10-March-2021
Approximately three-four days per week I work quietly inside my Portable Work Station (PWS) at the corner of rue Catinat, Paris 75001 (when I’m not at Rue Saint Augustin, 75001) – thanks to the kindness of these local businesses who provide electricity and a meal for me – unfortunately my husband lives just down the road from the reserve bank and is a very jealous inadequate man, who has been known to make false allegations of stalking against me… then when he fails to support those allegations, he cries depression for sympathy votes and there are plenty of people stupid enough to believe him!
This morning, and it’s nothing new, while stationed at rue Catinat, one of my husband’s little shit-kickers – or ‘acquaintance’ for the better word – was sent to make herself some tax-free incentives. It was approximately lunchtime and I was making a video update just outside my PWS in-front of Kevin Murphy Hairdressers, to advertise the progress of my efforts for ‘the campaign’ (due to commence on the 21st March, next week); it’s something I often do to post on Facebook, for my Melbourne viewers.
From my laptop ‘eye-camera’ I noticed a lady fast approaching with her hired bicycle; she was oddly placed at the dead end corner sectioned off by construction where I work on my campaign. This lady unknown to me (but a friend of my husband’s, a local business man had later informed me, after him witnessing her behavior from the corner of the street where he was crossing at the time of the incident), came from behind and pushed her way passed with the force of her bicycle handlebars, making no apology. She had plenty of room to move without needing to make contact. I remained unmoved and continued recording my video for the Melbourne crowd; who noticed her in the background like a bad smell and they laughed out loud.
FEEDBACK FROM FACEBOOK ON THE VIDEO:
“…don’t they know ‘the NINJA’ can’t be provoked into aggression for the first rule of Martial Arts, is self control before self defense, which is indicative of sound mental health!!!”
And this one made me laugh…
“Anne, next time tell her to suck your husband’s little c**k, for that’s all she going to get from you, your scraps!”
“…tell her to visit Australia, we’ll be waiting for both her and your husband at the Airport – we love you, we miss you and we want you back babe – I don’t know what you see in the French but you’ve been away too long, if you love the French that much, bring them back with you so we can have you too!” (my response to this comment posted: “she is not a true representation of the French, just a poor excuse for my husband’s failure!)
And the comments on Facebook continued…
The snap-shots posted here are taken from that video (mentioned above), for your viewing pleasure; their force against me is like that of a little child against an adult, there is simply NO CONTEST WHEN GOD IS IN THE MIDDLE!
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