They come together like one—with all the cameras on.
It was a targeted action.
The place, the location, the time—they chose it after I self-localized, just talking with my child.
It was an organized revenge by a strict, authoritarian socialist system that knows how corrupted it is.
And they also know that I know.
And that many others know, too.
But you know what?
I don’t care.
You can sell freedom like the Catholic Church sold indulgences.
You can dance with the dirty in Parliament.
Who cares?
Not me.
I don’t care about your “woke” socialist games—whether or not they’re infiltrated with organized crime and gangs.
I don’t want to be a part of it.
“Dacă nu știi – te învățăm (and you’ll pay for it with your hard-earned money).
Dacă nu poți – te ajutăm (and we’ll label you ‘handicapped’ so you stay dependent on us).
Și dacă nu vrei – te obligăm (you don’t get to choose—we command, and you obey).”
I found this in an old book about communism.
I’ve heard it echoed by old people all over the world.
This is the true meaning of socialism.
You still want to live under that?
I never understood why I was a target from the beginning.
Maybe because I was a U.S. RN, and I hated every second I lived in their twisted, corrupted socialist country.
Maybe because I saw more than any civilian should—because I met the dirt, and I never looked away.
But always, I was their target.
The one to laugh at.
The one to listen to.
The one to spy on.
The one to steal from.
They read my emails.
They entered my home.
They messed with my property.
And why?
Because they could.
They were officials.
Socialist officials.
Every job I took felt like a setup.
It was like I’d been planted there—just so they could keep listening to my phone.
Because I was the one people could talk to.
Because I spoke genuinely, and people opened up.
And when they shared?
The dirty police and federal agents were on the other side of the call—laughing.
And then using those conversations against people.
Good people. Bad people. Any people.
No—I was not an informant.
Corrupted law enforcement used my communication as if I were one.
And today I look at them again…
Do you want my name?
My birth date?
My address shouted into a recording camera?
Is that part of law enforcement protocol?
Or is it part of another dirty, corrupted plot to take me down?
Because in socialism, corruption is the game.
Power plays people like puppets, and they call it “equality.”
I laughed when they said, “In socialism, people are not poor. They just refuse to obey.”
Really?
So now obedience is the new measure of success?
What about freedom to choose your own life?
What about the freedom to work honestly, without being pulled into organized crime, bribery, and state abuse?
You want to talk about freedom?
I’ve lived in the U.S.
I know how a normal capitalist mind looks at poor people—with empathy, not control.
Obedience under poverty is not freedom.
Pushing people into despair, then blaming them for being poor, is not freedom.
It’s systematic abuse.
I never fought the “power”—because when it’s all organized crime up top, there’s no way to fight.
In socialism, communism, or any similar authoritarian system,
You. Can’t. Win.
Because they don’t understand what freedom is.
They’ve never lived it.
Freedom is too wild, too untamable, for a system that needs control.
Ten years.
Targeted. Hunted.
Laughed at.
Used. Abused.
Monitored.
No escape.
And the people who were supposed to protect me?
They were the ones doing it.
Why?
Because the system is corrupted.
And that’s how socialism—how authoritarianism—always works.
Craziness is cheered.
Normality has no freedom.
Obedience is the only option.
They hate me because I talk.
Because I stay free.
Because I don’t obey.
They want to break me.
And I hate them.
Because they are twisted, dirty, and corrupted in a socialist country that pretends to be righteous.
Me—alone.
Them—together.
A great, dirty play, big boss.