In recent weeks, I’ve been getting the blame for something I haven’t done by a group of local Councillors. And to be honest, I don’t care, because their own inner thought processes are messing with their extremely fragile minds.
It’s not the first time I’ve been blamed for something by them, and probably not the last.
You see, from 2013-2017, I was involved in the local political scene, because I wanted to change things. That change did arrive, following a bruising battle and a landslide referendum.
During that period, I used my own name in tackling issues. It did result in some bullying from others, but I’m big enough and ugly enough to take the flak. I can give back too, when required…
Late last year, I moved away from politics, but the thick-headed clowns still seem to think I’m involved, because someone “writes in a similar manner” to me when communicating with them. I assume that the dense Councillors mean, one word after the other.
They’re not very bright in this neck of the woods to tell you the truth, so it’s incredibly easy to give imbeciles the run-around. Especially if copious dialogue is awash with verbification.
- I’m not involved – or, am I?
Sat watching from a distance, it’s quite funny, and farcical too. Doubt in the minds of the paranoid delusional mutton-heads has created a raging hormonal imbalance, dominated by hatred and querulant behaviour. If someone questions their competence, they think it’s me. I don’t need to ask; I know they are useless 🤣
They’ve totally lost the plot and probably have no idea what time of day it is. I think they’re all cuckoo. No doubt, they’ll think I’m insulting them, but I’m not. I’m describing them.
- MIND is a charity in the UK. I’d suggest that the afflicted get in touch with them, to talk through their issues. Mental health is a serious problem. Especially, when making crucial decisions in local government.
If I was going to pester the Council, and question decisions, I’d do it in my own name. I wouldn’t hide behind a pseudonym. However, if someone was thinking of giving them a hard time, I’d suggest using Cyberghost – it’s a fantastic piece of software in helping to cover your tracks 😉😆
But, in the spirit of fairness, I’ll throw the floundering idiots a lifeline: redirect your confused intellect towards a retired man who doesn’t like parking charges, and likes touring in his caravan, bless his cotton socks.
It doesn’t matter how much I plead that I’m innocent, those at the nut-factory won’t believe me. Nor will they give me the apology that I richly deserve. But that’s OK. I’ll sit comfortably in my chair, waiting for Karma to strike the half-baked buffoons with their just desserts.