Some people in authority, seem to believe that I would enjoy writing appeals and always would feel compelled to do so. Nothing could be further away from the truth. I completely loathe it.
What everything is about, and always have been, is a matter of actual survival. If I don't get my means to pay my rent and bills, I obviously have to both appeal, and beg on the street for money to food.
If I'm slandered with libel in Swedish news for several years in a row, while not being interviewed myself, not getting any jobs, and hardly any booksales because thereof, I have to take it to court. The sooner they try it, the less appeals they'll receive.
Since I'm still being stalked both physically and online, I have to report it to the police, to try to save myself from more harm. The sooner they act on my behalf, the sooner they'll have less reports to deal with.
And, since I didn't want to have to endure all this in Sweden, I tried my best to save myself from it coming, by appealing the Immigration Judge's decision in Honolulu 2011-12, as well as why I went to Germany and Portugal.
It's all about two things: My rights. And saving myself, when others refuse me.
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