Shit is goin’ on. And nod just to Mike Yeadon, bless his hearf.
Summa you know dat my bruvvers have been targeting me for a loooong tine, and in the past tooth years, extra blue meanies. I keep tryin to figger out just WTF, as dey have dragged me thru courts and lied, lied, lied… So unreal, soooo unreal. But it IS real. Now der’s UDDER liars combing outta da woodwarts.
It’s been nearly two mumps since I’ve seen or woofed with my quite elder mommendad dogs… I tried to save ‘em, and I get punnnisht. As it turds out, I dint do anyfing wrong! So saith the Deputy (I dint shoot no sheriff, neivver).
I yam toying wiff the idea, and bless my good buddy Connecting the Dots, of OUTING my bruvvers on mai page… There is NO QUESTION dat dey have done furry bad fings to me— terrible lies, on and on and on. Dey have told udder peeble about me, also lies lies lies… I yam furry isolation. I donut get hired, I donut get work— Mai olden friendlies, not no mo. I yam behindie rent. I yam waning for Soc Sec to caw me so I retire errly, and SOMEFING coming in regularish. I wanna a doggie of mine own— will I? I donut know.
I wood put a photo of funner daze wiff bruvvers, but I threw ‘em all out a long tine ago, cuz I was hurtin. I fink der’s some onna disc somewhere, butt it hurts to look at ‘em, speshally in better, happier daze… We are da lapsed of mai descendibles… No mo fam aftern us. End of the line, end of the lies. I’m glad I nebber had pups… I jus wanna say BYE to mai folkdogs and be leff aloon.
I fink mebbee dis nest obstruckle (when dis END??) is scariest. I’m shown you dis so you can see what “targetly” is all aboot. Dis is anovver lie, when I tride to rescue mai mom fromma ratty fashility for elderlings— at $10K/monf!! Dis immigrunt wooman dat sez dis is prolly waaaay jabular, and my bruvvers are too, speshally one uvvum. I fink mebbee deez peeble are crazy cuz of da loominum, merklery, giraffine, cat shit, and uvver kindza poyzuns inna jabs. Butt, now we talkin’ bout CRINIMAL shit.
So, derr it is. I may be scooped by the dog catcher. I may be Fined Bacon or sent to the Pound, or bofe. Is derr a LINK between dis HELL and MAI SUBSTANK? Is everbuddy so jabby dey all INSANE now? I donut know. Butt I fink Yesh on bofe.
I’d luv to be kepp bizzy makee DOG ART… Support me dat way, an I haff to use PayPal— An speakin (woof!) of PP— if you fink somehow PP is DIFFRENT dan all deez uvver money tools, such as da “STRIKE” dey use here on Stackings, an I tried, I set up mai Stripe yesstiddy, and I just cant get it, no Snot Phone. Shiiiiit. If you find stripes okay and nod PPal, FINK AGIN.
Oh, I yam ALWAYS a cynickle dog. And woofable, no madder wut. I gotta big MOUSE, dat’s fer sher.
Dey all suspeck. Dey all digitalis. So help me out, I’ll send you ARF ART in retro.
ODOR A TEE SHIRFT! DOOO IT! ROOOOOF! Dey look like the Wee Painties.
I want to say, Dr. MIKE YEADON... juss in case of questionings, I FINK You're SWELL!!!
I said your name for an example of how badness happens to good peeps. Wiff Luv, JDog.
I can only wish for you that you get free from all these useless battles. Give up, Surrender. Say a fond farewell to your parents and nothing at all to your brothers and move away from that town for good. Continuing this battle is no good for anybody. You need to make YOU your priority. anyone who cares about you will feel better when you are feeling better. Get some legal advice before you go in to be arraigned. Do whatever you have to do to get UNATTACHED and QUIT of entanglements. Fighting has done no good. Stop fighting.