To all the folks who have supported, I thank you. I also want to thank those who have shown me interest and concern. My mission has always been authentic, as has the work and love.
In this day n age, I have to show appreciation for those who simply haven’t attacked me physically, or by way of drugging, theft, copyright infringement, embezzlement, defamation of character, slander, bait and switching, libel, gossip, or discrimination – in or out of the workplace, on or offline. I don’t commit any of these crimes, ever, to the best of my ability, and I am thankful for those who try.
I want to say I’m deeply sorry as well. Over the past few years, I’ve had to navigate some freshly pressed vicissitudes that no one has had the answers for. I’ve spoken with doctors, counselors, teachers, vets, homeless, rich, drive a bike, drive a Tesla – whatever. What I’ve learned is that I have revealed many dark secrets about America through Basement Made, all while retaining a positive attitude. Ohhhd Skkkool Americans (Cunts for short) hate that.
Hundreds of millions of Americans have lived lifetimes without realizing some basic elements to their culture. So many threads of this nation’s fabric have been woven across their eyes for so many years they got used to being blindfolded. All I’ve done is pull back the curtain by myself (sorry Drake, you have taught the working class close to nothing).
So yes, I am sorry for being crazy, sad, mad, goofy, retarded, slow, criminal, or whatever the White/Black dynamic of this country has decided to keyword me as now. I know “I need help”. America, en mass, has whipped, chained and made me crazy. The diagnosis says I’m physically and mentally disabled. I’ve gone to job fairs, the job center, staffing agencies, “friends”, “family”, SSI and Disability, city, state and federal jobs, low income housing, shelters, counselors, doctors, all to find out how I can escape this slavery….. and nothing.
I am sorry to those I have hurt in the process but there aren’t many who have a legitimate case to an apology from me. To the few, maybe 10 or less, I apologize for my abrasive behavior.
No, I don’t think I’m God The Almighty or anything omnipotent, omnipresent or omniscient. I did go under a major mental realization, and ensuing confusion, starting in late ’16 to early ’17, and I have discovered many exceptional personal capacities since. I found out I had been suffering from amnesia as well. I thought I was the God of my people or a God of some kind. I wasn’t wrong. I’m not Queen of the privileged Lightskins Beyonce or King of the privileged Whites Eminem but I am Godly.
There was no straw that broke the camel’s back – just tons upon tons of bails loaded onto my back over decades. Homeless, unable to get a job in my field 4 years out of college, deemed unfit to serve in the military, having filled out over 1,000 applications, after 10+ years of continuous work, I started writing Cliff G: DOG. I published the edits live, and again, I gained a huge audience. Unfortunately, America was and is still built on disenfranchised people. The nation’s favorite pastime is German – schadenfreude.
Never once has anyone informed me of any available jobs in communications, radio, TV, film, broadcasting, engineering, writing, customer service, management, or anything except manual, service and minimum wage labor (minus two network marketing pay-to-plays and the one time when I was 16-18 when a guy at an East Towne Mall cellphone kiosk said in passing that if I could wear pink pants, as I was, I could work there).
It’s a hard pill to swallow when you’re strapped down in a cell being forcefed the nation’s labrat medicine while the communities you supported, spoke up for, volunteered for, saved lives in, educated, and invited into your home – watches you suffer from down the street. This way, you can be broken like a camel, horse, bull, lamb of god, piggie piggie, or whatever, and then they can come find you and try to catch the Pokémon.
I will talk more about my findings from Cliff G: DOG and after, including Chapter III: God, but for now, thank you to those pursuing independence for all, and I am sorry to any that I may have harmed as a part of the mission. Bless.