The Management
Trying to figure out the chain of command of this totalitarian idiocracy. Poor Moira has trouble hiding her hatred of me.
Meeting with Moira this morning. I asked her why she left it until nearly mid-day on Friday to contact me, just when the banks closed, so that I had to wait three extra days to receive this $120 per month they send me through the account of my daughter's mother, for some reason. Nobody has ever told me how much my mother sends, and how the amount I receive is calculated. I sign tow British Embassy La. Paz receipts but Moira keeps both of them.
See https://youtu.be/1dDRvqCVwMU
Also this exchange with my daughter three days ago: https://jailhouserap.blogspot.com/2020/08/email-conversation-with-my-daughter.html
Also Devin Nunes on Estado Plurinacional de Gran California: https://jailhouserap.blogspot.com/2020/08/devin-nunes-on-el-estado-plurinacional.html
Moira tells me she is a cultural anthropologist, but never seems to want to talk about anthropology with me? Is there some new post-Bateson-Mead rule about anthropologists not conversing with laboratory specimens in case their experimental subjects poison the scientists' pristine minds? See Lana Del Rey - Money Power Glory.
See Devin Nunes on El Estado Plurinacional de Gran California.
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