Sunday

I am not sure about whether there is a picture here or not. I’m standing here naked on my own property next to an open well at about 7:00 in the morning. My actual deal is to clean up a little bit because I have a guest coming today. My ex partner is coming to help with some agriculture. The mess is of course my Shabbos. It’s a party. We eat and sleep. We take care of ourselves.

But at the moment I have an incredibly worried chicken tackling at her husband. She wants something done about me. She thinks I am a bad person.

Wow. Wow. An actual reaction. They have agreed that they hear my voice. Я могу даже по-русски.

So we have a problem. We have people living in this village who believe they have the right to dictate policy on their neighbors without vote and simply because they demand to have the power to do so. I say this is fascism. I believe this is the dictionary definition of fascism. People who purposely give abuse but do not allow return argument because there was no work being done. There was no common cause. There was just them and me and the no need for an agreement between us. What they wanted was to say that despite my going through the process of purchasing this land legally in the Republic of Belarus and despite that it cost me physically I was harmed by the process because I was forced to walk on a bad leg to do the process of buying this house. Despite my rights of ownership and privacy we have people who say they can dictate policy on my life. They say that they have the right to tell me what to do.

I’ve just been yelled at in russian. This is physical proof and evidence that the next door neighbor has spoken to me. He has not said what do you want Mr Goodman. He did not ask what is the problem Mr Goodman he just screamed at me spoke some words in German I believe such as heil Hitler he used the word every he could have used the word no I think he said American he does not need to talk to me because I am American.

So can we talk or are you people just determined to be murderers forever. You murder me you murder him you murder them you murder each other and your children and your grandchildren you poison all of us with your cars and your words everyday you kill us everyday not just me but him and them and them and everybody who must breathe your car on your road you poisonous pigs.

You missed that one. The woman came out of the house and started cackling at me and calling me a narcoman. This is her excuse for everything. She can be the biggest pig in the world but it’s okay if I’m jewish? American? A man? A man who is not under her heel. Я примерно мужик который не подкаблудник?

There’s more to this. But let’s get this online and then we’ll worry about the updates



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