More Thoughts.

You know I was just thinking. Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit police think locking me away in some terrible Detroit group home is an option. Where I'd be horribly neglected and mistreated. And lose all contact with the outside world. Which as I pointed out, I think is no accident. A standard of living that really I don't even know anything about, and don't want to even learn. Because like in Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol they think they've done their duty by me as long as I am at least alive. Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses? But you know I was thinking, unlike Ebenezer Scrooge. Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit police are responsible for my present situation. All the permanent damage to my feet and hands, all the damage from Type 2 Diabetes. All the damage my doctors are forced into silence about now too. That and, endangering my life by telling my neighbors two horrible and untrue things about me. And all the other years of abuse, and just the unfair treatment like with the car thing. Ebenezer Scrooge wasn't responsible for the condition of the poor and working class in England when he said that. So legally he really did have no obligation towards them. But my case is different for the reasons I just gave. In fact I was reading a story online just recently about something involving a carriage accident from around that time where someone was held responsible for someone's lifelong medical care, for what they did. I wonder why that logic doesn't apply here.

Of course it's hard to know where my case is going because officially it still doesn't even exist and people are still lying to me. Lying to me while people abandon me and things are clearly getting much worse, not better. But like I said I was just thinking of that.