Tax resistance day #2292...
Worst fucking night of my life, health-wise at least. I have some sort of food poisoning, and it's a miracle it doesn't happen to me more often since I'm living in a dirty ass trailer in the middle of nowhere with pests galore, without refrigeration, with limited hot water, and an electric kettle and a rice cooker (which I also use for beans, etc) as my only kitchen appliances. I forgot that it was summer and cooked too much buckwheat (with onions, mushrooms, olives, soy, etc) at once, and then I didn't have much appetite, so the leftovers were sitting in a rice cooker for like 3-4 days. Man, I was so miserable I could hardly crawl to the toilet. Projectile vomit and diarrhea
at the same time! My stomach and guts felt like they had nuclear explosive devices warming up to go off... It lasted like 4 hours! I think I vomited things they fed us in kindergarten! Even in my drinking days it was never even 1/5th as bad! Bleh... Just got done washing the floors. Have to throw away what I was wearing - including my favorite slippers, and I fucking loved those slippers! Worst of all, at one point I slipped on my puke and shit next to the toilet, fell down hard, and broke my glasses. (I'd normally take glasses off to puke, but I didn't have a second to spare, plus with the sickness I could only move and think in slow motion.) Good thing I have extra glasses, I'm pretty sure those can be fixed as well.
So, what does this have to do with tax resistance? I want the Fed motherfucker reading this to know not just that I'm living like this to get away from them, but that there's nothing they can ever fucking do to me that's worse than what I'd do to myself to get away from them. Motherfuckers!