The day my story is said my way

A fascist pig is beating me to death. Why does the story never get told the right way? Whoever is being my Gadaffi with forcing me on their leash and kicking me around and forcing my face in Stacy's shit like the shit was mine is beyond sadistic. They are Stacy's intentional fascist loyal liar and they know the rape they won't admit to letting their self get away with. The way people want to lie is cruel and mean. The way people want to force, question, and interrogate is so sick and cruel. Someone is raking on me with such a serious fascist pig terrorism. "I'm the one who needs to stop. I'm the one at fault or responsible for someone else's rape." (Story within a story that is the biggest question beggar: 2 years ago I got a ticket for missing a stop sign. The cop who pulled me over was a look alike of Stacy's. I believe this was another unmentioned repressed terror that I came across awhile ago. Leading into the story: Uber does background checks every year. This instance happened in 2018. I passed my 2019 background check. I failed my 2020 background check for missing a stop sign. Worse than obvious question beggar. Stacy would let herself have her authority; her way with me; her final say; her final judgment over my life in a heartbeat in any chance she could take. This is a fact I know. Someone lets Stacy get away with whatever authority, judgment, final say she would want to have almost as if it were a question she deserves to have some double jeopardy with, but in a most given fascist light: "Sarah I hate you, get battered." While they let their self with Stacy win anyway, I would guess the usual suspects were the ones behind the act but the Russian Gadaffi is still an unknown entity right now. If I were to make up my own karma, and outside country would release a serial criminal from prison, have a license to do whatever crimes they wanted me to do, while I just watched and shrugged my shoulders. If I really wanted to rub the salt in someone's wound, it would be "What? Did they really just do something wrong? Why are you so mad? Why are you so upset?" and if I really wanted to rub the salt in all the more "You are just so jealous of that criminal. More power to whatever bondage game the criminal and I want to make up out of your god awful jealousy and whatever reason you think you should be so mad about." I could make up some criminal acts and go into detail to try to enhance the effect, and words can't describe the frustration I have to the vain deafness there still really is in a lot of people. It's not even that every time a person asked if I was angry about something, that another person had the credit: the forceful phrase of being called angry at the wrong time is another type of robbery in itself. It is like people don't read in between the forceful lines of their credit. Anger and jealousy being confused is another robbery. And, wanting to have a person's jealousy so blackmailed, mistaken, or lied against as another jealousy is robbery. The arrogant child: "Don't you wish you were me? Don't you wish you had my rapist privilege's." And they go all out in saying how much their rape is their freedom of speech when they didn't see the robbing Gadaffi they were in keeping a person from their own personal freedom. … It costs close to 1000.00 a month to rent a lyft car besides the car loan I still pay on. My parents gave me their car I was going to do delivery calls with. I just payed for the tags and registration today and I know rent is going to be late again. Whether or not I pass the background check with some other delivery companies is something I have yet to discover. I hate being raped and beaten to death by a fascist pig. I hate that the pig wants to use his self to humiliate me with his sadism all the more: like his sadisms and faults are not there, his gadaffi is the only man alive; my hateful distaste against his Gadaffi fascist pig is why I should be forced into being a lesbian and molested for not understanding what it means to have an attraction to anyone. And, to this day the fascist pig has such a loud anger that nobody is attracted. I've never regretted to have never traded my singleness in to be coupled and a lesbian for a woman. I am 36- 4 years until I'm 40 and have never literally slept with a woman to this day.