Woeman. Like woe is me. Shortened to woman. Maybe theres something in that like how the word woman came about. I find words can be quite playful. Or there's Father describing a fat woman most probably from pregnacy but allocated to Dad Fat - Her. Or something.
So the war on terror it's incomplete. It's missing something. It's missing a website. A website set up with a phone call on it. A phone call where I yelled war and the whole context was about war. 2 days before September 11th 2001. All on nationwide NZ talkback Radio.
I'm sad. TPTB (The powers that be) won't let me have a copy. There afraid. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe it's cause i'm such a badboy.
Anyway I want a copy. No-ones helping me. I've reached the end of the road. TPTB won't give me a copy. Theres nothing left I can do. I can't afford a lawyer. So thats that. The Evil TPTB won't let me make money. They prefer to see me live in squalor and poverty.
This phone call I predict would go viral. It would reach a wide audience. And it would speak to people and lift them. But i'm a badboy so the govt won't let me have a copy.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS.
Also if you want you could donate. It could help fund a lawyer to get a copy of my phone call which would be seen by lots of people and make me a little money and fame. But the money probably won't goto a lawyer i'll just spend it.
The WAR on Terror.
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