I did not go to college in order to post all of my term papers on the Internet for the amusement of empty-headed bimbos like Rebecca. That is why it is very odd that bits and pieces of term papers that were never published and exist only in copies in my notebooks, some in storage for years, seem to be circulating in the gossip circles of the trailer trash ladies. They take things out of context. They obsess on insignificant details. They jump to unwarranted conclusions. Who would even know about some of these things except my professors and, anyway, don't they have thousands of other students to pick on? Why me? College is supposed to be for career preparation, not to provide joke material for these obviously failed comedians. Nobody is laughing, at least not me. I don't find it funny to have all my stuff put through a shredder. I am too old now to beat them up so I will need to turn these whiny people over to the police for processing and possible jail time, hopefully, as per the judge's prescription.
I can see where my master's thesis is vulnerable, a copy of it sitting there on library shelves for all to see and pick apart. With all of my enemies, I cannot afford to have another one of those things sitting around for my enemies to tear apart, one might think.
While visiting California I did notice there on the library shelves a copy of a paper written by Lois Cooper (Stewart Williams) written back in the 1930s or 1940s. I did not read it and don't remember what was in it. I just saw it and thought, oh, I remember this person. It is probably a good thing that there is nothing of mine at the California library. It could get expensive for the howling of hyenas of California to drive across country just to glimpse my lousy term paper, so hungry are they for further ammunition in their demented quest to hold me up to ridicule. They are just too much, a mob grown wild and unruly that is way out of line in my opinion.
