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.
The Full Story
About very public kidnappings.
Public pub·lic adjective
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1. of or concerning the people as a whole.
"public concern"
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2. done, perceived, or existing in open view.
"he wanted a public apology in the Wall Street Journal"
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ordinary people in general; the community.
"the library is open to the public" or "he was kidnapped on the street in front of witnesses in public"
This page is dedicated to the very public, often in broad daylight kidnappings of myself by Duh Jerk, the 4 Stars, & their gang hosted by their army of Dirty... cOPS. "IN PUBLIC"!!!
Let me emphasize by repeating it, "public kidnappings".
Cop's reply? "How'd they kidnap you"?
The answer? No matter what I say they call it a pack of lies, well, between secretly admitting they KNOW it's true that is.
"We've all had sex with children. It's the one thing that binds us. It's the one thing that we've all done". - Duh Jerk lots of times to me.
Their Mission
As near as I can tell the gang are an organized religeon who's goals are primarily to buy & sell drugs, make child porn, control & provide child prostitution, & to blackmail "the masses" whom I'll define as formerly innocent tax-paying citizens.
Their Founding Vision
A ton of the gang have bragged to me this concept. "We're all child-molesters. We've all had sex with children. It's the one thing that we've all done".
While this singular truth is in fact literally a matter of public record regarding mid-Michigan Satanic religion the Police & the gang are still allowed to publicly gaslight on the subject. "What gang? There's no child-molester gang"?
I've often heard from... cOPS who knew the very Molesors I write about, knew they were in fact career child-porn manufacturers & publicly, in unifom & at their posts said to me in front of their peers (to more effectively dismiss me & impress their uniformed & on duty peers) said. "I know those guys. They're nice guys. They wouldn't do something like that".
That's in-between them... cOPS boasting that they were all way to good at their jobs, & that mid-Michigan has no organized child-molesting gangs. PERIOD!
My rebuttal?
"Respectfully Officers, I humbly disagree with your assessment of your area's criminals".
THE PAGE THEME...
When I created this page, the day I created this page it was with the goal of writing about the bazillion everyday kidnappings committed on my person, often in broad daylight with a whole lot of witnesses. I felt I underrepresented the sheer enormity of my public FILMED kidnappings so I endeavored to create a page to address the subject. I hope to write more, God willing, but do not relish rehashing the kidnappings & writing the tales, re-opening the old wounds for public viewing.
Today is 6-5-23 & it's months later & there is little writing on this page thus far. Frankly I've had a bazillion other tales I had to cover, things just too important to leave untold before my likely coming final showdown with the gang. I perceive that I get one last chance at this in the public arena & I've got to put all of my trump cards on the table while the gang gets to play all of their trump cards one at a time.
They brag their plan is a bazillion lies, once told will obfuscate their crimes & render them impervious to prosecution because it'll create a cloud of "reasonable doubt" that many... cops seem to think they are bound by like a jury is (they are in fact not bound by the same code of reasonable doubt as a jury may be instructed to be).
It contrasts with my plan which is a simple one. The truth shall set you free.
We shall see?
"Now you have to make a porno with these little girls or die". - Duh Jerk surrounded by the 4 Stars, as army of Jocks, Dirty Cop himself, & about 5 8-11 year old girls in a posh curtained bedroom film set while standing in The Defunct Hospital.
"Now you have to make a porno with these little girls or we'll torture you & keep you awake until you go insane". - Duh Jerk spoke this to me (the Author of this website) surrounded by the 4 Stars, as army of Jocks, Dirty Cop himself, & about 5 8-11 year old girls in a posh curtained bedroom film set while standing in The Defunct Hospital just after I told him. "Go ahead". When he'd threatened to kill me if I wouldn't make the child-porn. Oddly enough the 4 Stars repeated the sentence for weeks to come as they worked in shifts with their army of... cops & Jocks to keep me awake & while beating me between electric shocks.
"Exactly what part of weird & perverse are you having trouble understanding"? - Me, explaining the gang's weird & perverse nature to... cops who challenged the very notion
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Violating the laws of english right in front of them? Not the 1st laws mid-Michigan... cOPS turn their eyes from. I can only hope to make it the last for some dirty... cops out there.
The Laws of English I openly break & the insults I openly make on the specific advice of law enforcement Officers are all unique & symbolic, as opposed to the random schoolyard insults I've frequently endured from mid-Michigan's finest, at their posts, on duty, & in uniform. Between occasional threats of violence AND actual literal kidnappings.
3 FOR THE PRICE OF 1??? Or should I say 5??? More???
Soooooo... you might ask, hard to do if you're a chuckling mid-Michigan... cOP or FBI... aGENT I'd suppose, but you might ask? "Describe some of these public kidnappings"?
Well... Sirs. It's like this. They boast they kidnap me typically using dirty... cOPS or children with syringes or tasers then often immediately obtain samples, physical samples as soon as we are secreted out of view in the van they so often use. Blood & whatever body fluid, quickly inserting needles, taking the samples, then drugging me with what they've often told me is the date-rape drug to erase my memory of the incident.
Yeah, Sirs. I begged the "general public", the witnesses for help & often simply advised them to run from the situation. Prompting the gang to have their dirty tell everyone to not leave & to take down their names & addresses. They tell me the dirty... cOPS also seize any films taken (a necessity in this age of everyone carrying cellphones". Cell Phone jammers are standard use & while counseling people to flee I tell them 'you want proof? your cell phone wont work! it's because they're using a cell phone jammer"! It breaks my heart to see the gang's future victims calmly standing there & giving their vital data to the gang. Especially when those dirty... cOPS deputize the child army around them to obtain the data (so they can move on more quickly". My retort being. "No cop deputizes kids! This is a kidnapping! RUN! Get out of here! If you have a car leave it because they'll just trace you by your license plate number"! Sadly, extremely few people ever heeded my warning.
The dirty... cOPS or... aGENTS assured the public. "He always does this kind of stuff. He'll be okay once he gets his medicine".
I recall only a few times, where after they doped me up Jerk & the 4 Stars paraded me handcuffed around the crowd assuring them I was all calm now that I'd gotten my medicine. "See? He's okay now. Ask him".
Sadly, standing there in the midst of my kidnappers & their dirty... cOPS & aGENTS injected with who knows what drug(s?) I assured everyone on film... ON FILM that these were my friends & I was okay now".
Picture if you will Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars grinning from ear to ear at this time. Their Dirty... cOP or aGENTS load me into the vehicle without struggle.
Picture occasionally becoming lucid. I'm strapped to a table in the midst of a party where I'm the focus, the entertainment. My pants are around my ankles & whosoever will sodomizes me or performs whatsoever act they wish on me.
At some of the parties Duh Jerk stands at my head & councils partygoers to be careful. "Keep your hands away from his face. He's a biter. He's bitten off a few fingers". Other times he advises them not to seek oral sex from me no matter how long they imagine they might beat me to make me comply. Noting I'd bitten off the members of several partiers who hadn't heeded his warning. Threatening that one day they'd take my teeth a few at a time as revenge & to facilitate many upcoming films where I could one day. "You can struggle all you want once we knock out all of your teeth but some guys like that sort of thing. They claim it makes it feel better".
Parties where, the presumably "innocent" (I doubt innocence, but hey, it could happen, right?) put their fingers close to my head occur. I show no mercy, neither do they. More adults & kids are maimed for life & a chuckling madman apologizes saying I was "in character" & play acting, if they didn't like it they could fight the army of Jocks. Picture 9-fingered men dripping blood & shouting threats at me. Some attack & a few get in some good licks.
At these party's some people ask if they may beat me & Duh Jerk says I like that sort of thing. When I protests & deny the statement he says. "He's in character. He likes the rape fantasy & he'll say that but it's okay". They beat me & have sex with me. Flipping me over & strapping me to the table so the women can have a shot at the fun.
The restraining is accomplished often by a vest & restraints with fasteners. The gang uses chains strategically placed that are pulled through eyelets that improve their leverage allowing a team to pull me into position in a well-practiced & coordinated move. Into the room, onto the table, flipping me over, then even while releasing me so they can more easily cuff & shackle me.
At other parties I'm told the loud music plays because the general public is invited to have their way with me. All of it's members are future blackmailed rapists who'll be an army willing to do anything to cover up the day they raped me. It's at these parties my 3+ tales take place.
Like I said, usually Duh Jerk or the 4 Stars took turns standing at my head & supervising the rape. Duh Jerk said he attended. "Because I'm tired of how often he has escaped". Apparently, according to the self-professed professional liar, child rapist, & recreational baby-killer I'm more slippery than some of his other victims. His complaint, his words, not mine.
This time, these times Jerk & The 4 Stars were nowhere to be seen. The music blared loud & I'll start with the tale of a huge Jock. I became lucid at a party strapped to a table being sodomized. Often, some of the party goers tried to talk to me, some even tipped me (for the record I never got to keep a penny of the cash). The loud music prevented all but the most dedicated from chatting.
In the few moments where I got them to listen to me I begged to be freed while they often begged me to get out of character, they liked me & wanted to date me. EWWWWWW!!!
But that huge Jock. I'd seen him before. Plenty of times. He was one of 2 watching over me. If you could call it that. I'd call it partying & looking around & enjoying the party a lot while simultaneously trying to watch me, some. He'd personally thwarted my escapes a few times at other locations. Being big & powerful I knew if he could get a grip on me, it was likely all over. Especially with the troops he had to back him up.
Picture an admirer bending over the table & shouting into my ear who was begging me to drop my character, to date me. We needed to exchange data. He had a lot of money & could provide a comfortable life for me he said.
I stuck to my guns & I asked him to free me?
He said he'd been told I was in character & if he fell for letting me go he'd be ejected by... by me.
I told him this was a kidnapping & asked him to free me. So he did just that, freeing a single hand, I undid the rest.
Often, you'll see in my writings I'd carried a knife secretly for just such an emergency. The worst part? There were many times where that could've helped me escape but their drug(s?) robbed me of that recollection at that moment. This time I recalled it, checked for it, & pulled out my knife.
Then I walked up behind my nemesis, the man who'd thwarted many an escape attempt by me, my kidnapper, & I unceremoniously slit his throat making sure to go deep on the side about the jugular vein!
WOW! Did he look surprised! So did his partner in crime who watched the geyser of blood spray out of his throat! The man dropped in a few seconds.
Someone cut the music. I told the room that this was in fact a kidnapping & that I was leaving & that I'd kill anyone who tried to stop me. The 2nd Jock, a man whom I knew had seen films of me killing people wanted no part of stopping me. He threatened me he'd call for help as soon as I left the room & they'd just catch me again. I informed the room that that was proof this was in fact a kidnapping. He looked exposed on the film I'd suppose (the camera being on a tripod right there) & I left.
I recall walking out... fade to black...
2 more? Just read the above story. These times I did in fact slit throats again. Once with a knife, another time I put a punch bowl in a thick tablecloth & broke it, then used the sharp edge to cut a Jock's throat. I recall walking out into the streets of a big city a snitch would later tell me was Detroit where the local Police arrested me for the gang before I got very far. When I asked why I didn't recall any of that he told me it was because the... cops arrested me & Jerk & The 4 Stars were there to quickly administer the date-rape drug & to assure witnesses I could be ignored. I was in fact an escaped mental patient.
It's only trivia to add that one time I escaped in their leather restraint vest & asked witnesses to consider that no escaped mental patient fresh out of the hospital wear BDSM vests.
Yeah, I recall fighting my way out of a few. Lots of injuries, mostly adults, sometimes teens & even little kids got hurt, badly! Did some live? Some die? Idano? I didn't get a chance to conduct any autopsies & am not qualified to do so if I tried.
I dedicate this tale of injured, crippled, & dying teens & children to laughing mid-Michigan... cOPS & chuckling FBI. It's due to the fine law-investigation work of... cOPS &... aGENTS like you that my website is possible. Take a bow because... this IS you.
Laugh... cOP. Laugh...
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3 FOR THE PRICE OF 1 Follow up... Yeah, they would...
It was the alleged "snitch" who showed up for the standard debriefing after the gang-rape & killings. As a matter of business Duh Jerk likes to send people to act like their victim's friend. I should've repeated this a lot more but virtually EVERY "snitch" has the same exact story. They've come as my friend. They don't like Duh Jerk for unspecified reasons. They want me to go to the Police. They've got the goods on Duh Jerk, films, evidence, all they need is for me to go to the cops without them. Then they'll hand in the evidence & we'll both be done with Duh Jerk for good. Some are better than others & it's clear that some have such contempt for me, that keeping the facade of "pretending to be a friend in my time of need" is impossible for them & they launch threats. Sometimes I could see the van-load of Jocks sitting in the buttoned up van in 110 degree heat, sometimes I might take off in an unexpected direction & find the van sitting there, Duh Jerk or one of the 4 Stars with a camera in hand standing nearby talking to pretty teens girls, their human shield. Not a special tactic, just their mundane tactic. Business as usual. In the words of The Last Snitch. "Don't flatter yourself. We do that to all of our victims".
Oh yeah, that particular snitch. Shorter than most if memory serves me at this time. He said the large Jock was an up and comer in the gang. I'd been present when he was congratulated with Officer title in the Bomb Shelter Garages (a place where he tipped the scales in preventing my escape more than once) to much ado by Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars. The gang had sworn revenge on me based on his upcoming Officer rank (apparently, it wasn't "official" juat yet). "We all loved him".
I'd agree, he seemed quite popular.
He said that the edited films showed me just walking up behind The Jock & cutting his throat for no reason. Then he informed me that, since the guy was an officer in the gang, destined for greatness in part because of his involvement with me, they'd made films of us in romantic situations that could prove I was just a jilted lover who killed him like they do for all the officers involved with my stalking as a matter of business. Then he lamented that the only reason I wasn't prosecuted was because of a few glitches. "Didn't you wonder why they were so quick to cut the music"? Of course it was stagged. They didn't think I had a knife though, but the scene was meant to be played out with me as a... uhhh... I'm not entirely sure. But apparently it didn't go to script well & they didn't own everyone there (part of the plan, a poll of witnesses all above it all ready to testify of my misfit behavior, obviously just another pervert on drugs doing insane mischief). The music was cut so that R.E.M. Sleep Deprived & drugged me could make a fool of myself & be heard clearly on the film. The other problem was the guy who'd threatened to recapture me & return me to the gang-rape in front of so many witnesses they didn't own. Now they'd have to edit the films in the evidence room over time, recruit everyone who saw & heard stuff that didn't fit their narrative about what happened, & he promised me they'd wait a long time until they sprung this on me so as to give people's minds a long time to blur what really happened.
What do you say when some pipsqueak comes up & threatens you like this on the behalf of madmen? I mean it... cops. What do you say? The gang brag most people get angry here, are provoked to violence, & spend the last parts of their lives as convicted criminals based on what they do to the wimpy gang mouthpiece.
Whatever...
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YOU SUCK!!! It conveys my message so well...
Short & to the point? Sure. In the past during cruel moments I've looked at Duh Jerk or the 4 Stars & said. "You suck"! Or. "You suck".
The Last Snitch teased me. "You have to come up with a new insult". He said it wasn't enough to convince Police of my sencerity. "You suck has become a joke in our gang". He bragged they made my life miserable hoping to illicit me saying the sentence as a group joke.
"But it conveys my feelings of him so well". I retorted.
He told me to come up with new insults for my own good.
My new insults that I have reluctantly applied (on the advice of many, many on duty Police at their posts) are throughout my website. Enjoy!
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I wrote the above high as a kite & suffering from face injection pains on 7-14-23. The high as a kite part was against my will.
For the record I bear Duh Jerk, The Munger Boy 5, the Children of The Gym, & the various Law-Enforcement Agencies no malice & genuinely hope they live long lives & do well.
Then why write my website? They, the collective "they" just won't leave me alone.
I have not asked for leniency nor tried to make any deals. It's the truth I want. The truth & the whole truth. I'm not afraid of the truth, but I know a lot of people who are & whom, in my opinion, many of whose live would be better & they could just move on to enjoy happy & productive lives if the truth of my life's story would just come out into the light.
Again... I'm not scared. But are they?
Lets all step into the light together & see shall we?
Seven eleven, going once, going twice, it's a kidnapping!!!
Meh, I was gonna write a tale here, not now...
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I made it to the end & had not a single mispelled word? Is Wix's spellchecker failing me again?
PUBLIC KIDNAPPINGS: One of many tales...
The Bay COunty Law Enforcement Center uniformed & presumably on duty Dirty Cop rolls up on me quickly, and does a felony arrest on me at gunpoint! Once cuffed & shackled, loaded into the back seat of his car he puts his revolver away, then Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars waltz up, Jocks & pree-teen children too.
Duh Jerk invites me to not resist, it's hopeless.
Me? I choose to fight. Why? Bacause surely after everything they've done to me, this time I figue they are gonna kill me.
"No one's going to kill you". Duh Jerk insists while I beg passerbys & slow traffic to call the Police... in vain. "You can ignore him, he's crazy".The Jocks & children wrestle me out of the back seat & this time I manage to destroy the syringe when one of them comes at me with it. Duh Jerk is not happy at the delay. & I'm dosed as soon as they can retrieve another syringe, fill it, & inject me with who knows what drug(s?)?
There's an eirie feeling as the gang of impersonal abductors (children & Jocks) stand watching me go under while standing next to Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars, every one of whom has threatened to kill me on several occasions. My buttbuddies, the guys mid-Michigan... cops tell me they know are criminals, but the criminals THEY trust.
I wake up to the tail-end of a gang rape. The participants beat me, they tell me the blows tighten the sphincter muscles & make it a more enjoyable occasion. It didn't make it enjoyable for strapped to the table me. The party unwinds & I'm dosed anew.
Rinse la=ther repeat in the coming days as they take me from location to location. Strapped to the table, pants around my ankles, different places. If I had to guess, the locatioons alternated between them bomb shelter garages they seem to favor & private homes & even Halls one might rent.
I ask Duh Jerk why?
"I want to be able to prove to the cops that you are completely fascinated by rape".
My opinion? It works on every mid-Michigan... cop I ever met, just saying.
At one of the homes things go differently. The handlers, a few children & a few Jocks get sloppy & I get a hand free. In minutes I'm standing covered in blood, bodies lay around the room & I'm deciding that, they loook dead to me, or at least they wouldn't be summoning aid on me.
So I left what seemed like a basement to a private home.
The people upstairs shocked me, the situation reset my drug-hazed mind. They agreed to call the police for me & an ambulane.
The... cops & ambulance ordered me retrained in a carrying bed (whatever they are called) & Jerk & the 4 Stars came out. Furious at what I'd done to their employees & lovers. They informed me I'd pay for what I'd done.
Fade to black...
It's happened a few times, the next tim I fight a few Jocks & the gang is able, they brag, get troops from the safe house across the street & subdue me. The guards atop the trap having successfully thwarted me again, different batch of people this time.
This situation actually happened a few times to me. When my memory reset I was easilly captured because I was "agreeable" & the drugs made me "easilly mmanipulated".
Another time it went differently....
This time I walked upstairs & raided the knife drawer & blundered drugged & dazed into a livingroom. This time I resolved to act before the drugs could reset my memory, just to get out of there when they rose & said the gang's mantra. "Are you okay"? "Do you need help". Even threatening me with arrest for tresspass.
The family, mostly elderly. about 5+ of them offered me help & threatened me with Police when I tried to force my way out. One even said to call Duh Jerk.
What'd I do to the 5 friends who'd been casually enjoying the cold winter's day in the sun? I tried my best to kill them all with all of my then laborer might. In minutes bodies lay everywhere & I was bloody. so I left the beautiful house most south on the same block as where "The Gym" happened. Alone. Did anyone die? Idano? I'm not qualified to do an autopsyy & was certainly in no condition menrtally to do one if I could've. I'm arrested blocks away after my memory resets & I'm in a dazed stuppor. They tell me the gang put me on ice until I healed, lest wounds & bruises make my abduxttion story believeable.
Pass a few months, it happenes again. Bodies everywhere... again.
There's a month or 2 & it happens again. This time the people look shocked moreso to see me covered in blood walking into their livingroom. Same result... bloody bodies everywhere & I leave.
A snitch is sent, or at the least a typical short 18-year-oldish guy shows up. He says the last place was an actual rape location, the kids & the Jocks were set up & told to let me slightly free, not being in on it they had no idea what my resolve to be free would be like. They lost, permanantly, though reportedly some lived.
Upstairs the elderly people had been unsuspecting honest people who had no idea what'd gone on there the night before. Their shock & threats against me had cost most of them their lives & now the gangs had another card in their deck of horror & destroyed lives to use against me. A group of retirees enjoying each other's company.
We met. I resoved to escape.
The horror.... the horror...........................................................................
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PUBLIC KIDNAPPINGS: The addendum... Add'em dumb. Get it? I AM addressing md-Michigan's... (koff koff) finest here...
Sooooooo... like usual, what I call a snitch but what would be better described this time as a Gang Mouthpiece OR a Gang Braggart came to.... brag. He said that Duh Jerk himself had sent him. He does that from time to time... approached me while I was alone, almost all approaching me as I travel, usually as I leave or shortly thereafter... in mid-Michigan the... cops tell me "That's impossible. How did they know where you would be"?
My reply? "Do you understand the concept of "staling" Sirs"?
Imagine mid-Micghigan's finest... (kof kof) explaining... each using 1,000 or so words, more or less, to tell me that merely PROVE the impossibility of my tale. I'd suppose the criminal formula here being akin to rocket science to most mid-Michigan... cops.
Moving on... The sent snitch, of typical description (Duh Jerk is loyal to his "type" after all) bragged at length of the recently fabricated evidence against me & it's assured lethality to the possibility I could ever live free in polite America based on the gang's whims. They could turn me in anytime they wanted to & with their evidence & their legal contacts I could be destroyed by eager... cops who'd never give me a chance. Game! Set! Match!
He said, speaking of the southernmost house on the same block as "The School Shaped Like "E" For Evil" was allegedly chosen for it's proximity for... wait for it... wait for it... (Question, how do you keep a moron who works in mid-Michigan Law Enforcement waiting?) wait for it... chosen because it was on the same block as "The Gym". ORRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrr what I call... "It's a small world defense" that the gang brag is incredibly effective against their targets. Being no one would commit a crime in one area... then do crimes again in that area. I'll let mid-Michigan... cops explain the logic there, I could never do the subjct justice (I apply logic to the subject, a concept in the face of whatever it is they apply. Wow! I am extra sassy today. I wont apologize).
Didn't you notice that all the walls & floors were covered in plastic"?
I searched my memory. They had been covered in plastic. Vynl, a grade one might put on furniture in a room for permanant display actually, kind'a durable.
I said. "I thought they might be paining". In fact, I noted a plethora of apinting supplies & tools there.
He mocked me saying they thought I might fall for that. The 1st batch at the Southernmost home had been gang regulars, det up by the gang to train me & to gague my reaction, how I'd react when confronted in an engineered escape so they could plan the 2nd scene with innovents. The final batch were friends who were completely innocent. You know.... likely innocent tax-paying citizens who paid for & trusted that mid-Michigan Law Enforcers would protect them. That... being their last mistakes.
"We thought 1 or 2 would get away but they all attacked you & you killed them all but the one guy". An elderly gentleman.
"I killed the 1st guy & they all attacked me while I killed the 2nd guy. That made it easy to throw the girls into the living room where there was no escape. I just kept throwing them into the livingroom until they quit resisting then it was easy to pick them off one at a time".
"I know. We watched it all on film". A lot of gang members did.
He said they'd moved the very expensive antiques in the home out & brought in a very valuable living room full of furniture from one of their victim/members, that way the entire scene was zero cost but for moving fees & the drugs they consumed on the spot to keep the troops happy.
He bragged that long fights would be great for influencing their victims who saw the films later.
I retorted the fights had been quite short when compared to the many knock down dragg'em out fuights inflicted on me. The opponents were old, 50's & 60's likely & not in good shape at all.
He teased me that one day local... cops might descend on that home looking for evidence & will find none.
Me? I did a weak retort that I'd but my fist through the livingroom wall a few times. That was some evidence?
"That's all you got"? He mocked me more laughing nervously & always keeping at least 2 arm's lengths away from me.
He told me I was always bragging about how I suspected that DNA evidence would become cheap & effective & that for these cases they, the gang, made sure to leave all sorts of physical evidence with my DNA on it. "The... cops will never believe you".
Whatever...
PUBLIC KIDNAPPINGS: The addendum's add'em dumb addendem...
Those last 2 groups better described? Sure. It occured to my R.E.M. Sleep deprived mind after writing the above that it might be in my best interest to describe the last 2 events a little better, being they both happened at the same place, Fortress Childmolestya, the same block as The School Shaped Like "E" For Evil". Alleged (the gang has bragged) outposts on the block standing there eager to provide safety & support for the gang's chew'em up & spit'em out child-exploiting machine. Talk is cheap, all I can do is explain my experiences there.
1st, the gang took me from place to place gang raping me over & over while I was on drugs. Beating me during rapes while I was tied facedown to a table while standing, my pants down around my ankles. Sometimes the bagged I was doped stupid & on so many uppers that there was no sleeping. Other times as I struggled to stay awake on the 1 in a million chance I'd recieve a chance for escape & kept nodding off every 15 seconds or so they positioned the 4 Stars or children to slap me over & over, usually the face & every 15 or so seconds to keep me awake. That's when they didn't just have young men on either side standing beside me taking turns punching my back. They'd brag it was to force my sphincter to close during sodomy, enhancing the pleasure of my sodomizer who may or may not be hitting me as well. The ever present camera filming it all. Often as I became more lucid crowd participants were invited to engage me in conversation. Lucid, drurgged, spaced out, angry, mundane, even sexual in nature I hear it's edited bits make for great evidence. Well, good enough to fool the Bay City fBI in any event who are probably still looking for their noses after their last encounter with the gang (see meme left).
Eventually I became semi-lucid in a small basement painted white. A teenaged boy & girl & a pair of huge Jocks stand guard with a camera pointed at me. The sound was a deafening quiet compared to the blasting rock I endured while the gang pushed my mind over the cliff of madness throught trauma, their drugs, & deprivation. Or as they likely cal it.... "Plan A". Same ole same ole.
Me? I got a hand free & the children tried to prevent my escape & were no match. Before the Jocks knew it I was free & we fought. I won & set about the grizzily task of eacape.
I went up the short stairs, it's fuzzy, & a locked sliding glass door prevented my escape. I figured breaking out might summon an army so I decided to peek out and could see a guard unit out back playing around & could tell where I was. Not far from my place actually.
I poked my head up & was spotted by the 50-60ish year old crowd with a... single Jock? The room was coated in vynil obviously custom cut to be form-fitting atop each furnishing & on the floor, walls, & ceiling. We fought. I won. Then I walked out to freedom.
The 2nd group in that house? Same thing. No jocks. I was a little more lucid so I recall snapping each woman's neck one at a time as a humane act to insure they didn't summon an army from across the street (which I'd been showed was there when we'd entered by Duh Jerk himself as he mocked my last escape).
The later sent gang mouthpiece said the last group were a set up of recent gang victim/member recruits with no real mties to the gang. Multiple cameras filmed everything from every angle & a plethora of films & evidence was fabricated beforehand in real time by the gang to sell morons & quick to judge & slow to investigate... cops a narritive no idiot... cop nor overly skeptic... cop would ever challenge. Game! Set! Match!
Every now & then Duh Jerk would try to argue to me that my continued resistance to the gang was futile. That by joining them I would actually save lives because less people would die.
Me? I told him I didn't buy it. All it'd do would be to make disposing of me all the easier & I wasn't giving them the luxury of a freebie.
If you are an investigator reading this you'll likely note I have not asked for leniency, nor requested any special deals. It's the truth I'm after. Let the chips fall where they may.
Sigh...
PUBLIC KIDNAPPINGS: The addendum's addendem...
Dedicated to the law enforcement excellence of the Gang Chapter of the Bay City fBI who's law enforcement investigative excellence has made my website possible. No need to thank me ort to send me money guys, just knowing you're out there bringing the professional excellence that made my website possible is reward enough for me. GULP!
It occured to me while lying in bed, as I lay there being I'm in the midst of an ongoing sleep deprivation attack. Literally. Men bump me in hourly shifts waking me up. As a fBI agent you're probably mystified by even the possibility. I would say hey, I respect that but then I'd be a liar like many of "them", because I do not in fact respect mid-Michigan fBI. Yawn. WOW! R.E.M. Sleep deprivation is making me sassy. Deal with it oh ye of little integrity & investigative ability.
​ Today is 2-13-25 & I'm tired, addled, & thought I'd write some while I'm able, soon I probably wont be able to... again.
The time was before, during, or after that 1st winter after I got outta the US Navy. The gang was kidnapping me with impunity. Like this:. A large gang of about 20+ 18 year old men came at me from every direction in broad daylight as I walked a block past The Bar Without a Name across the street from my Michigan Street home in Bay City Michigan. A large white van screeched to ah halt disgorging troops. I was surrounded!
Me? I wasn't going to make it easy on them there on the sidewalk on the west side of the street about the middle of the block walking south, to home. I ATTACKED!
I would describe the gang as all smaller than I & none seemed to be above average in physical fitness at best. As I decked men they went down, then got back up. mostly shaken by undaunted & resumed attacking me giddily. Men came at me armed with syringes & I targets the syringes knocking them to the ground destroying them. The were vocally very disappointed.
I knocked guy after guy down one after another while the giddy Duh Jerk came from behind a home from the west with yet another teenaged camera crew, a teen boy & girl whom experience has taught me are trained to act as human shields to interpose themselves to protect Duh Jerk from attack. Also to move in to form a barrier that uses seduction to delay or set people off balance who might help the target, in this instance... me, the author of this website.
RECAP: Boddies flying, they get up shaken, but not stirred. Eventually,as I went round & round hitting young me over & over who were tacking me but not taking me down & being beaten off, dozens & dozens of blows later, the attackers thinned, Then, as the crowd thinned to one & I knocked him down, a fresh-faced young man who looked as innocent as they come (chosen just like the rest) I lept on that young man & rained blows down exclusively on his face!
Duh Jerk parted the crowd. "Get out of the way! Get out of the way"! His goal was to get a film of me on this poor, porr unfortunate soul being beaten by mean ole me with zero troops in the camera view How'd that work out for them? Extremely well I'd guess (I never saw that film). I'll bet the film footage was awesome. Me? Seeing the guy on the ground was no longer a threat to anyone I lunged for Duh Jerk & his human shield interposed themselves while the cameraman backed up & the crowd attacked refreshed. Even more great film footage for one of the many narratives he brags he likes to sell the gullible (I chose my dedication well Readers).
Then as I pounded on his guys Duh Jerk ordered the team to back off.
Me? Not willing to fight his hidden vigilante force likely hiding PLUS these guys I backed off. Duh Jerk & I exchanged insults. He called me random schoolyard pottymouth names. I called him truthful insults. One of my favs is to call him things like. "You child-molesting baby raping serial killing lying cheating theiving... well, you get the idea.
Grinning ear to ear Duh Jerk & his crowd retreated in the direction from whence they came at Duh Jerk's command.
Me? I started walking home briskly.
Make long story short? Sure, but it might include a concept that the Bay City fBI cannot fathjom, but here goes.
Dirty Cop himsel pulled up in uniform in a marked Bay City Police car and made a felony arrest at gunpoint! As soon as I was chained up Duh Jerk & his 4 Stars & the before mentioned crowd came from the west again, armed with a single syringe. The memory breaks up while Duh Jerk tells people I'm a crazy man on drugs to be ignored, he was after all my buttbuddy.
Fade to black...