As a result of becoming weary of battling the abuse of power, the American degradation was causing me to physically tear my face a part in order to fit in and accept the personality distortion the U.S. government slandered and libeled me with.

At an instance, I went to my local Kmart to buy something that would clear up my complexion. I asked the pharmacist whether hydrogen peroxide would cause scarring on my face. Her face appeared blank. I had a life once and I remember my girlfriends and I would go out of the way to really pamper our complexions. I reasoned with the pharmacist and told her that I could no longer afford Clinque. A simple question for a 50 cent bottle of hydrogen peroxide became a major issue. She passed me to another pharmacist who could not answer the femine questions of facial complexion maintenance. Finally, a man pharmacist came to the window. He implied that he was a "dermatologist" and that he could answer the question.

"I'm a big Dufus and I don't know what to do." Tang...Tang... Tang-A-Lang... Tang-A-Lang... Tang-A-Lang.