Wednesday, 28 December 2016

Not Even the Dogs Would Like to Be Dogs








I keep on getting videos involving dogs sent to my YouTube. This is just one more of those: Dogs The owner seems very proud of the reaction of his puppy, and the puppy does look happy indeed, like for most of it. I would like to observe that the dog is holding on to the lead, however. It seems that it is happy with the thought of going out, not necessarily seeing the owner therefore. I watch one after the other and my conclusion is always the same: Not even the pet would like to be a pet, like all of them seem to prefer being free. 





We petize, let's say, the animals. They are naturally wild however. So are we. Just the thought of having any other human being commanding my life and decisions is like a horror movie for me. I go through all I am going through for extras 15 years in absolutely haste, horror, and with infinite amount of pain plus criminal loss, and only God knows why He would let such a penalty be imposed to someone of my nature. 





In the video I am, let's say, quoting here, you see the sweetest dog in the world. I would say however that the wiggling of the tail, which lots of vets have declared to be happiness, is actually anxiety and inability of both understanding and dealing with the human world. I think you will notice that dogs do not go like that with the own dogs. I would say things are more intuitive than they seem and we are also more similar to them than we think: We are anxious, we move up and down. We are impatient, we fiddle with a pen, with our own fingers, etc. So does the dog. This one is up and down and the tail goes crazy. On top, his facial expression does contain sweetness well beyond belief, but, at the same time, it contains what I will call suplice, which is an impression of incapacity of doing something to get what we want. We depend on someone else and our eyes go a sort of without life, as if we had been transferred to conformed mode. Perhaps they show perplexity and incapacity. Poor dogs. Poor me. No wonder some overseas miserable people who came around me in backpackers, to which I was criminally forced for long, would call me Tessa, and Tessa is the name of the dog of Bradley, which he never really watches over. His mother or sister do. No wonder. Adequate. I am also full of suplice all these years: Poor Marcia of all internal and external injuries that are created with all intention on earth by Brazilians and Australians for more than 15 years in democracy, First World. Not even a fighting chance for what used to be my most priceless head, body, life, person, etc. Only God is for us, little dog, only God. Do you pray? They say that if we pray we have more chances. 








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Friday, 23 December 2016

Message Bank and Telephone Providers in Australia






Today, 23rd of December of 2016, after my mobile was out of action for a few days (since Thursday) because it was not ringing, like all calls were being deviated somehow and I was then getting the noise of text message, but, when I read them, they all said that I did not answer the calls, I found out I had 40 voice messages that I never heard. 




I never set up the voice mail messenger, so that I was really not worried, and I was thinking that nothing was entering there. I then found out that it is automatically set and the phone then automatically answers, this in all Australian telephone lines, I reckon, mobile and landline. 




To make it all worse, upon trying to listen to them I couldn't. One, they get deleted  7 days after being received. Two, I can only listen to them if I finally set up the voice mail messenger. 




Basically, I have been contacting a few people, and, if I ever get their help, my life can be effectively saved, my career, and all else, at the current state of affairs, or I can effective finally acquire a fighting chance. I was assuming none of those people I was contacting was wiling to collaborate, so that I kept on trying more people, but, in the end, they may actually have decided for calling me instead of writing an e-mail because that is the quickest way to reach me, and, in this way, they will guarantee that I get their message. Unbelievable! 




And the service provider cannot find out or disclose not even their number... . 




If the voice mail messenger did not answer those calls instead, those people would probably have called me again or sent an e-mail, when I finally would know they want to collaborate with me, so that the fact that they have that set by default may actually have stopped justice and restoration of my most basic human rights, and it is now 15 years of maximum violation of all my human rights in Australia mostly because of Brazil... . 




That is really bad luck for all of the involved: Those people who trusted the machine to do that sort of job, me, whose only life, head, body, career that matters, etc. can be saved in their current state of affairs with that call, and those who depend on me being saved, so that I save them too, like my own mother, if still alive. 





It is all really bad: Such a detail, and if the companies did not do that us, and they probably do it to get more money from us, since we pay for the service, we would have a much better chance of basically saving people from criminal death, impairment, etc. 






Shame that the oppressor realistically always succeeds in doing this to the small ones, who are frequently their victims. Sometimes they are victims of true atrocities for even one decade and a half where everyone has their rights to freedom, privacy, and property guaranteed by law. 







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