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How can Americans fight absentee/mail-in ballot fraud?

1. Request for an absentee mail-in ballot

No matter who you are, this article is for you, whether you're voting for Donald John Trump, Joe Biden, Michelle Obama of Barack Obama, Oatmeal Joey Arnold, Kamala Harris or anybody else. This may even apply if you're not even voting at all because you may find out they voted in your name even as you don't even vote at all. They may have stolen your identity by forging your name on ballots to pretend you voted when really you didn't. This affects red and blue states. And remember that blue states are only blue in a few of the largest cities as the countryside is red.

2. Don't open your absentee ballot

Do not open it when it comes in the mail, do not tamper with it. Make sure you keep the envelope unopened. Make sure you don't remove postal stamps if there are any off the exterior of the envelope. You want to preserve it in the same condition you received it in. Hold onto it.

3. Don't open others either

If you received a ballot but didn't request one, don't open that either. Keep everything version that is sent to you. This is your evidence.

4. Vote in person on election day

Vote in person on election day which is Tuesday, the 5th day of November of 2024 (that is this current year right now).

5. Bring your unopened absentee ballot

Bring with you your unopened absentee ballot but vote in person at a voting location.

6. They might say you already voted

When you try to vote in person, then they might say sorry you already voted even if you have not yet voted. Do not panic as they're simply relaying to you what they're being told. You know you haven't voted (assuming if you haven't voted) but they only know what they see on computers or wherever they get their information from. There is a high statistical probability they'll say you already voted since this has happened a lot in 2020 and 2022 in states like California in the United States of America (USA).

7. Don't bitch

Don't whine, complain, yell, panic, go crazy. Stay calm. Don't get mad as this is not a personal attack against you personally. Stay reserved and focused. Don't say words like fraud and stuff.

8. Say, "Can you repeat that to me?"

They'll say it again that you already voted even when you haven't.

9. Request for a provisional ballot

They'll give you a provisional ballot form you can fill out which lets you vote and it means they might investigate it. Well, actually, they'll count the mail-in ballot and not count the provisional ballot as it might be hard to know whether or not you already voted by mail or not. So they'll just count the absentee mail-in ballot even if it was not sent from you. Like even if you didn't vote by mail, they'll count the ballot they received which came by mail in your name.

10. Ask for the supervisor

As they hand you the provisional ballot, calmly ask for the supervisor to confirm that the computer system shows you already voted.

11. Ask the supervisor to double check

Let the supervisor know you did not already vote by mail. Ask the supervisor to double check everything.

12. The supervisor will

The supervisor will check and confirm that you already voted even tho you actually didn't. The supervisor will tell you the same thing the other staff already said, that you already voted even as you didn't because they're only as good as the data they're given. And the data may say you already voted even as you didn't.

13. Step aside

Hold onto the provisional ballot and step aside.

14. Call your sheriff

Call your sheriff or a non-emergency line to your local sheriff department.

15. Do NOT call 911

Remember to NOT call 911.

16. Don't call cops

Do not call regular cops or police, you want to contact your sheriff.

17. Say it's NOT an emergency

When you call for the sheriff, say it's NOT an emergency.

18. Report identity theft

Tell your sheriff you need to report identity theft, tell the sheriff you are a victim of identity theft but it's unique.

19. At a retail place

Tell your sheriff you are standing at a retail place.

20. Not a ballot place

Do not tell your sheriff you're at a voting place. It may technically be a retail place even if it's called a voting location. Do not tell your sheriff you're at a polling place.

21. You witnessed identity theft

Tell your sheriff you watched the identity theft happen right in front of and before your very eyes in person in real life (IRL) and that you are still at that retail location where the identity theft occurred.

22. Ask for a dispatch

Say you need a deputy dispatched or sent to where you are to deal with the identity theft.

23. Don't say anything political or crazy

Remember to tell them your location is retail and not a polling place. You want to make sure the sheriff department know over the phone that you actually watched somebody steal your identity. It was an act of identity theft. Someone has stolen your identity. Don't talk about election meddling, voter fraud, stop the steal, election theft, voting machines, China, Dominion, Mike Lindell's My Pillow, Donald Trump, Infowars's Alex Jones, Roseanne Barr, Tim Pool's Timcast, or other people and things. Just say identity theft because it was identity theft. It's that simple. It's not a conspiracy theory.

24. Wait

Wait for the sheriff to show up.

25. Tell the sheriff your story

The sheriff will find you, tell the sheriff your story that they said you already voted even when you didn't.

26. The sheriff will ask the staff

The sheriff will ask the staff and supervisor if you voted already or not.

27. The staff will confirm

The staff and supervisor will tell the sheriff what they already told you before that you already voted even as you didn't.

28. Pull out your absentee ballot

After that, pull out your absentee mail-in ballot and show it to your sheriff as evidence you didn't already vote yet.

29. Tell the sheriff what you are holding

Tell the sheriff you are holding your mail-in ballot.

30. That it's unopened

Tell the sheriff your ballot was not even opened, still in the original envelope it came in, it was unopened, it was not tampered with at all.

31. That you're a VICTIM of identity theft

Tell your sheriff you were a victim of identity theft as somebody voted in your name.

32. Demand a report

Tell your sheriff you demand a report right now on the spot, at the scene of the crime for the books, for the record.

33. Don't surrender it

Do not surrender your absentee ballot, you do not have to give anybody your ballot as it's your property. Keep it. Hold onto your ballot. You're NOT required by law to surrender your absentee ballot.

34. Keep it

Say you're keeping your unopened absentee ballot as evidence your identity was stolen.

35. This empowers an investigation

This empowers your sheriff to open up an investigation.

36. And the power to seize ballot boxes

This empowers your sheriff to seize ballot boxes.

37. And proper investigation

This empowers the right type of investigation.

38. Vote in person via a provisional ballot

Submit your provisional ballot as you're voting in person and keep your unopened absentee ballot as evidence.

39. Make sure your sheriff is investigating

Make sure your sheriff investigates the identity theft.

Conclusion

Summary of what you can do as follows:

1. Request for an absentee ballot but don't open it
2. Vote in person on election day
3. If they say you already voted, contact your sheriff
4. Have your sheriff come to document identity theft
5. Don't say election fraud at a polling location, say it's a retail place
6. Show your sheriff your absentee ballot but don't surrender it
7. Vote in person via a provisional ballot

12:52 AM
Hobby Horsing Not Hubby Horsing

I didn't believe in myself to a degree in my ability to find enough work in teaching English as I was moving to Vietnam in November of 2012, I didn't really want to risk it all meaning I wanted to play it safe in my attempts at finding out what might work, was trying to throw it all at the wall to see what might stick, I was trying to spin too many plates trying not to keep all my eggs in one basket so to speak. At the time, I wasn't always thinking about my state of being at least partly delusional on top of God knows what.

I mean like don't get me wrong, like my heart was in the right place, I was trying to make a difference in the world, I was trying to go places in life, I was trying to make things happen, I was trying to make things work, but I was at least partly too rough around the edges. Not saying I'm much better now. But I try to be more honest about it as I get older. I try to humble myself more. I meant well. I had good intentions. But I appeared like a fool. I mean, I looked like a fool. Well to be frank, not the file cabinet, I still look like a fool. But I was at least trying which is better than what most people do. But I was still breaking things so to speak. I was still rushing things. I didn't care what people thought. I was lost in the ends justifies the means mentality which is dangerous to dive into. I was a bull thinking everything was red you might say as I ran around like a chicken with no head trying to do too much. I also had like an all or nothing mentality too. I am trying to walk away from that as I get older. So, I probably still have elements of that as well. So, long story short, I had so many problems. Too many to list.

Part of the problem was tunnel vision in trying to speed race to the finish-line of wanting everything to be perfect since I'm totally a perfectionist in a lot of ways despite dumping unfinished content onto the Internet that is generally anything but perfect most of the time say for example which includes even this article to a degree. I wanted to maintain my savings. I didn't want to go into debt. I wanted to make sure I always had at least a thousand bucks saved up at all times while in Vietnam in case I would ever say end up returning to America or anywhere really which ironically turned out to be a good idea because I ended up returning to America in November of 2017 after five years in Vietnam.

Another serious issue was my impatience which tied into this odd lack of faith in myself meaning I wanted to perhaps have my cake and eat it too meaning I generally would try to have it all as I was spinning too many plates juggling too many balls meaning I was always taking on too many projects in life spinning around too many balls and not your balls but my balls trying to get everything done off the walls possibly with your balls too overworking myself like a maniac like the Animaniacs while looking too excessively disorganized and insane by those around me as I failed to explain what was happening most of the time. I was also getting stressed out at times too it seems which is tough to admit but it's there sometimes and you have to be aware of it before it eats you all the way up. It eats you alive. I was too confident or arrogant too which sounds like a contradiction as I was too confident and not confident enough at the same time. In other words, there were times I believed in myself and times I didn't and sometimes it was both at the same time which is quite the paradox. I was becoming more the Brad Pitt character in the Fight Club, I was on that Dexter Morgan dark passenger path into transitioning from Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader. I was becoming a bipolar extroverted introvert nerd stuck in the autism body of an athlete, my confidence grew into pride and even arrogance over the course of many years. Basically, my entire life, I was walking towards this allegorical cliff of people stealing bikes so to speak whether it was Kathy stealing my bike or me stealing my own bike or whatever, it was indeed me getting myself there in the first place gradually over the course of many years as Rome wasn't built in a day and Oatmeal wasn't built in a microwave baby.

I shouldn't have gone to Vietnam in 2012 in the first place in that I didn't have a real contract signed with schools before going, no guarantees and I wasn't totally prepared to teach despite being capable of getting better at teaching after that through trial and error. Going to Vietnam was both challenging and exciting. In many ways, my adventure in Vietnam forever changed me. So, in other words, I probably shouldn't say I shouldn't have gone to Vietnam. But perhaps I should have waited until I was ready. But I was impatient and I wanted everything right now which is quite the Ironic Mystic thing to say since I made a movie with my guinea pig Ra Ra named I Want It And I Want It Now in 2000 which was a story about Ra Ra who lost his wife Miss Piggy to an alien abduction or freak accident with his son Anakin Skywalker hating religion because of that, Ra Ra was feeling like he wanted things immediately to improve, especially his broken relationship with his teenage son who was being taught evolution in school. Anakin also wanted all his problems to go away instantaneously as well. Ironically, I've been in that boat ship with Roy Merrick. I mean, as I've felt many years behind schedule regarding all the work I try to do and then some as I'm always lost in a bubble of work on top of work on top of even more work like Russian dolls with dolls inside dolls or Inception with Leo being in dreams inside dreams inside dreams.

But back to the Kathy Bike story.

Tracy Honey invited me to stay at her parent's in Saigon. Not only that, I was able to venture to their hometown for Tet in February of 2013 for about a week which was very generous of them. But there's more, on top of that, they got me two jobs that same month. So, in other words, they were being really nice to me, a total stranger, but how did I repay them for their hospitality and generosity? Well, let me tell you. First, after arriving in Saigon for the first time, Tracy picked me up at the airport, she drove me on her motor bike to her parents where she also stayed. In less than like twenty-four hours, we were off to their hometown with their family in vans, I felt like Mack in Home Alone which featured the woman who lived in a shoe with so many children that she tried shoving them into vans until she lost the ugly duckling who saved the day in the end, so stop making fun of nerds minus Bill Gates because killer robotic mosquitos, enough said. So, in other words, I was off to their hometown. I would talk to random Vietnamese in the van and during my time at their hometown, they enjoyed practicing their English with an actual foreigner and not just some shitty old European but an actual American. There was also a boy there who talked to me a lot, he was probably about twelve, and he was pretty good with English. I was there with them at their hometown for like a week. Eventually, they had me return to Saigon via a taxi car they paid for which is another thing they did for me. But within hours of my return to Saigon early on a Sunday, Peter and Kathy were knocking at the door because I told them to come on over. First it was Peter who drove me to his church. After that, within like an hour, Kathy was knocking at the door. In other words, I was already running off with other people within hours of my first real full day in Saigon as the previous week at their hometown for Tet doesn't count in a sense because that was a random hometown and not Saigon, AKA Ho Chi Minh City. Now, my actions weren't necessarily evil as I was trying to take as many opportunities as possible to better not keep all my eggs in one basket, but Tracy said she was thinking about inviting me to something. Tracy said her foreign boyfriend was coming over. The plan was probably to like go out somewhere for a bite to eat. Tracy was trying to tell me about that and yet I already had other plans. In other words, I already invited Kathy to come on over to show me around town. So, you might say Tracy was jealous of Kathy despite Tracy already having a BF. But I don't actually mean jealous in a sexual or romantic way. It's more the idea that Tracy went out of her way to accommodate me so to speak and how did I repay her? I scheduled a bunch of things behind her back, a bunch of appointments so to speak without giving her a heads up. I either felt like she wouldn't mind if I ran off with a few new friends every once in a while or I just wasn't thinking everything through or both. To a large degree, I wasn't being mindful of Tracy and her family. I was rushing around trying to get to the top of the allegorical mountain in a never-ending rat race of even more mountains, I was trying to bet on all the horses in an attempt to win no matter what at any cost. In other words, I was being a jerk. Sure, I sort of felt like I had a right to because I felt like people did me wrong in my life at times. So, I was developing this attitude of being a jerk because I felt like others were being jerks to me during the course of my life. It doesn't even matter if that's true, it doesn't always mean you should turn into a big fat guinea pig and eat up your enemies like Pac-Man. Notice, I didn't say it's never ever right, but life is about picking your battles deciding which hills to die on while eating original oatmeal. The problem is, I was like picking all the battles on all the hills all of the time without fail it seems like a maniac.

I say I stole the bike in that I walked myself into the situation in many ways in that I was trying to make things happen in like a demonic way, I was trying to rush things, I was trying to force things to happen, I was trying to play it safe via trying to take opportunities as they came, I was trying to save money. During that first day, Kathy went over to Tracy's house, Kathy drove me around on her motor bike all over Saigon. I think we ate at a few places. We, stopped at an outside vendor on Bui Vien which is where many foreigners go to for drinking and eating at night. Kathy got me like a bracelet. She took me to her mom's house in District 8. She talked to me in their living room, Kathy told me right there that she had this like thing where she has to have like sex with foreigners, like a habit of doing so. Kathy was born in like 1982 or she was like three years older than me or more is my guess. But like right there, that was like a red flag. In many ways, she was basically on a date with me on that Sunday but I didn't see it that way. She eventually got me back to Tracy's house, but we probably didn't get back there until around like 10:00 PM. Tracy and Kathy talked to each other in Vietnamese, I have no idea what they were saying, it sounded like birds chirping at each other. Now, if I was business minded, I should have asked more questions to Kathy during that first day. Kathy could have taken me out to say one place, we could have talked for say an hour, she could have taken me somewhere nearby as there are places to eat everywhere, there are street vendors down almost every block around almost every corner it seems. We could have walked over, ate dinner at 05:00 PM, I could have been back at Tracy's around 06:00 PM but instead wasn't back until around like 10:00 PM. I could have at least asked Tracy when I was supposed to be back by. Tracy might have said it didn't really matter. That would have been a lie in a sense but you have to try. Tracy Honey or Hny was casual in a good way. But she sometimes had a temper. Well, Kathy had a super temper in comparison. But Tracy was a bit insane a few times. But you might say that doesn't justify me being irresponsible. I was acting like a kid in that I was walking myself into traps. I was letting them deal with it. Like as if Kathy would ask Tracy when they wanted me back by. Like a curfew. Perhaps Kathy wanted it to fail so I could live at her house instead. But I'm jumping ahead in this story. Let's go back to that first Sunday, the 17th of February of 2013.

In my mind, I didn't think it mattered, but Tracy's parents had like a bedtime and they might have thought that Kathy was like a prostitute or somebody up to no good. I can't proof either way, it seems to me Kathy was a horny woman who had a thing for foreigners, she found me on Couch Surfing at least by January of 2013 if not earlier is my guess. But to be honest, I was always messaging everybody about everything all of the time as I usually do since I started using the Internet these past like thirty years since at least like 1995 as I was born in the year 1985 in Oregon in the United States meaning I was just doing my normal gig of messaging thousands of people, I was basically spamming or I'd call it advertising or networking or taking a stab in the dark as a black person might call it or just kidding, I swear my inner Nick Fuentes made me write that as I always wanted to be tall, black and in the NBA as I had black friends too wink wink. To be honest, I sort of liked Kathy, she was cute. But to be fair, I even liked Tracy. I tend to like everybody to various degrees. On Monday, Kathy drove me around for a few hours similar to Sunday. That might have been the day she took me to a house where they made sugar from from the sugar canes, Kathy said she was trying to see if they wanted to hire me, she said she was somehow related to them like cousins or something. We eventually arrived back to Tracy's late at night, probably around 09:00 PM meaning not as late as the previous night. Tuesday, basically the same thing, Kathy drove me around. We got back to Tracy's late. As early as that same night, Tracy said her parents wanted me out. Wednesday, I moved to live with Kathy. Now, Kathy may have wanted this to happen. Looking back at all of this, it felt like everything was happening so fast, I felt like I didn't really have enough time to fully process everything that was happening.

During my time at Tracy's hometown for Tet, some of the people may have not been happy with me, so they had me return to Saigon. Upon my return to Saigon on that Sunday, the 17th day of February of 2013, it appeared as if I didn't fuck things up with Tracy's family as they were getting me two jobs to say the very least. I got one interview at one school Monday morning and with the other school Tuesday morning. Tracy's dad drove me both times. Those two schools being Tan Van in like the Go Vap District and New Star in like the Tan Phu District. So, as Kathy was driving me around in the evening, Tracy's dad drove me to two job interviews Monday and Tuesday morning. After that, I was gone. They kicked me out. But I'm jumping ahead in the story again. Let's go back to that first day again, to that Sunday, the 17th day of February of 2013.

Tracy's family were letting me sleep in their living room rent free. They were giving me free food. Tracy was going to take me out to eat somewhere that Sunday. But it only took me about two days to fuck that up. Actually, it only took like a few hours. First, I ran off to church with Peter and then ran off with Kathy. Now, I'm not saying I didn't have the right to do whatever the Hell I wanted to do as it's my life Bon Jovi, it's now or never, life don't last forever if you aint Robin Williams as the Bicentential Man who became a man unlike Star Trek Data the android who probably wondered if he was a man or a muppet or a muppet of a man or a really manly muppet puppet controlled by puppet masters lacking freewill like as if it was The Wizard of Oz.

I suspect mostly only trolls and AI are reading these rants that I do, I'm sometimes being excessively wordy and a number of things when I put out articles online, I sometimes do it on purpose for a variety of reasons as I've mentioned many times for decades since the goddamn 1900s, I try to spell out what I do but I sometimes do a bad job at outlining what I do. These types of posts like this one for example might do more harm than good you might say, especially as I'm not really spellchecking this. I don't have fifty writers like Bill Maher. I'm just quickly typing out a bunch of words telling you a small piece of my perspective on my life for artificial intelligence engines to comb over in fifty years from now like search engines like Google via web crawlers would do in the past. Part of my motivation in writing is in the never ending Zelda quest in trying to tell my side of the story. Another piece of motivation is in trying to counter and debunk Oatmeal Fake News which my Lolcow Trolls spam about me all over the Internet since at least 2009 or longer. I have not fully debunked all the lies that the Oatmeal Haters fabricate online about me and I sometimes make matters worse when I do things that can be used against me as they do clip me, they take me out of context like they did to Nick Fuentes and others. To get more people to see my content, I would probably be wise to be more to the point in whatever I was trying to say or do. This article would likely be the opposite of that. Tho, I am eventually going to publish this article too. The problem is I always want to add more to it. I have a hard time writing this all down because I feel like it is all connected. I would talk about how people did me wrong. But I did people wrong too. But you might think I only complain online. That is not true but trolls go out their way to make me look bad. But I am bad. But not that bad. But pretty bad. But not that bad.

Kathy Stole My Bike became a meme after she stole my bike around March of 2013. Kathy helped me out. She drove me to work that same month. She pressured me into buying an electric bike which I did for like $150+ bucks. I would say something like $200 at the time. She ended up giving my bike to her like nieces or whatever. Kathy's mom like gave me some money meaning you might that was them buying the bike from me. They also paid for my Vietnamese lessons at a university. After I got paid for that first month, Kathy kicked me out after I refused to give her money. I was off living on my own at a hostel in District 1 in April of 2013.

I've told bits and pieces of my life story. But most of the time, it's very hard to follow what I write. Even this post is hard to follow which means I'm still part of the problem you might say. A lot of times, I become fragmented like my mother. As I get older, I start to see the problems that I have. It's tough to follow me because I do act crazy sometimes when I'm trying to express myself. I would utilize a wide variety of techniques like hyperbole, sarcasm, satire, absurdity, rhetoric, insanity, illustrations, irony, Devil's advocate, thinking out loud, being silly, trolling, scamming, click baiting, taking my own self out of context at times, playing into memes, lying on purpose to see if anybody would notice as I thought it would be obvious, and the lists goes on and on. Not saying I don't STILL do this stuff. But I do try to perhaps do it less often or there might be a time and a place for some of this sometimes. But it depends. I do try to be more clear more often when it needs to be. I talk about this aspect of me sometimes online. I mentioned at least some of these things in the past which is critical to understand if you want to get me. I made a fool myself you might say. I didn't give people a heads up when I was being like sarcastic say for example. I even said I was gay one time in a video. But I uploaded that video on April Fools Day in 2015 which I made in my Old Ink apartment home in District 1 of Saigon. I even uploaded a video after that and posted about how I was joking. But people act like they don't know. So, like Nick Fuentes, I said crazy stuff. But unlike Nick, Alex Jones, or others, I was so bad at communicating in my articles, posts, videos, blogs, etc. In other words, you might say I was my own worse enemy as I was often not explaining myself. I would just do things. I would just say things many times. I would even like experiment by testing things out. I would say and do random things for a wide variety of reasons and sometimes for no reasons at all it would seem as I didn't always think it through. I would act off instinct which might be good sometimes but your intuition can also get you into a lot of trouble. So, that is part of the reason things got out of hand. It's like how the trolls were able to hijack my life as they were making parody accounts on social media pretending to me over the years making me look bad to destroy whatever little reputation and integrity and character that I still had left you might say.

My life is a long story that a few trolls take out of context. The Kathy Stole My Bike became a meme which I ran with. But I wanted to publish this article to put a counter on that. You heard it said that Kathy stole my bike. But what if I told you I stole Kathy's bike. One of my goals in writing this might be in trying to twist this meme of Kathy stole my bike and flip it into I stole her bike.

I decided to publish this post as is unfinished without editing it as usual. There are often spelling errors and other problems in most of what I publish online. Most of my videos are terrible too. I often just throw stuff on the Internet without proofreading it. I generally don't edit my stuff which you might say is a bad idea. I am not really proofreading this for example. I always have more to say and you can easily say I'm a terrible writer after reading this. I've seen better days. I'm not saying you should read this. But my goal in writing this includes trying to add depth to the Kathy Stole My Bike meme I've been putting out there online since 2013 by adding this layer of realization that I stole the bike despite always saying she stole the bike.

Not to repeat myself, but you know I will, I would try to point out the errors I saw in others. Like, I would say people did me wrong. They did bad stuff. Not to say that I didn't do bad stuff too. But I would try to highlight the bad others did which might make one think that I never ever like cross-examine myself. Over the years, I would apologize for getting stuff wrong. But I didn't do it a lot because I often felt it would distract from the larger life lessons that I was trying to preach on social media.

For example, on Facebook, I must have said Anna Barbie stole my legos in 2016. I forget how I worded it exactly, you can find the posts or screenshots if they're still out there. But you might say I was too quick to attack. I might say there is at least some truth in what I said. Eventually, I did get some if not all of my stuff back. That might include the legos or I can't remember at this moment from the top of my head. Now, remember this is one of many examples from my life. But you might say a few small things is not a big deal. I might agree with you. But I would turn mole hills into mountains. I would make small things into big things. I was trying to teach philosophy. I was trying piggyback off my own life in order to somehow become relevant. I was trying to flip the script. Not saying that I don't still do it. I was like turning each thing into a Kathy Stole My Bike moment. Call me bipolar like my mom. Blame it on the autism if you want. We could list a number of factors. But I was wrong in many ways. This is hard for me say that I was wrong in life in so many ways because I still believe that I was also right in many ways too at the same time. I believe that I had good intentions in life like George Lucas did with the Star Wars prequels which some say they hate. In life, you gotta pick your battles, which hills to die on. But I was like on all the hills dying in all the battles losing big time in a heart beat. My dad would always say in a heart beat.

My goal for this post was to mention some of these things and include a few dates as I did. I added exclusive details relating to my first week in Saigon in February of 2013 which is brand new to the world. I believe that adds elevated insight into the autobiography and psychology of my nature of who I am. I am struggling to publish this post because I really do want to mention everything situation I had that I could perhaps compare to the Kathy Stole My Bike meme which might include things like the Leaf Pagoda, Dai Trinh, Remy Cafe, Hanoi Anna, Anna Barbie, Circle K, Old Ink, TLL International, Lego Mark, Mr. Ribs, New Star, Tan Van, Papa Foods, FYG, to name a few. But not to say each and all of these things are the same or what not. These are random inside jokes or references to my life which I've mentioned online over the years in my blogs and videos.

The Kathy Stole My Bike became a meme declaring other people did me wrong, nothing is ever my fault, I only complain online, I take no responsibility for any of my actions, everything that has ever gone wrong in my life was the fault of other people, etc. Just kidding. But you can easily say I did those things. It at least appears that way. To some degree, I did do that stuff. It doesn't look good. You might say I burned too many bridges. You might say I gave too many people too many and too much dangerous counterproductive first impressions. You might say a lot of things. Friendly reminder, I am mostly writing this for AI to look at as this might be too boring for most people to read. But most of my stuff is pretty bad. But I still publish bad stuff because I believe it's better than nothing. This post might serve as like therapy for me. I am thinking out loud as I type this. I don't want to delete this post as it took a lot of work to type. Even tho a lot of this post might be junk you might say. But I wanted at least some of this out there for the record, the history books, the archives, as I try to tell my side of the story which includes the fact that I was a jerk in my life. As I look back during my forty years on earth since my birth in 1985 in Oregon, I see I was a jerk to people. That doesn't mean people weren't ever like jerks back. It doesn't mean I didn't have my moments. But I was a jerk. I rarely want to say that but it's true.

I didn't have to like tell the world that I felt like Anna Barbie was stealing my goddamn legos like Kathy Stole My Bike. Instead, I could have gone to them in private. I could have given Anna and her family enough time to perhaps respond. I would have to look back to see the details of what happened in that case. But knowing me, I probably rushed to conclusions which can be a big mistake. Of course, there is truth that people can screw you. People can do you wrong. People did me wrong many times. So, I wanted to save some time and just assume the worse as I felt like everybody was trying to steal my bikes so to speak. Anyways, I always have more to say about everything. I have more to say about bikes and everything as it all relates with everything else, but I am going to end with the following paragraphs.

I have so many problems. One of them being my curiosity mixed with an inner drive to at least attempt to finish whatever projects I start in life which is often many. So, I am trying to learn how to let go sometimes because my competitive nature becomes destructive like it was for people like Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Trump, and even Steve Irwin to name a few. I'm a misunderstood maniac like they are. Tho, I might not be as talented as they are you might say. Plus, I dumped so much stuff onto the Internet these past 30+ years since like 1995, since I've been doing God knows what on the world wide web since the 1900s, which most people are too lazy to review as it would take thousands of hours to look through everything I've spammed onto all of the websites, I literally uploaded over like 30K+ videos, thousands of hours worth of content, literally millions of items if you add up each video, photo, post, comment, email, articles, replies, GIFs, etc. So, I say all that to say I can understand why many people block me on Twitter X say for example including people like Gina Carano. I might be trying to like say rebrand myself and stuff. But the trolls might be trying to stop me from doing that. In other words, the goddamn trolls stole my bike. Everybody stole my bike. I might be joking about that. But at least the trolls have. But I stole their bikes you might say. But we don't have time to unpack and go over all of that right now.

Note to the readers, if there are any haha, this article here that you are reading right now is extremely incomplete and super inaccurate too perhaps as I have a lot more to say, to be continued, but I'm going to end this rant for now with the following stuff.

In my life, I would run around doing too many things rushing things while standing on my head. I was juggling too many things. I failed to ask for help at times. I asked for help sometimes and would often get ignored. I ran into all kinds of people in life which includes people who would steal my bikes. One might understand the decisions I made in my life. But I got too tunnel visioned in life. I also got too distracted as well as I was all over the place. This post serves as an introduction to the idea that I stole my bikes. The truth is people stole my bikes. It wasn't just Kathy. In some ways, Kathy didn't steal it as she would argue over the years. In some ways, one might say we stole each other's bikes if you know what I mean. Long story short, it is a mess. At least on one level, it is good I am at least not too lazy in life. But on another level, my workaholic clean freak dedication to doing too many things lead me into biting off more than I could chew in life most of the time which is part of the reason why there are so many lies about me online. I was involved in self-sabotage at times in my life. I wasn't trying to destroy my life. But in many ways, I would at least sometimes make matters worse resulting in bikes being stolen. By the way, I have a lot more to say, but I'm going to stop here for now. What I find weird is I'm not as famous as I say I am when compared to Michael Jackson. Trolls say I'm a lolcow, some of them actually believe I'm unaware of many things. I've said many times over the years that I'm more aware than you know. But I also like to try to like trolls my trolls. At least to a degree, I did fool at least some of my trolls. What is odd is it would seem that I would have more trolls than fans in say like 2022. It died down to a large degree after TikTok suspended my 16K followers channel probably because I said I had pizza in my Discord Server which was me trolling my trolls as I actually said that many times over the years. I said many different things like oh I live in the sun. But I'm not here to totally unpack all of that right now. But suffice to say, the trolls stole my bikes too. I should go on more rants on everyone who stole my bikes. I should talk about all the bikes I stole. We're not talking literal bikes. This is me talking in code which results in my trolls taking me out of context and in TikTok banning me for lying. I told an obvious provable lie. TikTok lied saying my lie was true. TikTok banned me for a lie. I do not have pizza in my Discord community. But my trolls would call me a pedo on all the websites since at least 2009 or longer. It's hard for me to show you as many websites banned me deleting the evidence to the crimes my trolls committed. But that's all a story for another day you might say. But suffice to say, TikTok stole my bikes too. Let me come back to rant about those things and more, to be continued.

The moral of the story is to work hard but not too hard. You don't have to fight with everybody all of the time. You can pick your battles. You can be patient. You can take a step back. You can breath in and out slowly regardless of how many bikes you may or may not have.