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How to Reach Me

I get a lot of mail which asks me how people can get in touch with me.  Well, it’s really quite easy.

Jim Rousch

9804 Sanderling Way

Highlands Ranch, CO

To e-mail me about your unjust situation, write to:
I’m also mobile at any hour of the day.

(626) 487-8505

I answer all that I can and the best way for me to help you, or to have others who are closer by you assist you in acquiring social justice is to leave your name and contact information, as this site isn’t just about my apologies for the ravings of a syphilitic madman (who shall remain nameless, but you all know to whom I refer).

I mean, I didn’t vote for the wigged fucker.  I voted for the winner who was robbed and should be guiding my nation right now.  However, back to the matter at hand.  I remember feeling like no one gave a shit about me and how society was completely fucking me up.  That’s why I do this now.

Someone is looking for you and wants to help you in any way possible, and if that someone (myself) can’t help you directly, then the least that can be done is to spread the message so that someone nearby can do what I might not be able to do from Colorado.

Whatever answers I don’t have can usually be found in the back of a book (American school joke).  The tough part for me is to answer in a culturally acceptable manner-which is why I want to know where you’re from; so that I can learn about the customs in the region where you live and answer accordingly.  With regard to violating the American social structure, I don’t really give a flying fuck about that, because I’ve been the outcast since I was five-years-old.

Fuck it.

Do I know exactly what I’m doing? Well, was Ronald Reagan awake at the Cabinet meetings?

There’s your answer, sporto.

You see, unlike most Americans, I’m honest about my particular ignorance, and it’s my intention to learn your culture so that I can figure out how to bend the rules.  I always look for the loopholes so that I can do what I need to do without breaking the law.

It helps when you completed your psychology classes with mostly A’s and B’s.

Don’t be afraid to tell me your story and don’t be afraid to give your name.  I won’t condemn you.  I’m trying to help you.  Someone else might find you and help you in ways that I cannot.

It’s not that I’m necessarily a good person, per se.  It’s more that I know what it’s like to be left behind and I don’t want that to happen to someone else, because I know the personal destruction that follows.  Frankly, I think we’ve seen enough of that.


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Don’t Help Those Who Vote Against Their Own Interests

This graphic, which was released by Yahoo News earlier this week, further demonstrates a serious disconnect between those who have a clue and those who are simply too stupid to deserve help from Washington, D.C.

It’s Trump’s approval ratings as ranked by state.

There are some interesting observations here, one of those being that Trump’s approval rating is 42 percent in Texas. While Texas is a reliably red state, according to The Texas Tribune’s story, written by Patrick Svitek, Trump took Texas the smallest margin for a Republican presidential candidate in two decades: 9 points.

One can only guess as to Trump’s numbers in Alaska. It could be the racial demographics, as whites outnumber American Indian or Alaska natives about 4:1. As for the rest of it, one can plainly see that he has high numbers in the stupid states, those forgotten places which have been condemned by time where you don’t admit to voting Democratic if you want to remain gainfully employed.

I would love to know why 60 percent of voters in the state of West Virginia, 59 percent of voters in North Dakota, and 58 percent of voters in South Dakota worship this thief-and then, there’s Mississippi, with a insane poverty rate of 22 percent (!

Many Democrats where I live tell me that we must be kind to those who have threatened us of late; that we should be kind to these Alt-Right idiots who consistently vote against their own interests-which might make for good strategy: that is, if you’re suicidal.

I have been told that we must help these people who hate us see that voting Republican has impoverished them, rather than empowered them.

No, these idiots vote Republican because the Republican Party justifies their bigotry. I’m sorry, but I see a bigot, I remind it of where Adam and Eve originated, I remind it that it worships a rabbi every Sunday, and then…I knock it into a wall.

Go ahead and say it out loud. I don’t mind, because it’s true! That’s what I am, and I’m damned proud of it. That’s what one has to be when one defends the developmentally disabled and the immigrant against someone whom you would think values the few teeth he has left.

Then again, you did read my article on how these lowlifes devalue education. So, there’s your answer, sport.

Fuck ’em.

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What the Fuck, Dude? Didn’t Jesus Say…

Didn’t Christ mention time and again that one cannot serve God and money?

I saw this in the parking lot at the Verizon Amphitheatre (formerly Irvine Meadows) as I ran to see the Motley Crue/Kiss show.   I was already annoyed, because I could hear Crue playing Shout at the Devil-something I had waited to hear live in concert for 29 years.

Now, just to be honest, I’m in this life purely for the cash now-only because I was never allowed to acquire in an ethical manner since I was eighteen-years-old.  God has to be nice to me because, quite frankly, the Bastard owes me for allowing me to struggle into my late forties.  And if you think that your youth is going to be restored as promised in Psalm 103:5, that’s a lie.

God allows Lucifer to steal from you, He always breaks His promises-and I can prove that accusation in just one verse:

Well, I guess that’s what happens when you’re

Forget about me.  I only point to the hypocrisy you see in this photo.  What did Jesus ride upon His entry into Jerusalem, where He was about to be murdered?  He basically drove the equivalent of 1978 Pinto-a piece of crap; the foal of a donkey.

May I suggest that you save yourself and get what is rightfully yours-even if you never had the opportunity to earn it?  It’s not stealing when society’s prejudice against you prevented you from going about it ethically in the first place.

Just remind the Father of Exodus 4:11 and walk on past the Gate anyway.

Some people are just too smart for the Lord.

You see, the Father didn’t think this entire concept of sending people to Hell to its logical conclusion, because I’m not going to Hell.

The reason why I won’t burn like an American flag in Sheol is because I know Christ rose from the dead, simply because I know that crucifixion kills via asphyxiation, and His knees were not hit.  You have to push up with the legs in order to breathe.  Furthermore, Roman guards who fell asleep at their posts were burned where they slept.


See?  I told you the Father can’t send me to Hell!  That being stated, I’m going to acquire a hundred times what the Father should have allowed me to work for and there’s nothing He can do about it when I die.  Since I know Christ died because I tend to be a prick, and since I know Christ rose from the dead, the Father has to remain silent as I walk past the Gate.

Of course I’m going to smile at the Father and flash my voting finger as I walk by Him!  You know, the one-fingered salute; the bird!  I’ll already be dead!  He won’t be able to rescind upon my demise! 

You see, my golden ticket may be torn, but it’s still a golden ticket.  Hence, I have beaten the Father at His own game.  I’ve also beaten Lucifer, because I’m still alive.


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