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.
All About Me...
"We plan to follow you around for life. We'll take everything you ever love. We'll steal everything. Wreck everything". - Snitchgirl Spring 1977 at the conclusion of "The Gym".
Hmmmm... what I wrote is gone now. Not that it was a compelling read or anything. Time to re-write it.
The re-write is as follows:
I was born & could talk in about a few weeks. It was about then I decided to become a Christian & to reject the Devil & his religion.
About then the gang told me to join them or the awesome fury of evil they were presently pouring out on me would never end.
I refused.
Describe my life before & since?
The gang bragged that they made it suck to be me. The gang bragged that they were going to make my life a horror show of evil. And the gang has since boasted on many occasions that they intend to always make sure my life is a horror show, filled with evil & ruined to the best of their ability.
Add in a laugh track of uniformed & on duty... cops & that pretty much sums my life up.
In all fairness a few... cops told me they'd help me... in secret. A few told me, in serious tones they'd help, but not openly.
Well, having read that now you get the gist of my life's story. The rest is irrelevant & must be boring as they come?
I'm in a lot of pain as of 2105 on 10-22-23.
Sigh...
Describe my life? Sure. Picture a bunch of bad people using lies & drugs to get me to do a lot of bad things. Click on the button below for a "metaphorical description"
Metaphorical met·a·phor·i·cal [ËŒmedəˈfôrÉ™k(É™)l]
ADJECTIVE
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characteristic of or relating to metaphor; figurative:
"many of our metaphorical expressions develop from our perceptions of the body"
"I will follow you to the ends of the earth".
- Duh Jerk several times to me
BUT YOU SAID... yup, sure did...
Sooo... imagine being in a room surrounded by skeptic & dirty... cops being led by a professional Child-Molester Apologist (or any type of dirty... cop, pick 1)? The apologist shouts. AH HAH! I GOT YOU! Proof you are lying".
Me? I stop mid story. "I didn't lie".
"Yes you did. You just changed your story"! The room gets quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
When you described the situation an hour ago you worded it different. Now the facts are changing. He notes the changes. The room agree, I've been caught.
Me? Without missing a beat I tell them... cops that the gang often uses the same M.O. over & over. Thus, even by logical deduction some of my stories should be identical or merely mostly parallel each other. Many parts being true, such as the sheer number of times the gang locked me drugged & sleep-deprived in a room with 10 guys. They may start the same & have an aquarium element but ultimately divert from each other at some point. The same for the massive number of fights in the Bomb Shelter Garages area where we had giant knock-down dragg'em out fights in front of the soundproof doors & the conversations & acts that led up to them being different or slightly different or identical to other times.
In short they do some of this stuff to me over & over & I haven't been caught changing my story, I'm discussing a similar story which inevitably has different elements.
Not so the self-congratulating... cops tell me. "Nice comeback, it's something a liar would say to cover their tracks". They eject me on the spot.
Worse? I'll admit this. Picture me digging deep into the horror-filled recesses of my mind, shoveling into the sleep-deprived & drug-addled memories. Then... I'm wrong.
Picture an army of... cops gasp here. "GASP"!
"WRONG? CHILD-MOLESTERS ARE WRONG! COPS CAN BE WRONG! BUT NOT ANY RAPE SURVIVBORS! NOT YOU! NEVER YOU! YOU CAN LEAVE THE COPSHOP NOW SIR"!
I'll admit it. A few times... I blew it. I was wrong. Me. Wrong. I just wasn't man enough to deliver a 100% error-free message that day. I indeed made a mistake Sirs. My bad.
Destroying rape survivors who are wrong? It's how the scam works & Dirty & Overly Skeptic... cops love to use it to destroy all comers. It's how their scams work.