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I’m Witnessing Insanity, Not Perpetuating It
The Journey Back to Stability
Like millions of unfortunate Trump supporters, I was unable to let go sixteen years ago. Despite all of the countervailing evidence, I threw my whole being behind a fallacious theory, believing assiduousness and misplaced belief would bring forth my desired result.
I wanted to wake everyone up. However, an aversion to the objective truth led to my break from society. I lost the ability to hold onto a job, leaving me bereft of agency, susceptible to elaborate hoaxes perpetrated by slick hucksters — street psychics — and schemers. The most dedicated of Trump supporters, angry lemmings who are willing to leap from a cliff in pursuit of fantasies, are going to end up sharing my previous fate, that of being jobless, gullible, and lost, destined to encounter catastrophic and ignominious failure.
After I lost my job and abdicated support from my family in February, 2005, I traveled the country for a few months, searching for viable employment, assuming that if I was able to secure work, I could begin to craft an identity and reintegrate myself into the community. I ended up back in Denver, my home town, in May, 2005, wandering the streets for days until I was rescued by the Emergency Medical Technicians, my kidneys withering from renal failure.
