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"
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...
"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.