This is not a manifesto. It is a written plea for help.
"When you show up in court all crippled in a wheelchair who's going to believe that you lived through the gym"? - A bragging Child-Molester speaking about my eventual demise at the hands of the Child-Molesters, a Saginaw Gang in court only a few years prior to the writing of this website
"All we have to do is haul you into court in Bay City & call your plea for help a manifesto & no one will read it".
This is not a manifesto. It is a written plea for help.
RAPED and STALKED Pray for me. Please?
There's a reason this s the 1st part of my message. The gang brag my dirty cop destroyer WILL begin their letter/report declaring my site is NOT a plea for help but a madman's manifesto everyone can ignore. https://sjolnr.wixsite.com/rapedandstalked
KEEP TRYING!
My website is under constant attack & editing by the gang & rarely works on the first few tries. Don't give up & keep trying to make it work! Please?
Copy my website, share it with your local Police, call a Police Officer or 2, who knows? Maybe one of the wonded, dead or dying was someone in YOUR area? Tell a Federal Agent about my site, tell your family, tell your friends, tell everyone. Please? It's not for me, it's for the children the gang victimized, it's for the children the gang brag they are victimizing now, and it's for the children the gang brag my story will enable them to victimize in the future. It's all about business.
My website is all about opposing their business, their child-molesting & rape business for revenge, blackmail, self-gratification, & profit.
ABOUT
I'm just a guy, stalked for life for profit & revenge. Pray for me? Please?
STAFF Who you'll be up against...
According to Google:
Sleep, especially REM sleep, is important for normal brain development. Animal experiments have shown that REM sleep deprivation during early development leads to permanent deviations in behavior, to alterations in neurotransmitter responses, and to reduced brain volumes.
"As a mid-Michigan... cop you probably are in a rage at having read my website. Please don't hurt me... again"?
Snitches
Evildoers eventual downfall.
Wow! Have I met a ton of people who tell me they hate the gang. Tons (by body weight) who told me they got the goods on the gang & cant wait to reveal all when my story comes out.
CONTACT US
Bay City Police
Vanguards of Molester justice
Bay City Public Schools
Evil is as evil does.
I'll say it bluntly. They are the right arm of the ongoing organized crime assault on the top-secret businesses of the area, ruled by the gang & governed by perversion. I hear they work for peanuts.
Many of the young whores, jocks, & Dirty... cops will come from here or it's nearby counterparts. They will innovate as excellent as possible against your investigation at every opportunity & their dirty...cops will say molesters are not opportunists, they don't innovate, & would never strive for excellence in their perversion IF they did.
"I'd rather be last with God than 1st with the devil". - David A. George while praying to God.
What is REM sleep deprivation?
There are certain situations when REM sleep may be either reduced or absent from sleep. Sleep deprivation due to inadequate total hours of sleep may lead to an absolute reduction in the time spent in REM, but the percentage of the night in REM sleep may actually increase.
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What is the difference between REM and non-REM sleep?
REM stands for rapid eye movement. During REM sleep, your eyes move around rapidly in a range of directions, but don't send any visual information to your brain. That doesn't happen during non-REM sleep. First comes non-REM sleep, followed by a shorter period of REM sleep, and then the cycle starts over again.
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What happens after REM deprivation?
REM rebound is the lengthening and increasing frequency and depth of rapid eye movement (REM) sleep which occurs after periods of sleep deprivation. When people have been prevented from experiencing REM, they take less time than usual to attain the REM state.
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What does REM stand for?
Rapid eye movement
Not getting enough sleep can lead to many health concerns, affecting how you think and feel. During the night, you cycle through two types of sleep: non-rapid eye movement (non-REM) sleep and rapid eye movement (REM) sleep. Your brain and body act differently during these different phases.
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What is the ideal REM sleep?
For healthy adults, spending 20-25% of your time asleep in the REM stage is a good goal. If you get 7-8 hours of sleep, around 90 minutes of that should be REM.
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Can you survive without REM sleep?
Oftentimes damage to this critical part of the brain spells death. However, there are some cases of people who have survived an injury to this region and are living normal lives, but without ever experiencing REM sleep again, said Siegel, who is also affiliated with the VA Greater Los Angeles Healthcare System.
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Does lack of REM sleep cause memory loss?
Poor sleep impairs memory consolidation by throwing off the normal process that draws on both NREM and REM sleep for building and retaining memories. Studies have even found that people who are sleep deprived are at risk of forming false memories
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Can sleep deprivation permanently affect intelligence?
At a more advanced level, sleep deprivation can over-stimulate parts of the brain and even lead to permanent brain damage, according to a report on sleep deprivation among students published by The Guardian. “This is because of the brain's 'neural plasticity' – which means its ability to adapt to new situations.
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HOPE you never have to rely on... cops from here to protect you from rape, or death by pistol/hand grenade. HOPE...
Tell The Doity One & her Boss/Handlers that you support their choice of her as their lead investigator into ALL cases with even 1/10th the murders listed here from now on AND that you're pleased with their decision to call the... cops on the Women's Rape Capital Frontier the sole arbiters of truth! Viva Saginaw... cOPS! Long live the arbiters of truth the Bay City... cOPS!
DREAMS...
We will now explore a place no criminal would ever violate & ponder crimes so evil no one would ever contemplate them let alone perpetrate them on a child.
It's a place protected by the sole-arbiters of truth... The Bay City... cOPS... Sheriffs... & the infallible & unerring... Bay City... f.B.I.
Don't let them ever tell you I didn't call them some nice names. I'll bet what I call them in the above is better than what they call themselves!
No need to thank me oh ye infallible & unerring all-knowing sentinels of... justice & please don't send me any money. Just knowing you're out there protecting the people I've brought up & making their wonderful lives possible is reward enough for me. GULP!
DREAMS...
Did you know that dreaming is arguably the mind's natural state?
That the normal operating mode of the human brain is dreaming? That we have a specific region of the brain that tells us we're not dreaming,that we are awake?
DREAMS...
Did you know that there are drugs out there that can short-circuit or shut off the part of the brain that tells you you're not dreaming?
DREAMS...
Did you know that a person on these drugs actually thinks they are dreaming?
I was well into my teens when I decided to read a book on dreams, to see where I stood compared to others? It seemed innocent enough? Right?
DREAMS...
I leafed through that book, them books & found nothing similar to my dreams.
DREAMS...
Until I got to the nightmare section...
Want the full effect? Listen to this song while you read this page.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNB8r6zttDw
Play it really really loud to get the whole effect...
CALM DOWN... YOU'RE DREAMING...
Plan: A of the gang is this. Placate their victims on their drug or drugs & get them to do things they normally wouldn't do. These "things" range from the mundane, to the silly, to the absurd to the perverse & even to the depths of depravity & comb the nether regions of madness as only the most long-ago bored perverse madmen can imagine.
My point? My point is they drugged me from my youth... time & again... and when I or their other victims started to behave contrary to what they wanted... they just said... "Calm down! You're dreaming"!
My Point? My entire point is this... That they brag it always works, victims almost always infallibly calm down, or begin to do things the gang can film for advantage. Always works. Never fails...
My point? My point will be... that with some people telling them they are dreaming can be a horrible horrible mistake & that for a lot of people who met me... it was the last mistake they ever made.
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It was Circa 1966... I was in my cell. I err... I mean "my crib". Alone. The door was closed. Alone. The room never changed... I was alone. Any second the door might burst open & any number of people would begin inflicting pain on me. But today I was alone...
I had a problem. Waking... was pain. To acquire food... was pain. To relieve myself... meant pain... To leave the room... meant pain... to go anywhere... meant pain... The sum of everyone I knew gleefully inflicted pain on me... but often only after filming an innocent interaction with me....
Pain...
Pain...
PAIN!!!
Even worse? Horrific nightmares had begun plaguing my nights... regularly... pain...
...
...
pain...
Something had to give... I just couldn't take the baby pain anymore...
...
I had to get victory in at least one spot in my life. A place, a regfuge I could escape the horror & the pain that was called my li8fe...
pain...
...
So I pondered where in my life this might be possible?
I was just a baby & I was no match for the combined forces of baby pain who towered over me and happily inflicted agony on me... both physical AND mental...
It was at this point it occurred to me that maybe there was a place in my life I could get victory in...
My dreams...
...
But how?
So I asked around... How do you stop nightmares anyway?
People's answers are irrelevant here... because quickly I came under my family's scrutiny & here's how...
My Mother (Honor Honor Honor) told me the mind of a child is innocent & incapable of evil & that my reports of nightmares were obviously lies & would be forbidden by her & enforced by the might of the sum of my family by force...
Pain...
Yeah... they did indeed force it...
Pain...
Pain at my every inquiry of how to end nightmares no matter who I asked...
Pain...
Pain...
Pain...
...
I kept asking... Oh how better may the lives of many have been had I OBEYED the commands of my family to not ask how to end nightmares?
Willful brat that I was... As though the pain I was enduring was excuse for my disobedience & my excuse that I was at the end of my baby rope sickens me...
Pain...
In the fleeting seconds between pain I asked people... anyone near me... anyplace... everyplace... how to end nightmares... most told me the nightmares would never end until I confronted them...
Sitting in my cell...
Pondering the pain...
I pondered the word they so often used... "confront". I knew what it meant.
Pain...
Something had to be done...Hmmmmm.... "confront"? Hmmmm...
...
So I hatched a plan... A plan designed to bring an abrupt halt to the pain in a full 1/3rd of my life...
I'd "confront" my dreams... The plan morphed several times but... in the end it all came down to a single easy to remember plan perfect for those semi-lucid moments in my dreams...
At every occurrence where I realized I was dreaming I would kill everyone around me.
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I was a Christian... I knew it was hardly a Christian thing to do... But I was so close to the baby edge...
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I thought i was sooooooooo clever...
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It took me nearly 30 years to undo this...
...
The worst part? I'm not entirely sure undoing it was in my best interest?
The horror...
DESCRIBE A FEW OF THESE "DREAMS" FOR US... I know they'll ask...
Sure...
I might be who knows where in my baby dream... later my toddler dream, later my teen dream... & still later my adult dreams...
They were good dreams... fun, filled with nice people & we were often doing nice & fun things...
And then...
And then I had a lucid moment... The world might ripple or I just pondered to myself... "I'm dreaming. Time to start killing".
It didn't matter where I was, who was around me for the most part... or what we were doing...
I just started killing everyone around me...
Every...
Single...
Time...
Again... for the full effect... play this song... very loudly & read this tale...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0YR7cflSSQ
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And you
Can bring me to my knees
Again
All the times
That I could beg you please
In vain
All the times
That I felt insecure
For you
And I leave
My burdens at the door
But I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times
That I felt like this won't end
It's for you
And I taste
What I could never have
It was from you
All those times
That I cry my intentions
Full of pride
But I waste
More time than anyone
But I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times
That I've cried
All that's wasted
It's all inside
And I feel all this pain
Stuffed it down
It's back again
And I lie
Here in bed
All alone
I can't mend
But I feel
Tomorrow will be okay
But I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
Circa 1971-1972ish... WHERE WERE YOU? Here's where I was ...
It was after a night of mundane dreaming... kill... kill... kill... ho mun. Same old... same old...
Go here... kill people... go there... kill people. Guns... knives... hand to hand... improvised weapons... If you'd asked me to describe it I might have used the word... "mundane"...
My Cousin summoned me...
He wanted to gloat...
He'd arranged to "borrow me" for an extended time with my family...
He described setting me up in a lilttle village of sorts off the beaten path where his gang practiced & refined getting me to kill poeople over & over by convincing me to wander from door to door based on what he knew were my dream...
He bragged they'd had lots & lots of fun...
I told him I didn't buy a single word of it...
So he described "my dreams"... "Ever notice that there was always ammunition in the closets & in the kitchen drawers everyplace you went"? As I ran out of ammo they placed it in front of me... predictably...
It'd been an awsome week... glorious.... he was in his glory... it was epic on epic fun...
And then his face turned serious...
Did I remember I hurt several of the children... & other participants?
I told him it was hard to sort out who lived & who ided and who was injured & who was faking it... while I looked down trying to sort it all out...
...
He told me I'd hurt a lot of their people. So many in fact that they decided way too many knew about it... and had very real grudges against him... and myself...
So at the end The Bosses had decided to unleash me drugged on some communities in distant states & filmed all of out involvement...
"You killed a lot of people". Spread out... over multiple states... all on film...
...
I pondered what he said...
...
We just stood there a while...
...
We just stood there... a long time...
...
We just stood there...
...
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WHERE WERE YOU? Here's where I was ... Follow-up..
Actually My Cousin had a lot to say...
According to him the problems began almost immediately that week. He said it all stemmed from the giddy care-free way I approached the subject of killing anyone anyplace anytime any way suggested. The care-free way I killed innocent & not-so-innocent victims as they were presented to me in the gang's numerous "skits" where they all too easily convinced me to kill people over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over & over... well, you get the idea? Usually with blanks but with rubber knives & actors knives (you stab, the blade retracts into the hilt) & other imaginative ways.
Why was that a problem I wondered? If they were a pack of recreational serial-killers shouldn't that have been no problem? I should've been among kindred spirits if what he said was true. Right?
Not so My Cousin told me. You see the gang live as the white knights, the good guys,in the room, they always have the moral high-ground especially when compared to their demonized victims they are raping & torturing. Demonized to ease their people's sensibilities. Framed to ridiculous degrees so as to make a room full of baby-killing madmen & women feel good about themselves while unwittingly plying their raping, killing, & baby-torturing ways on innocent victims. To make the room full of recreational serial-raping lying cheating torturing child murderers feel good when they torture their victims.
He said the gang, about 30 of them & 3... cops worked in shifts & they felt really good about themselves torturing me... really really really good. Self-righteousness began to envelope the gang this time.
He said the problems began after 3 days. The assembled gang, (who had other projects going on at the same time) all agreed I surely had to be the very worst scumbag any of them had ever encountered. They asked My Cousin & his Confederates for permission to kill me for the good of society (at the least) & they were turned down no matter how well they argued their case.
Problem was that the team had killed this perceived scumbag here & that demonized victim there & now here the child who was surely the worst of the worst scumbags any of them had ever had the pleasure of torturing, the worst mass-murderer they'd ever encountered was going to go free & the gang of just vigilantes were going to be denied removing the worst of the worst kid from the living & watch as he returned to society? Unacceptable!
So the gang decided to take matters into their own hands... using their various contacts on high in the gang of their own they sought permission to kill... me. Very quickly an unacceptable number of people were all involved in a plot to kill me that way too many people knew about now.
Soooooo... according to him the Big Bosses got involved. They broke the team into small groups, sent them out with their dirty... cops into other states (6 teams in all) & each group was told they were the weak link & that they had to get me to kill innocents in a distant state to shut them up. The... cops had each killed 2 victims he confirmed.
People died. Lots of innocent people... "Don't you remember killing them"?
What could I do but stand there & listen to My Cousin?
The house was empty when we'd began. Now the 2 of us silently stood before each other for a long time. Then one at a time my Mother's extended family & grande party regulars filtered in. They silently passed us standing there, no attempt was made to engage us in conversation & they entirely avoided eye contact with us or even touching us in the narrow confines of the house.
Eventually, My Cousin & I just went our separate ways...
About a week later My Cousin expressed disappointment I hadn't gone to the police. Why not?
Being I was required to answer him I did. I told him I wasn't stupid enough to even think about reporting this incident to the police. I had no idea where it happened, no idea who any of them were, & just knew better than to tell the... cops. Besides I had lots better things than that to report & once the... cops investigated them we'd get to the harder to prove stuff later.
I had a way of not amusing My Cousin. Yeah... I was stupid like that.
My Cousin said it was a shame I hadn't gone to the... cops. He'd have reflected my accusations back at me, been done with me, & be getting rid of me as we spoke. Instead he was going to order his team disbanded. He'd tell them all to not talk about anything & in a year send guys out to see if anyone talked or could be made to talk. Those who talked would die. Some children, some teens, some were men & women.& a few were... cops. The rest would be asked about it all and anyone who broke down or showed weakness would die. They were all finished in the biz (as far as he was concerned) based on how they handled the situation.
My Cousin told me he was backing off from torturing me for a few months. He wanted me to know it wasn't because he'd forgotten me or was scared, just that he was going to wait for things to cool down & then resume "the ordeal in the back hall".
A much needed break from the gang of madmen? Go figure huh? I was not greatful.
Now the team hated me & their families would surely hate me. Particularly if any of them died & surely for their "blackballing" which they would be told was because of me to make them hate me all the more. I'd cost the gang a highly trained experienced team of regulars & that was unacceptable. People have died for less & the gang would not forget what I'd cost them.
He bragged a few of the team members had already been promised a chance to injure or even kill me "in the ordeal in the back hall" & I'd be seeing them 1 or 2 at a time here and there when it resumed.
Whatever...
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CALM DOWN! YOU'RE DREAMING!!! Yeah... they would...
So there I was.... it happened a bunch of times in my teens & 20s. The gang impressed upon me they have a saying to placate their drugged victims who become agitated & it always works. Always. "Calm down. You're dreaming". Hey it even worked on me... sometimes. Like this....
So there I was... in my teens & some pretty girl my age would slap me about the head. Then wait 10 to 15 seconds while my memory reset & then smack me again. Smiling the whole time.
After a time I too became... "agitated" & protested to which she authoritatively replied. "Calm down! You're dreaming"! I think it may have worked a few times. But this time she said it to a guy who killed most nights in his dreams for little or no provocation.
I thought to myself. "So I'm dreaming huh? Time to start killing". Kinda with a boring, mundane, same old same old kinda attitude actually. So I split my fingers into a v... & poked her eyes out!
She screamed! It ruined the festive mood of the party goers & Duh Jerk tried his hardest through drugs & intimidation to get the party started again after they carted the threat-screaming woman off.
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Another time it was a little boy... maybe 7, maybe 8. He too smacked me in the face over & over delighting at his ability to wait for my memory to reset so he could do it again.
I became semi-lucid &... "agitated".
He said "Calm down you're dreaming"!
"Oh? I'm dreaming? I kill people who irritate me in my dreams". So I leaped up and slammed him against the table & grabbed his head & twisted it with all my might! Maybe it was the music that drowned out the noise? Maybe it's just that little kid's necks don't make as much noise as adult necks when you snap them. I squared off against the 4 Stars & their Jocks & they cautiously approached me the whole while I kept just forcing his neck over & over.
Little girl? Yeah. One of them too. She never saw it coming & the gang could do nothing to stop me but hold me & wait for their sedatives to kick in while I reamed on her neck with all my might. Just some little girl at a party. One of their parties. Another rapist whore who liked her job, one of... them. I hear the footage is quite damning. You see one of their scams I should've emphasised more is to torment a victim & drug them. Then when the sleep-deprived victim comes to later on their drug(s?) cocktail they think no time has passed. So you'll do things like seemingly attack the innocent at social occasions for no reason. The gang brag that to even whine about it to Police is all the evidence they need to bury a victim. Infallible...
There were others. I don't think I ever wrote about these ones before, lest the reader assume overlap with other tales.
I asked Duh Jerk & Fag Boy & Duh Weasel how could they let this go on? They all answered the same usually. "I don't care who gets hurt".
In all the time I've dealt with the molester community their leaders seem to have unlimited number who they care nothing about. Indeed Duh Jerk grinned ear to ear at every slaying & Fagboy laughed heartily at nearly all of them.
I asked more talkative child-molesters & they told me the gang owned the local Coroners & could write off any death & with their assortment of dirty Police they could write off every injury as an accident or unsolved crime they could bring to bear against their victims at any time.
In my opinion the only thing worse than being their victim is being one of them!
As of now I've given up my disrespectful to Police ways so I'll leave this message. Here goes.
Laugh Police Officer. Laugh.
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DRUGGED BEATDOWNS... All the proof they need...
Short, simple, & to the point. Every so many years the gang, 4 stars, Munger Boy 5, Jocks, & victim/members took me from place to place & beat me up seemingly in justified vigilante attacks while I was sleep-deprived & almost always on their strength reducing drug(s?).
Take me here to a party, beat me up on film. Take me there with dirty cop teams & ambulance crews on stand-by & beat me up there.
"I want proof that you're not tough and that The Gym could never have happened".
A lot of Police told me they saw the films. I got what I deserved.
Whatever...
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"So Far Away"
This is my life
It's not what it was before
All these feelings I've shared
And these are my dreams
That I'd never lived before
Somebody shake me
'Cause I I must be sleeping
And now that we're here
It's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all the mistakes
One life contained
They all finally start to go away
And now that we're here
It's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
And I can forgive
And I'm not ashamed
To be the person that I am today
These are my words
I've never said before
I think I'm doing okay
This is the smile
That I've never shown before
Somebody shake me 'cause I
I must be sleeping
And now that we're here
It's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all the mistakes
One life contained
They all finally start to go away
And now that we're here
It's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
I can forgive
And I'm not ashamed
To be the person that I am today
I'm so afraid of waking
Please don't shake me
Afraid of waking
Please don't shake me
Now that we're here
It's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all the mistakes
One life contained
They all finally start to go away
And now that we're here
It's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
And I can forgive
And I'm not ashamed
To be the person that I am today
HOW YOU ASK???
"Since you're dreaming why not take this gun & go kill that guy"?
Did I you ask reader?
"Eventually"... Now & then... Here & there....
What's the difference between my story & theirs you ask?
My story has thousands of witnesses & nearly as many participants & requires that every single one of them testifying against me keep a very narrowly defined lie spread out over half a decade.
Duh Jerk's recommended Weapon of Choice:for torture
1) Lethal
2) Concealable
3) Few shots (in case a victim or a guard gets a little crazy)
4) Long reload time (in case a victim gets more ammo)
5) It keeps the spent cartridges in 1 place for ease of dispersal at crime sites.
6) Operates blank-type rounds better than other pistols
7) Cheap (the single most important factor for a guy so cheap he squeaks)
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"You don't make money working for them, you obey"! - Common Child-Molester saying
"I'm sick of writing this website".
- David A. George 9-6-24
WHY ME?
WONT ANYONE HELP?
PLEASE?
WHY ME? WHY?
According to Google:
Sleep, especially REM sleep, is important for normal brain development. Animal experiments have shown that REM sleep deprivation during early development leads to permanent deviations in behavior, to alterations in neurotransmitter responses, and to reduced brain volumes.
YOUR FAMILY ARE GOING TO SET YOU UP TO DIE!!! My life according to Snitchgirl...
Lesson One: I don't believe a word that comes out of a member of that gang's mouth. Never did. I'm not a Bay City... cop who trust them implicitly, them & their "reliable informants" & paid & unpaid "Confidential Informants". I'm not an easily gulled mid-Michigan... cop. Of course IF my case ever does go public the entire defense (yeah, I said defense) of the... cops will be that you can trust the sum total of their child-molesters on staff. The same batch of... cops & bad guys who let the neighboring county of Saginaw County become the rapingest place in the country... literally. "The Bay City & Saginaw Police trust them & now so do you". They'll likely tell any agency tasked with aiding them.
Recap: I do not believe a single word anyone from the gang says.
Snitchgirl came to me. She said she had the inside scoop. on the gang's latest plan to kill me. My Mother (Honor Honor Honor) had said we couldn't go to visit the coming science train. It was a train filled with science exhibits & stuff that was going to visit Bay City. She told me that now My Mother (I feel like a lil more Hounour is due here. Honor Honor Honor) would change her mind & take My Bro with me (a very non-sciencey kinda guy). Working with the Police the gang would cut me off in a car, drug & kill me, & have their dirty... cops there to be 1st on the scene. My family would cry on command & the... cops would be left with a list of suspects a mile long. Literally. Kill me or not if worst came to worst My Mother would be there to cover for the hit team & was instructed to punish me severely for when the gang counterattacked me by calling the cops on me before we I could call them on them. It'd be a weeks long pain & deprivation fest... like so often happened in my life as a child.
Me? I didn't buy it one bit but she'd been a useful source of information in the past & I took what she said with a grain of salt (unlike I suspect ALL mid-Michigan... cops would do, accepting it as absolute truth because of who it'd come from).
I was a little surprised when My Mother (a little more Hounour? Sure! Honor Honor Honor) announced she'd changed her mind & we'd be going to the science train when it came... with... wait for it... My Bro.
So we went there. Got there early & were decently close to the front of the line I heard stretched for more than a mile.
We wandered the train. My Mother talked me into the lead & I went onto the train. Fascinated by the science but a bit wary.
About mid way through the train , keeping a good eye on My Mother she disappeared as we switched cars & My Bro dashed off ahead. Men & women formed a wall at both exits to the car & a team of men & women came at me with syringes.
The logistics of it were they were arguing with people trying to both get them off the car in the direction I was going & trying to keep them out in the direction I came from. It was heated in one group.. So the gang walked & tried to encircle me in a seemingly polite fashion.
Me? I quick stepped to the exit, focused my eyes beyond the door guards & said something like. "There's no problem here Officer". While the gang came at my back the guys at the door turned around to look & I smashed through them. Not too hard but I'll bet it was uncomfortable. I'll bet it hurt their pride more than anything else.
A few of the witnesses demanded to know why they'd come at me with syringes & the gang maintained Lie A: A lie so clever no mid-Michigan... cop would ever believe a child-molester could come up with it nor have the lack of ethics to tell it. "It's the only way we can give him his medicine".
Me? I said it was a kidnapping & retreated 2 cars ahead. My Bro caught up to me in seconds & had a "What me"? attitude.
My Mother caught up soon enough & was furious with me demanding to know what had become of me?
Me? I lied & told her I was so amazed by all the train had to offer I hadn't noticed she'ed fallen behind.
In a few cars the 2 Uniformed on duty Bay City... cops tasked with protecting the train's innards came up on me. I saw them coming & deflected My Mother's interest with an exhibit. The pair accused me of assaulting the men whom I'd smashed past. I'd injured them badly. & was going to be arrested.
Me? I asked to see s bruise? A boo-boo? I challenged the possibility a child like me could hurt the big men & when I saw witnesses to it all I summoned them over. The ... cops & the gang couldn't wait to get away from me them & it was My Bro who pointed out the Police to My Mother who briskly walked up when they chose to flee.
She demanded answers. NOW!
So I told her it was innocent chat.
She was furious! But didn't have any ammo to further any argument & those... cops were long gone when she tried to pursue them.
A few of the witnesses asked. "Are you his mother? Those guys tried to kidnap him" Pointing to my retreating accusers.
Angry to her maximum My Mother demanded answers of me. NOW!
I told her surely the people were mistaken. Who'd be stupid enough to do such a thing in public and if such a thing happened I would've at least mentioned it to the nice police? Right? Then I ushered her away from the now irritated witnesses as best I could & resumed the tour..
Wasn't that about the time Snitchgirl 1st moved away? Then moved back & Duh Jerk said the act would make my accusations against her & the gang seem silly & made up, yeah, cause no one leaves for a while & comes back to anyplace, especially not with school records proving whatever they prove, right? Duh Jerk promised me a few times Snitchgirl would be armed with documents & signed & dated photos proving she couldn't possibly have been in the area during certain crimes.
Snitchgirl was tasked with teasing me. She said the... cops had switched their name tags before meeting me & I had no idea who they really were. So score a victory for the gang. The kidnappers (possibly murderers) had fled out the back leaving by the entrance so I had no chance to beat them up. Score 2 for the gang.
Me? I countered. Lots of people were filming the train inside & out. The 2 cops on the 1st day of the Train were probably well documented by film. As for the Kidnappers (likely murderers) I knew for a fact lots of people were filming all along the line. Them being the only group of people leaving by the entrance would make for a great film one day. I used to like to predict that one day face recognition cameras would be much better & if the film ever became public we'd all discuss the situation in public. She looked sick to her stomach. So did Duh Jerk.
As for beating anyone up I said if I'd wanted to attack, I would've. No one had gotten away as I hadn't tried to attack or pursue anybody.
Later he sent Snitchgirl (or so she told me) to tell me the gang was going to make an effort to seize every single film made that day because they had a copy & had a film record of everyone who'd been filming that day.
See what weirdness of mouth I have to put up with?
The Parrot with a badge sounds off. "RARWK! Because no one would do that to someone".
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THE GOAL... yeah, I would...
My ultimate goal? well that would be a world filled with peace & love. A place where I had long ago forgave all of my enemies who were truly repentant in their hearts. My goal ultimately is to use prayer knowledge, wisdom, & love combined with actually telling people the Gospel how to get saved to facilitate helping Jesus to drag as many people as possible to Heaven where I believe they will enjoy their best possible eternity.
Sadly, I'm afraid not everyone I've met is going to make it to Heaven. For any Readers who don't want to go there I hear Hell is a dry heat,. My advice is to light a match daily to get yourself used to the Sulphur smell.
The Goal? My goal? I picture an investigator, one's who's likely not too bright (probably works as a mid-Michigan... cop) asking me what was your goal in writing that website?
I'll try my best to suppress the urge to tease them. What? You read my website & you don't know?
Soooo... I'll explain it simply, so the simple or even the addled might understand.
My goal was to write a website to facilitate my living alive AND free in America, land that I love.
My goal is to get my attackers to walk away, leave me alone, quit attacking me. But I don't see that as an option. I still pray for them.
You'll notice, if you are wise Reader at no point anywhere did I mention I want to be rich, famous, nor infamous. Fame doesn't interest me & I'm already rich in my heart. Call it the curse of having a 3D imagination where the most expensive toys are just a thought aw3ay.
Well, them'z mu gowlz foulkz!
I decided about a decade ago, when I foolishly decided to write my story in a vain, stupid, & pathetic attempt to get my stalkers off me. YES! I was that dumb. Stupid to even try, better I'd taken up the hobby of watching paint dry. Watching stars to see if any of them move, or snail racing? Idano, what are the popular sports nowadays? I decided that, if somehow I could get the Police to investigate my claims, if somehow I could get the Police to help me, that if somehow I could live free from the gang's tyranny in my life, that I'd reward myself. To that end I told myself that if I won, I'd treat myself to a few things. Like these.
1: When I was a little kid I always wondered why there was no Speed Racer Movie? When it came out, I missed it in the theaters, i figured I'd catch it on the big screen someplace but I never saw it available. So I decided that, if I could shake off the gang, get them off my back, and out of my rectum, that I would indulge myself, reward myself by watching the Speed Racer. Maybe even with popcorn, milk duds, and a diet soda? The last 3 aren't part of the goal, I just added them here. Alas, I fear I might never watch Speed Racer, at least not in this lifetime. Sigh...
2: I'd read the Elric Saga. A tale of an outcast King & his magic sword. I never read Book 5 (4?). I learned Elric got married 7 his wife perished, people don't last for long around him, sadly.
3: The most self-indulgent & twisted of any goal ever written. The gang used to tease me in my teens & early 20s, that I'd best never let any of them catch me sitting, watching kids play in a park, or playground. To do so would be to hand them instant victory. Tons of'em said it & I did in fact not do it. So, my goal, my reward for throwing the gang off of me, would be to sit where I had a good view of a playground, and cry. even as I write this I can feel the pent up sorrow. The emotional energy. Cry, not sobbing... just watch children genuinely having fun, and cry. How long? I cant say, hopefully not long. Alas, I fear that day might never come. I'll just do what I always do, push the hurt down deep deep deep & go on in life.
To avoid tearing up, I'm going to stop writing now. May God bless every Reader.
Amen.
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"A victim endorses our lies when they repeat them".
Really? Do I have to? Can they tell a bazillion lies & when they don't pan out I will have failed because I had to endorse them all? Really? You cops STILL falling for that? Really? Trully?
Sigh...