Another DART Dallas-Nigger Attack on My Life

Over and over the DART police officer repeated to me, "Did you use a racial-slur with the driver?" I don't consider myself "a racist" - far from it. I have one of the toughest jobs in life, since Brain-Control set me up with a Vietnamese Woman as my wife. She has been living with me for over five years now. I know what racism is, it's where members of very large ethnic groups get together and sort of decide (for whatever poitical reasons, of which there are many) that other races of people "don't really deserve respect." I mean, I have said many times to the people that own and run my implants that "I love all of God's Children - except niggers in Dallas."

I ride a DART bus here, and (it is far-and-away a Majority-Black Operation) I have said:

• "Thank-You Mam, Have a Nice Eventing"
• "Good Morning, How Are You?"
• "Have a Nice Afternoon :)"
• "The Machine Seems to Be Off, May I Sit Down?"
• "I'm sorry, I Couldn't Hear You?"

I have said every one of these polite chit-chat pieces at least 100 times to the exact Black Woman Driver that attacked me today.

Anyway, today, NDBC seemed to have another obnoxious-turned-terrorist attack planned for me. Keep in mind that I will be 47 years old in about a month, and that really is pretty near 50! FIFTY. And "The Department" is still setting Black-Power attacks on my life, including at least three men (and one woman) armed with heavy firepower (Police Guns).

But let's do the story... Keep in mind that everything else I write in my posts about even earning "the right" to write what I want on this blog is so heavily persecuted by the electronics inside me, really is the truth. As I have said over and over, these words I'm writing - these words you reading to me right now! - are being relayed to me by the speaker in my ear-drum, that I cannot remove! It's almost like these absolutely horrendous outpourings of hatred - against me - are manufactured just so "The Evil" that runs this city can push me in front of my stupid laptop and write about how badly I'm treated in society.

So, today, I went into the Dallas Library to go back to writing my Java Source Code. I was encouraged this morning by the bio-electrical control-system to start a different module on my software this morning. It's a part of a project that I basically stopped "cold-turkey" back in November of last year. If you are wondering (and likely you aren't because computer-programming is thoroughly discouraged by the Dallas Government) - I have another module called the "JSON-RPC" that I've converted into Java so that I can control a Google Web-Browser using a Java Program. There is a Java Tool called "Selenium" that has been around for at least 10 year, and I think I've developed my own version of it! You can see a (much earlier) version of it here, since the new stuff is not ready to put on my page yet:

http://code.torello.directory/IMDB/2021.10.12/javadoc/index.html?code/IMDB/package-summary.html

So, if you look at it, that's what I was coding this afternoon at the Dallas Public Library, which (as you likely know, is a building filled with "African Americans") - and no, almost none of them are going to say anything very friendly to me. I get a lot done, though, since picking petty fights about nothing has been on the wane here in Dallas. Instead, though, outright death threats once a month is what I have to put up with.

So, I left, and took the DART Light Rail Train Home, and - yes - about two thirds of the riders were "African American's." I do feel threatened being on the train, but I'm not a rich man. I have explained that I was tortured like an animal (before September the 11th). Read some previous posts I have written about it all, I've written several of hem. I was educated as a Computer Engineer, but I also studied Mandarin Chinese, and Spanish in my youth, because when I was younger I could see how important they would be in an electronically inter-connected world.   I used to love history books, before I was put on "reading black-list" by the Dallas Regime (the broadcasts are very powerful and, indeed, are most adept at preventing a man from concentrating when a book is in his hand).

Long story short, there is a card-reader on the DART Train, that scans people's cards in order to get on the bus or train. The train ride home to North Dallas (from Downtown) was uneventful.  The bus afterwards to my home surely wasn't. This card-reader that they've got on the bus, for at least 75% of the trips that I've taken, is unplugged, turned off or broken. Though it sometimes seems nice, because when it is broken or disabled. I might not have to pay for the fare that day. DART's fare system works such that you only pay once per 12-Hour period. If every time I get on the bus, it is turned off, DART really doesn't bill me for the day.

Think about this "wonderful benefit" I get out of it. Every time I get on the bus, I have to listen to two-decade old rhetoric from the electronic-portion of my brain chastising me (and everybody else in Dallas) that I'm a thief not paying for my ride. According to the Software Broadcasts in my brain "everybody in Dallas" is stealing money at work. Everybody! The fast-food people are stealing money out of the cash-registers. The auto-repair people are over-charging and embezelling money. Even the office employees are playing with the bank-books! Can I prove a word of this? Think! It is not my biological-brain (a.k.a. "ME") thinking this, it's the electronic-broadcasts saying this to me every time I get on a bus and that damned-reader is turned off, deactivated, or broken.

Today, I got on DART Bus around 6:50 P.M. and scanned my card. The soft-glow blue-neon light stayed blue, but it should have turned green. So, I scanned it a second time, and a third-time. It didn't turn green. So next, I took the card out of the wallet (it's a magnetic card), and scanned it a fourth time. It stayed blue, and I just sort of looked at the woman and showed her my card, and went back to sit down. Right as I set my computer down (I carry a heavy computer-monitor with me - I cannot walk home with it), the woman starts yelling at me in a loud tone of voice. I argued a little bit and pointed at how often the machines are disabled or broken, and (I think I said) that DART needs to fix these machines. After being ordered to scan it a fifth time, I went back took the card out of my wallet, and scanned it a fifth time. This time the light turned green. She went into a rage yelling at me - and I explained to her that she is not going to be screaming at me. After all, I am a DART Customer, and she is a city employee. She is obligated to treat people with respect, especially customers of DART who have DART ID's and have paid their fares.

So when four armed DART Police arrived I was repeatedly verbally assaulted for "Riding a Nigger-Bus While Being White"

I explained that I was tired of the machine, because it is broken or deactivated 75% of the time. This woman, whom I have thanked and said nice things too at least 100 times since January, was taking out her anxiety about it all on Some White-Man (who I guess she just supposes is as ignorant as those shitty whites in the North East. I am not some New York Dick Head on TV blabbing like a buffon! Yes, New Yorkers on the televised news are the greatest threat of all to my life - much worse than any racist "African American" in Dallas. I feel so terrible hearing the words "Sean Hannity," "Liberals," or especially the homosexuals: "Anderson Cooper," "Don Lemon," or "Rachel Maddow." These white-people do not represent me, my viewpoints, or anything honest about cities in Texas. Rather than even saying their names any longer - only further detracting from the racial arguments that are important to people in Dallas, I'll continue.

I stood their for over 30 minutes while another Black Woman, this time one armed with a gun, repeatedly told me to shut-up! Stop-Talking!

My Points?

• I have said "Thank-You" and "Good Morning" to this woman at least 100 times.
• I have never gone out of my way to be overtly rude or mean to a person of African-Descent on that bus (and 'they' have many times).
• North Dallas Brain-Control constantly has the card readers "rigged" to malfunction or be deactivated.
• I didn't raise my voice to this woman at all until she did.
• On the fifth try, the card was read, and she started screaming and gloating in front of the whole bus to embarrass me.
• The Dallas Bus System is at least 75% Black (as many parts of Dallas), and I am a persecuted minority
• I had to hear that I violated the "Code of Conduct" as she screamed at me repeatedly.
• FOUR ARMED POLICE OFFICERS showed up to make threatening remarks directed at me, while nothing was said to the driver criticizing what she had done!