I have a confession to make...

I have a confession to make: I pick my nose.

That's right, I pick my nose and I roll the little booger ball between my thumb and my finger for quite a few minutes. Now don't get me wrong, you won't see me picking my nose at the bus stop or in the mall. You won't see me picking my nose at the library or while walking down the street. You won't see me picking my nose while in my backyard or while standing in my driveway. You'll only see me me picking my nose in my home.

How is that possible? How can you see me picking my nose in my home?

You can see me because I am under unlawful surveillance. As a matter of fact, I know that I am under unlawful surveillance and that is precisely why I pick my nose with the frequency that I do.

I know that my surveillors are going to put me on display. Apparently, these braindead people think that if they show me in a most unflattering manner, I will cease to speak my mind and they will not be held accountable for their crimes.

Yeah, my enemies are stupid! But what did you expect from losers that work in the radio/broadcast industry?

It's kind of funny actually, cuz it's things like picking my nose that makes it possible for me to prove that they have me under unlawful surveillance. I mean, they wouldn't show people surveillance material that depicted me reading a book, right?

Of course, there are pros and cons to choosing this route. I mean, by choosing to pick my nose and perform other unflattering and disgusting deeds, I'm not going to look very good to the ladies... But really, I'm gay -- Do I really need to be concerned with impressing the ladies? No, absolutely not!

I realize that I'm not going to win any popularity contests or gain any status or special favour by doing the things that I'm doing, and that's just fine with me. After all, I'm not seeking popularity, status, or special favour. I'm seeking justice. I want the authorities to acknowledge what I've been saying all along: I am under unlawful surveillance. I want the authorities to prosecute the criminals that have placed me under unlawful surveillance -- even if the culprits are their own kind.

I'm going to continue to pick my nose and do all those wonderfully disgusting things that my surveillors love to watch and share... I'm going to continue to do those things until I am satisfied that I am no longer under unlawful surveillance and that the people that placed me under surveillance, are in prison.

I don't expect to impress any women by doing this -- More to the point, I can see no reason for me to want to impress any women. After all, I am gay.

Well, to each their own, and to all a good night... Let the war begin and may the nose-picker emerge victorious.

Peace.

EDIT: Oh, people are going to say that I'm desperate... My response to them: Uh Duh!

Yeah, I am desperate! I am under unlawful surveillance because I criticized a crappy radio station! The Sarnia Police won't do anything about it because they're covering up for their friends at Radio Sarnia Lambton. Am I desperate for privacy, civil rights and justice? Hell, yeah!

Am I desperate for a girl? Well, judging by the number of girls that I've rejected in my lifetime, the answer is a most resounding -- No!

But you know how it goes... Gay men never get desperate for girls. Don't ask me why that is... Cuz I really don't know. Actually, I really don't care!