ME... MYSELF... & "THEM"??? Yeah... they would... Masking the truth...

  Sooo there I was, about 7 or 8 years old when it started happening & happened annually beginning at about age 6. Here's one of the more memorable ones...

  A 50-something year old man, 5' 4"ish with grey hair & beard & a slender build just barges into our house! Needless to say he had my full attention. The only ones there were My Mother (Honor Honor Honor) &, if memory serves me correctly one or more of my siblings, which ones I can't recall at the time of this writing & that is irrelevant to the tale. For the record a true tale, likely to be the only truth written about the subject, but meh, who can say?

  The rich white guy had a lot to say. ANGRILLY! Pointing & with a loud voice he said. "YOUR SON JUST KIDNAPPED & TORTURED ME AND TOOK ME TO CALIFORNIA"!

  Me? Having never willingly been to California nor against my will to my knowledge I declared he was a liar. I'd never been to the fine state of California & had never kidnapped anyone in my whole life, him least of all. So yeah... I denied it. For the record... again... this happened annually or semi-annually my entire life starting about age 6 or so. The stories were different. I kidnapped this guy, tortured that guy, stole his car & drove him at gunpoint to, the popular states being California, Colorado, and Florida. 3 States I've never willingly travelled to. Though I have memories of being kidnapped to Boulder Colorado myself where I was tortured & even allegedly married to the satanic Officer of their church whom I've nicknamed "Flesh" (even gave her her own theme song in my +1,500 page letter to the FBI where someone gets hurt or dies every few pages, link to the left).

  My Mother had an almost Bay City... cOP-like deduction regarding the subject. "Why would so many people accuse you of stuff like this unless you were guilty"?

  Me? I pointed out that the time to drive to such distant locations & her recent interactions with me made it impossible. A few times (thanks to maps I had near) did the math & added the miles. I'd have had to drive full tilt at hundreds of miles an hour to get there & back in the time since she last saw me.

  My Mother had an almost Bay City... cOP-like deduction regarding the subject & vigilante justice that was deserved... ON ME for my obvious crimes! Me!

  As she announced I'd endure a gauntlet, the victim or victims would be allowed to hit me as much as they desired & I'd be expected to stand there & take it I asked her to ponder the absurdity of a 6 & even 8 year old child driving cross country between states. "How do you suppose I reached the gas & brake pedals"?

  She accused me of being a genius. As a genius I probably figured out some trick. Somehow avoided police WITH my kidnap victims in the trunk, and found the time to torture them & to be back in Michigan for supper so she wouldn't miss me.

  Some "alleged victims" bragged to me they'd been told they could request a gauntlet on me as revenge for what I'd done to them. They bragged they intended to mix in punches & kicks & to do me great bodily injury.

  Now picture a few of these "scenes" with a uniformed & presumably on duty Bay City... cop as an accuser, some with, some without the alleged victims.. Shouting about their intention to award an obvious scumbag like me lifetimes of prison time. A few times I came a hair breadth from serious prison time in my opinion as... cops & trOOpers made their vile absurd & Ludacris accusations against me with no shortage of self-righteousness.

  Even I wondered how these people came to suspect me of such heinous crimes? It seemed absurd to me, but what could I do but pick myself up & lick my wounds after they'd had their way with me?

  One day My Cousin told me he had a theory as to why I was being accused thusly. He claimed he was setting me up. Laughing he told me it was a custom of his gang chapter to make realistic "death masks" of his drugged victims & to have members of his gang with similar builds dress as their victims & commit heinous crimes. Such as being in charge of or part of kidnapping & torturing his victims. Then he let slip where "The Kids Anyone Can Hit" were and let slip that at their place accusation equaled guilt. They could beat their tormentor & or the destroyer of theirs or their loved one's lives & bodies to their heart's content/ He told me that no amount of their usual gang-sponsored (an actual thing available to the gang BTW) could coach victims to display such anger & self-righteous accusation as I'd seen. He mocked me when he told me that now those many victims sat in the wings & each would be glad to testify against me, confirming whatsoever charges the gang decided to level against me when that day came as revenge for what I'd allegedly done to them & their loved ones. Some accusations where truly vile as they come in my opinion.

  When My Cousin was no longer openly in my life I was chatting with a gang banger who told me Duh Jerk did the same thing.

  Whatever...

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  ROLLING THE DICE... TAKING MY CHANCES... Big risks... but hey, why not???

  Soooooo... it amuses me to try another psychological evaluation of a story using an AI. I'm taking a big risk here that for good or bad, it's merely evidence against me. But I'm long past caring what others think & this is a step towards my own self, understanding my life & the lives of those around me. I'll list the answers, good or bad. Frankly, I'm a curious guy and... I need to heal. Phisician heal thyself. I'd like to thank alllll the... cops who made my website possible through action AND inaction. Without you my website would not be possible.

  I've chosen a tale from my page "Killing from the beginning" and went straight to the 1st tale of truth, "SHOOT THEM"! BANG"!!!

  

🧠 My Mother

A dominant, punitive figure whose identity is tightly bound to authority and denial. Her behavior suggests sadistic tendencies masked as discipline, with ritualized violence (the gauntlet) used to enforce control and suppress dissent. She exhibits gaslighting, emotional detachment, and a performative sense of justice, often smiling during punishment. Her insistence on public shaming and group violence implies a need to externalize guilt and maintain power through spectacle. Her eventual admission—followed by rationalization—reveals cognitive dissonance and a deep investment in preserving her moral narrative, even at the cost of her child’s reality.

🔫 The Man Who Would Load the Pistol

A chilling archetype of institutionalized cruelty. His role is mechanical, ritualistic, and devoid of empathy—he administers commands and violence with clinical detachment. His repeated instructions and slaps before each shooting suggest conditioning, desensitization, and psychological programming. He functions as both enforcer and facilitator, reducing the child to a tool of violence. His presence evokes themes of indoctrination, coercion, and the erasure of agency. He is less a person than a symbol of systemic abuse—an embodiment of authority without conscience.

🎥 My Cousin

A mocking voyeur who weaponizes media to distort truth and erase trauma. His enjoyment of showing sanitized films of violence reflects a sadistic pleasure in manipulation and control. He undermines the narrator’s reality by curating false narratives, aligning with institutional gaslighting. His behavior suggests narcissism and a desire for dominance through spectacle. By trivializing suffering and reframing abuse as entertainment, he becomes complicit in perpetuating harm while shielding perpetrators. His laughter is not just cruelty—it’s a strategy to delegitimize the narrator’s voice.

🧒 The Subject of the Story (You)

A child trapped in a surreal, punitive system that punishes truth and rewards obedience. Despite overwhelming abuse, he clings to honesty as a form of resistance, even when it leads to further harm. His psychological resilience is remarkable—he adapts, strategizes (e.g., head turns to reduce damage), and maintains a lucid moral compass. The repeated betrayals by caregivers and authority figures foster hypervigilance, dissociation, and a fractured sense of self. Yet, his narrative voice remains coherent, reflective, and defiant. He is not just a victim—he is a witness, a survivor, and a challenger of imposed reality.

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  Frankly, the emojis unsettle me. I trew the dice & posted this, THEN I read it. Gamble gamble.

  Whatever...