There were hidden and illegal cameras in my last apartment, and everyone who is part of the conglomerate knows it.

https://youtu.be/lw6KvWbSCDI

I AM HOMELESS ANYWAY!  HOMELESS FOR THE FIFTH YEAR SINCE 2011!  

There was nothing I could do.  All of the bystanders to the crime committed against me in that apartment were also perpetrators.  They don't think about it that way, because "all" they were doing was "watching."  

Before I confronted the property management about the hidden, illegal cameras and said I'd take all legal action that I could (ha, ha, I knew that I was so poor that nobody would help me) if the cameras weren't removed:

After I wrote in emails, which were never threatening or inappropriate, that the cameras needed to be removed:

After I told the law firm for the property management that I would not stop saying that the cameras were in the apartment and that I would not stop insisting that the cameras be removed:

After I received the January 5, 2017 letter, I finally went to the police, who did not know how to investigate for hidden, illegal cameras and did not take responsibility for their technological incompetence; I took the fall for that, also, because the police found no evidence from their 5-minute search of the apartment that I was telling the truth. The failure of the police to correctly investigate my report was taken as final evidence that I wasn't telling the truth, that I was delusional and/or lying.  

When I say that there was nothing that I could do, I'm saying that I did everything that I could and I lost.

There was no agency whose job it is to protect my rights that I didn't contact, no individual resource whom I didn't contact; either nobody believed me or nobody knew what to do.  What the people who are portraying victim advocates as being out to put every man on the planet behind bars do not seem to want to know is how often victims of various abuses are treated skeptically by the people whose job it is to help them, who frequently either do not believe them or offer what they think of as being enough support by listening to the victims talk about what's wrong and then refusing to take an active role in advocating for the victims' rights, or by having no useful training that can stop the onslaught by the lying side's manipulation of every system that is supposed to be the basis of a democracy where you don't have to be rich to have rights.  

The conglomerate watched me scramble to save my housing in that apartment for 5 months and laughed its ass off, and it hasn't stopped laughing since.  Occasionally, it briefly pauses in its laughter to pretend to consider that I might not deserve to be the victim of a crime, but the conglomerate does that without acknowledging that what has happened to me is a crime or that the conglomerate has caused this crime to happen to me.  

There is no emotion that my years of being abused by the conglomerate have caused me to experience as often or as intensely as helplessness.  I do everything that I can not to have that helplessness decide what I feel and what I do in the seemingly permanent cage of abuse that the conglomerate's viciousness forces me to take with me everywhere, and the conglomerate laughs at that, too.  The laughter of a despot is much more than the expression of an emotion; it is the declaration of a death sentence.