10.25.2021

Zillow Ibuyer Program. Well deserved Crash!

Flipin' houses is expensive when buying at 104% above market and then trying to sell it $150k above that. Did Zillow, Redfin, and others really expect people to come up with over 20% to pay for your hike and market manipulation?

I called it, and I own, it... Come February, prices will come back down and I am holding bank waiting to scoop up your mistakes!

Until then, happy to see ibuyer home apps get sucked out of profits.

You fucked the little guy out of homes, so this flip and fucking cluster fuck is something I am going to binge watch and enjoy like Squid Games.

Deleted my Digital Footprint

Without Linkedin, Facebook - I can now google myself and find nothing about me. It is a great feeling to own my destiny and identity in the digital world! Fuck you social media. Guess where all these third turd companies are gathering and buying your information from? And it is about to get worse with the new name announcement from Facebook. Welcome to #Metaverse, where you have no power outside the game!

I did find my old twitter account, attached to this blog, live and well. But it has no defining info nor attached to my cell phone - I am safe.

And this blonde learned, if you want to say something controversial, use coded words algos can't pick up if you want to stay off the 'ban' radar..

Battle of the Blue Cat

The hate you spill out has deadly conequences.

Rebecca Gray was in the market. She’d dreamed of opening a “cat cafe” since hearing about two businesses—one in Montreal, one in Oakland—where patrons could sip cappuccinos and nosh on snacks in the company of resident felines. Gray, then 31, quit her job at an Austin start-up and got to work. She had a name—the Blue Cat Café, after her cat Max, a Russian blue—and $62,533 from a Kickstarter crowdfunding campaign. Now she needed a space. With her business partner, Jacques Casimir, she looked all over Austin before settling on a former mechanic’s garage sitting toward the back of a seven-thousand-square-foot lot on East Cesar Chavez. Within 48 hours of visiting the property in July 2015, they had handed over the deposit and signed a five-year lease. The front of the lot, where Jumpolin once stood, would become cafe parking.

The cafe celebrated its grand opening on October 17, 2015. The first patrons to arrive, many of them Kickstarter donors, were greeted by a line of protesters carrying signs (“Hey hipster, don’t be a pussy!”) and chanting slogans (“Pet your cat, sip your tea, on the ruins of Jumpolin”). The community, it seemed, was making good on its promise to boycott, and they wanted everyone to know it. When, two months later, the Lejarazus reached an undisclosed settlement with F&F over the demolition of Jumpolin and began scouting new locations for their store, Gray breathed a sigh of relief. The protesters, she thought, would now leave her alone.

But neighborhood activists remained determined to carry on the boycott. Several of them, including veteran East Austin organizer Bertha Delgado, formed a group, Defend Our Hoodz—Defiende El Barrio. In February 2016, Defend Our Hoodz launched a Facebook page that would be moderated by Chris Ledesma, a young Chicano activist. The group used social media to organize increasingly vitriolic protests outside the cat cafe. More than once, employees called the police to keep demonstrators off the property. Video from July 2016 shows a gathering of sign-carrying protesters lining the sidewalk outside the cafe. “To all you white people, you look really f—ing comfortable right now because you’ve got a small army of pigs to protect you,” a man yells into a bullhorn. “How does it feel to need an army of pigs to protect you from the f—ing neighborhood? Get out!”

On the morning of October 21, 2016, a few days after the cafe’s one-year anniversary, Gray arrived at work to find the locks superglued shut and “F— You Gentrified Scum” spray-painted in red on one of the exterior walls. Later that day, about a dozen protesters from Defend Our Hoodz arrived, many wearing red bandannas to hide their faces. Diane Ontiveros, who lives next door to the Blue Cat Café, witnessed a confrontation between Gray and the demonstrators. “They were trying to walk her off her property so they could get a hold of her, but I ran over and pulled her by her hand back this way,” she says. “One gentleman told me that I would pay for that.” The 57-year-old Ontiveros says she found a dead cat in her front yard the following day. (A spokesperson for Defend Our Hoodz denies responsibility for the graffiti, the vandalism, and the dead cat, attributing the acts to “people in the neighborhood.”)

Jumpolin is gone and really was it worth saving? it was in the parking lot of the building bought - could have moved anywhere.....but now, so is Blue Cat Cafe, and gentrification will continue, with one less sweet spot trying to save something!

Moral of this story, hate and bullying does nothing to save anything!

It divides us and keeps us occupied with hate while the wealthy scoops all it up!

Watched Every Dave Chappelle Show on Netflix, Twice!

The LGBTQ community needs to slow their roll. This had absolutely nothing to do with the couple being gay, trans, or whatever the fuck, ther than just being star struck and rude.

But, see for yourself, and ask yourself, Where is the first part of the video?"


10.22.2021

Tracy Chapman

 I remember you. 

I was in upstate NY and I was with a jack ass jerk, kicked in a glass window at a club, and then got in my car and slammed on the gas and drove into a brick wall.

So many times trying to kill myself and still here.

WHY?

Seriously, fucking why?

I will tell you why!

100,000,000 $SHIB - the Shiba Inu coin everyone said was trash, just did me a solid. 




Block me once and fuck you!

Seriously, fuck you social media titans...I don't need you, and blockchain is going to make you look like Netscape!

I knew the Pilot that spread AIDS

 Yes, I did. I was there when the FBI came and took his diaries.

Actually they busted down the door and went straight to the safe.

I was not even a thought in their head when they busted in.

They had intricate drawings of every cock he ever loved.

Over 111 volumes.

But I was too busy being molested by his friend early that morning, I really did not have much to say.

I do remember the house.

The chandeliers.

The bathroom covered in naked men art.

.... and me on my stomach, and his friend settling his body down on me where I had no option but to accept it.

It was a long time ago,  but it marks me, and it is a tattoo that will never fade.

I remember the boy; his Father died, left his Mom and him with money. She had a farm house, he had a condo in the city, and that amazing white sports car.

Ii do not know why I can't remember it, because cars are my jam.


Low to the ground, white, 2seat...lambo ferrrari... I remember him being very impressed with it.+ and that claim brought me to the thought he was living off a trust fund and his Mom an o =n the inheritance and that both would be foolish and use it up.


But that car was cool and I was 17 and so I did allow myself to trust him... and that did not go well


my fingers hurt and crunching up...till tomorrow

10.21.2021

LinkedIn

Block me as much as you want on your platform, but on mine...I say what goes and everything goes!

You puritanical, male owned platform!



I am sad that these brittle, idiot x-gen kids think they are fighting for something new and think they can do a better job than those that came before them.


Did you build a quilt? Did you do anything but bitch? What did you do to save anyone?

#genzs #cancelculutre