Usually, I meet with my therapist on a video call every Tuesday, typically in the afternoon. He’ll call me on the phone first to confirm I’m free to talk, and then he’ll send me a link to a chat session. This has been happening consistently for months.

This week, I didn’t get a call on Tuesday. In light of the emotional anguish I’ve suffered at the hands of the Deep State this past year, my mind immediately wanted to veer into paranoid thoughts. However, I’ve found peace in God, and I told myself, “just be patient.” Wednesday came and went with no call, so this morning I reached out to the receptionist, who arranged for him to call me back. When we spoke today, he advised me that he DID try to call on Tuesday, but he couldn’t get through. I let him know that he is essentially the only person besides my social workers who I interact with, and I was standing by all day. I wasn’t in the subway or somewhere with poor signal, as far as I know. They don’t have subways in Nassau County. My call log shows no missed calls that day.

Unfortunately, this is going to be a recurring problem. Similar to when all my websites briefly went dark this week, I will always harbor intrusive thoughts about harassment, oppression, and persecution from my estranged wife, her Gen X roommate, and/or the Gorton’s Fisherman. My mom, too. Because THEY have asserted their manipulative interference in my life via ThE VoIcEs, ThE TeXts, and one cameo vid, in the case of the Gorton’s Fisherman.

Any time the lights flicker, I’m going to attribute it to more of y’all’s antics. I guess you want it that way? It’s not like I’m afraid anymore, but I AM going to remain obnoxiously vocal until I get closure. I’m not sure what statute of limitations applies to the torture I’ve suffered, but I do know this: there is NO statute of limitations for the most heinous crime YOU threatened to (falsely) charge me with – possession of kiddie porn. So, I’ll continue covering my ass with The Truth, probably forever. Maybe we can start by establishing some common ground, in that we all would prefer it if the last 2 years had happened differently/not at all. Now, how do we go about repairing the damage?

I’m sorry if I grew up watching X-Files, plus reruns of “The Game” and “Enemy of the State” (“8MM,” too, since you’ve called me a pedo) on cable, but y’all brought this on y’allselves. The Truth is Out There, and I’m Fox Mulder. (Nickname: Spooky)