If the Medicare collapses the Finasteride I need will stop. So I will die painfully from bone cancer.
But if my landlord gets to kill me by termination of my lease in January 2026, then I will die of exposure, which means freezing to death in an hour or two. Much better than bone cancer.
So my landlord appears to be Satan, but is actually a blessing is disguise.
Mysterious ways. Yahweh. So sphinxy, so indiscernable, so mysterious.
One walks on.
With faith in one’s heart.
And not alone.
I have known and fully supported my Governor for 12 years, so maybe he could arrange a small grant for me to get my pills. Also, he could tell my Land-Crocodile to not evict me in January 2026 — wait till April give a chance to move without ice and snow. Crocodile might find that it’s easier to get a replacement tenant in the Spring than in Mid-Winter.
But I suspect Crocodile is controlled by an algorithm. With perfect tenant parameters (that I fall outside of due to age).
So Crocodile will routinely evict me. In January 2026.
No help from anybody. Not Mayor, Not Governor, Not VA, not President.
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