The Life of a Demoniac

Recently, I was asked this by demons: Your iPhone or your life? It sounds like an easy choice to make were it not for the fact that my iPhone is my life (and, yours, too, although you have yet to realize it). It is true that, for this farmer, if would be nigh impossible to give up his hoe, given that a farmer's hoe is the means by which he lives. Same for this soldier and his sword. My iPhone is both to me; without it, there'd be neither harvest nor war, neither progress nor trailblazing. My nemesis, Evil, has viewed my iPhone in similar fashion, and has damaged or destroyed every one I've had: Two months ago, a sucker demon stretched from below me, latched onto my cellphone, and then retracted hard enough to break the screen; the distance between the ground and iPhone: 2 feet Fortunately, a very reasonably priced repair center cut my costs in half; but, bills add up. Less than two months later, the new screen was cracked in a similar way; I have yet to repair it ...

On Quora, someone asked whether it is legal to fetch and display public personal data about people? I answered because I have a little experience publishing personal data about people [ see   PLACES | Demon-infested homes ]—and that under the most extreme circumstances anyone might do this—and I thought that, based on that fact, my answer might add some color and interest that others answers are not likely to have. I think it is indeed colorful, in that, somehow, my answer segues into a series of things you must do prior to publishing personal-but-public information about criminals who committed crimes against you. For the first time since putting people on blast since 2006¸ I've enumerated and described how to prevent increasing crime against you, and otherwise snitch with the likelihood of the least volatile reaction. It was culminated per the counsel of police, the criminals themselves, and their peers—a multitude of other career criminals who did not commit the crimes compla...