Loooordt.
Taking a break from writing another goddamned report to discover my hyper-fixated stalker is lying about me again. She knows full well that I am requested to be at protests by people anticipating police malfeasance.
Stating that I am responsible for the actions of HUNDREDS of Toronto organizers is not only disingenuous and misinformation, it is stochastic terrorism.
And yes, I do believe the word "stalking" is in order. 5 years of it.
As the pair of you function as a unit: since you post his footage on your account β for money β under your own name; since approaches to my contacts were done under your business name; you are going to wear it all when it goes on the public record.
I feel like It has escaped you that what I do as a legal observer is: document things. I'm very good at documenting things. Maybe a little too good since there's so much to sort through. Highlights include:
Following friends around in case they might be meeting up with me.
Intentionally going places you might find me, even though it's not actually a protest.
Throwing your actual profession in the toilet so that you can stalk people full time. Well that might be the giveaway, though.
For anyone else who may be reading this, and those numbers will be few because I've chosen to post it on a platform that is not search engine indexed, I do the work because Iβve seen what police do to Black, Indigenous, and racialized people at actions. Because liberation struggles are connected. Because someone needs to watch the watchers.
Not because Iβm some shadowy puppet master trying to get at some random grandiose, self-absorbed woman I didn't meet until YEARS after I started legal observing.
Unlike her fixated self, I have a full, interesting, and varied life with many things I do for the sheer joy of it, and a few things I do because I need money.
I don't know (because I refuse to experience it), but I imagine I would be livid if someone intruded on my thoughts multiple times a day when I should be doing something else.
It's annoying enough when somebody sends me a screenshot and brings her to mind. I can't imagine it happening unbidden.
And hell! She actually presents a PHYSICAL threat to my person. Her spouse has assaulted me.
Her lies and obsession are aimed at getting me hurt.
I just say mean things now every now and again, and her brain is broken over it. Absolutely dysfunctionally broken. It obviously couldn't have started in a good place.
And what would I even do to "ruun" her life at this point? It's already pretty much hell, from my viewpoint.
Imagine spending all your time with that crew. π¬ I'd have to self-medicate and keep myself numb, too, if I was expecting to maintain that level of interaction.
It ain't my fault that she is anhedonic and can't experience joy.
Anyway, feel free to enjoy the mean things I said about her hubby and crew on reddit, where it is actually search engine indexable.
The Wienie Wolfpack!
https://www.reddit.com/r/carymasucks/s/F94PNmIB6x
Okay, that was a lot of procrastinating. This report ain't going to write itself.
#CarymaSad #CarymaNgo #AdamLeeWasserman #CreepySpouseInDaHouse #CreepySpouseInDaBigHouse #NarcissistLogic #WeirdFetish
