A few weeks ago I was unexpectedly put on a transport merry-go-round from Blythe to Indio to Riverside then back to Indio. I supposedly had a dental appointment in Riverside but I did not know what for. But by the way I get transported and left overnight in a holding cell, with nothing but a toilet and hard bench to sit on, and then all day in another holding cell with chains on my hands and feet (yes, much like in a medieval dungeon only with more lights). I presume I must have made someone in a command position angry about something; I'm just not sure what.
Oh well, (as I always say) the merry-go-round stopped in Indio for some reason, so here I am (so much for the „solution” to the noise problem).
I don't mind. They could put me in a real dungeon chained to a wall and I would still not mind. They have as much right to bring suffering into the world as I did (and still do). If I decried them that right then I would only be condemning myself, which is something I no longer feel the need to do.
