THE PAIN... THE PAIN... Madmen & the plan to get rid of Dave for profit & revenge...

  1st thing 1st. Did I pray to God during all I'm about to tell you Reader? Yes! A lot! Frankly I was never clever enough nor strong enough to have survived the ordeal or just about any other without prayer. To God be the glory, if there is any glory to be had.

  Sooooo... there I was, I woke up in my mid-Michigan room on Bay City's Michigan Street. PAIN!!!!!

  PAIN!!!

  PAIN!!!

  My shoulders & my knees were on fire! Pain...

  How did this pain happen I pondered?

  Then, I remembered...

  I came too in the Hall across the Street from the alleged Devil-Worshipper Enclave, the block where Bay City's own Mass-Murderer Johnathan List allegedly lived safely in Bay City (For trivia's sake only My Cousin boasted HE was good friends with the man & helped him escape justice) facing the front door. I could tell it was night looking through the then open door. I was strapped, butt up & pants around my ankles between 2 of the gang's sex restraint tables (of which they brag they have plenty). 1 arm & leg strapped to each with me in the kneeling position.

  An Endoscope was inserted into my rectum & I was awakened by "The Doctor" cutting into my right knee via a snaked coil that is the endoscope. It hurt!

  Duh Jerk explained the rest of my life to me. They were allegedly going to cut out the soft connective tissue in my knees & shoulders & partially cripple me. Plus the Doctor would add serrations to the muscles meaning my muscles could ben torn very easy, such as by a muscular person twisting on them, crippling me for life.

  The Last Snitch said the crippling would likely come as an attack by some expendable person, but may come from a 4 Star as part of a sex film. Sure, they might go to jail for a time, but I'd be a cripple for life. With today's laws regarding how one must pay reparations to someone they've crippled it'd be a pittance, especially compared to what they've made off targeting me & my fellow victims. Plus the act of crippling me would cement our buttbuddy friendship in front of the... cops who'd see my accusations against them or their expendable assailant as just the accusations of a jilted lover. Case closed before the book is even opened!

  Of course Duh Jerk told me I could avoid it by joining the gang. Becoming his lover. "We'll give you a house, a car, & a job". All I had to do to avoid being crippled was to join them. I just had to make them a few films so they knew they could trust me 1st.

  I refused. Always do.

  At one point Duh Jerk taunted me by asking my why I was trapped between 2 tables & not just on one? The whole while my knee being hacked into.'

  I told him I had no idea why?

  He said it was because it'd make my story unbelievable to... cops. A necessary element for all his attacks. He walked under me & swung my testacles & penis like a pendulum to emphasize his point while saying. "Weeeeeeeee".

  He tried to reason with me saying things like. "This is your last chance to join us". Then he lamented that if I wouldn't join him, at least he could enjoy my screams.

  I refused.

  "Make it hurt Doc". He said.

  The Doctor roughly cut all the more into my knee. It hurt... BAD!

  Me? I refused to scream. "I wont give you the satisfaction of screaming" I said through the pain.

  His smile dropped & he looked like he immediately lost interest. He instructed the Doctor to cut up my other knee & shoulders & make sure I was returned home & to call him when it was done. Then he left me to face the tender mercies of his inquisitor.

  ...

  I woke up in pain, barely able to move. I figured the gang were waiting for me to go to the local... cOPSHOP or Bunga Bunga Hospital. So I waited 3 days & went to the Bay County Law Enforcement Center when I could walk. Why'd I wait 3 days? I just didn't know what else to do. I told no one about my experience. No one.

  At the front desk I rec ognised the... cop I'll describe as "My Kidnapper". A guy I've nicknamed "Front Desk Cop". I tried my best to file a police report & he told me to go to the Bunga Bunga Hospital.

  Me? I retreated home just glad to make it that far.

  In the morning I called a cab & went to the Bunga Bunga Hospital.

  At the Bunga Bunga Hospital the Dirty Doctor made up a lie, saying I'd taped a knife to my thigh & THAT meant I was crazy. He had me committed there on the spot.

  In short... he lied. I was committed for 1 week for "observation".

  I went without incident to their booby hatch, their psyche ward, or, you could call it my former prison when you consider my +1,5000 page letter to the FBI where someone dies or is hurt every few pages.

  Accusation time. Here, now. For the next 3 days the staff & patients conspired to awaken me hourly.

  At 1st I thought to complain but then it occurred to me, that with how often I've been R.E.M. Sleep Deprived I could do a week standing on my head without R.E.M. Sleep. So I said nothing.

  Other than the Doctor refusing to exclude himself from my care based on the fact that's: 1: I refused him. 2: I refused him & told him it was because the gang had told me he was one of them & allegedly secretly pretended to treat me without my knowledge nor consent.

  He refused to give me another Doctor & threatened me with lock up & restraint in the security section if I refused his alleged treatment & drugs HE prescribed.

  The drug was allegedly Respridol. On me it addled me & gave me occasional panic attacks that I told no one about. For the record I'd never suffered from a panic attack in my life before or since. Still, I reasoned I'd best not say anything, lest my complaints switch me to a worse drug & okay even weirder or harsher treatment meathods.

  The only weird thing was the patiients. One I recognised as an effeminate guy who the gang had told me was "one of them" in the past. So I watched him. The other had been a local commercial voice over personality for the local Public Television Station ran out of Delta College. The gang had told me he was one of them several times over the years. It seems the guy had fallen on hard times, being diabetic he'd recently lost a leg just above the knee & was unable to use a prosthetic (one of the threats the gang made against him AND the lady who ran the Bar With No Name across the street from my place AND the Retirement home gal who lived next to my former 504 N. Van Beuren home in Bay CIty.

  After 3 days they quit waking me up & on day 4 I got me some much needced R.E.M. Sleep.

  I did my week. In my opinion the Doctor who refuse to exclude himself tried to trip me up over & over as best he could with word soup & accusations.

  I calmly & respectfully navigated his word mazes & in a week they had to free me.

  Weeks pass.

  I go to a meeting. At the Bunga Bunga Hospital Checkup they simply announce when I arrived. The Police are on their way here to arrest you".

  I asked why & they refused to say at 1st. Only noting I could fight me way out or wait. Just before the... cop arrives they tell me it's because of my refusal to take my medication.

  Me? Since I hadn't refused & was enduring occasional panic attacks I asked them. "By what means have you come to this conclusion"?

  They refused to answer.

  Me? They took me to a Hospital in the former Woman's Rape Capital of America. Not the place I wanted to be. After they IMMEADIATELY seized my sunglasses & were angry I proved I could wear them (I had a prescription before a Wiscon Jail stole it from me).

  The Week I was locked up there was filled with workshops & occasional provocations I dodged.

  The staff gaslit me & told me that if I signed up for Social Security as a crazy person they'd let me go.

  Me? I was in pain & I just wanted to go home. On who knows what drugs I reasoned that maybe, maybe I was crzy. Besides. I could sign up for Social Security & in the end when I would be forced to visit Doctors I'd just refuse it.

  In my opinion the Hospital Staff tried to trip me up several ways, written in my +1,500 page letter to the FBI where someone gets hurt or killed every few pages.

  At the week's end it was announce I go to a halfway house to transition back to a normal life. In my humble opinion I did not need any of this, but that is another story. The Police drove me to the place, a simple looking private home in the country in or about Saginaw Michigan.

  Me? They forced me to undergo a 1-week workshop/idano? It was a week in some country home where we lived in a house-like atmosphere & they allegedly made sure I took my medication. Workshops where we explored stupid subjects abounded & the Doctor's Partner informed me HE was now my primary caretaker based on my many accusations. For the record I told him too that I wanted nothing to do with him & he refused to recuse himself.

  The week passed without incident. The staff seemed polite. If their mission was to trip me up it was by boredom. At least they had cable TV & gave me paper to write & draw to pass the time.

  Weeks pass. I receive Social Security payment. Not only am I signed up, but the process of joining is over!

  For the record if any Doctors say they saw me for this then they are liars.

  So I hung out at Bay City for a month or so. Then I moved to the outskirts of Tawas Michigan to write my story. Not that it did me any good.

  What's my point? Respectfully, my point is this, that I submitted to the gang's & their coconspirators & their stable of easily gulled useful idiots every legal provocation & the attacks of every agency they could bring to bear upon me both respectfully & to the best of my ability. Sirs.

  The end...