SuprstinGscroogville's Journal: 080415 (bkgd)

SuperStinGscroogeville. SilverSpur G(hehehe... someone find 414-Brass Orchid and maybe you'll know what G is. If anyone comes up with it then I'll instantly know that they're in touch with my family and therefore instantly suspect with respect to motives. I doubt anyone could actually find Brass Orchid, or Lounge Lizard, or Howard Kosell, or Skywatcher, or any of the other 414ers who saw the full surname before I abbreviated to SSG). It's the same number of syllables.

SuperStingyScroogeville. StevieSniffleSpoofer. That's what Mary and Mary B. called me when I was 6-14 years old (give or take). I've always had sniffles... I was told it was an immune response artefact from all of the immunosuppressants that I was given in the hospital after the incident which resulted in the 2nd and 3rd degree burns which cover half of my upper body. Spoofer. That part always got to me because I didn't understand. My older brother would always push me into corners and provoke a fight--which he could always win... I mean, seriously, he was 17 months older than I to begin with, and my entire upper body muscle mass (pecs, lats, biceps, triceps, shoulders, neck, etc.) was practically burned away in that one incident. But the parents didn't care--well, they did try a few times at first, but as of about age seven they just let him go undisciplined. For them it was the lesser of two evils. If they let him take out his aggressions on me then they didn't have to deal with him. Dealing with me was easy--it was easy for them to bully and bulldog and cow down an ad0lescant if I asked for some semblance of household justice. Really a terribly bizarre situation to grow up in. Anyway, when I would visit with Mary and Mary B. I would often need to vent these tales of harassment, abuse, etc. I can remember quite often their question,"What did your Mom (stepmom) have to say when you told her how Robert was acting?" and I would give my impression of her reaction, usually to the tune of "Can't you see I'm busy doing $this_that_or_the_other! Don't bother me right now!" So they began calling me StevieSniffleSpoofer, or SSS. I didn't understand, at that age, that they meant "spoofer" in the comical rendition sense... I thought they meant "spoofer" in the sense of "he must be telling stories... there's no way anyone could possibly truly conduct a household like that." I guess even at that age they realized that there really wasn't anything they could do to help (aside from give me real love, which they did, which my family was mostly devoid of) since the stepmother had moved so quickly to legally adopt both my older brother and I.

So now La Jolla gets both. La Jolla gets to meet SSG, SuperstinGscroogeville, and La Jolla gets to be SSS, SuperStingyScroogeville. Welcome to my world, folks!

Don't say I didn't try to ask for some legitimate, honest assistance before escalating the situation to this. It's all recorded in previous entries. I know that, for thousands of years, the game for society (as a whole) to shirk responsibilities for these sorts of situations is to collectively claim,"Well, we didn't know!" and then scapegoat the target with vicious indignation until they leave, die, or are burned at the stake. Welcome to the internet age, dimwits. The "Well, we didn't know!" excuse has been cut off at the hips (cutting it off at the ankles or knees would have been far too generous given the fact that such a ridiculously dishonest game has been abused with such impunity for thousands of years).

That (ch1ldish) little game that's in the book of Jeremiah, (pph.),"Let us carefully note everything he says and so destroy him using his own words", that's cut off at the hip as well. I beat you to the punch. I've been doing my own careful recording for years before I even arrived here.

Have a nice day! :-)