay, extraterrestrials of unknown origin. No wonder these `spiritual entities` keep emphasizing `love thyself and love thy neighbor`. They are ever present and always close by me no matter how down in the dumps I feel.
Plan C would be public. At least, I’ll be able to share what littled I’ve earned with my loved ones while they are still alive. Whatever material happens to manifest cannot replace ten lost years of heartlessness by people who use other people’s CONFIDENCE and TRUST!
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