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.
ABOUT THE ANIMALS THEY USE AGAINST ME... often...
"Because no one would do that". - The story of my life as retold to me by... cops who do not know me.
"You are our Recruiter".
PROVOCATION... It's how they do it...
Provocation.... The gang endlessly provoke their many victims. Attacks both verbal & physical, against the victim's property & loved ones or acquaintances.
The provocation augments their rape gang attacks. Driving a victim to retaliate.
Actual rapists are sent to "innocently" interact with their victims, even try to befriend them. All on film.
If the rapist Insert can provoke their victim usually a van full of Jocks can LEGALLY & CHEERFULLY beat them to a pulp to defend the usually smaller rapist Insert antagonist.
Worse is, (they DO use the Date Rape Drug & it erases memories) the gang film the victim speaking kindly or maybe even befriending the rapist insert. Powerful evidence that a given victim is a liar or insane... or both I'm told.
I've been attacked by the gang thousands of times. Literally. Sometimes you see the Jock-filled van, sometimes you don't.
As a teenager after a given provocation by yet another unknown attacker I would pick a random direction & run (only AFTER the altercation, not during, lest I be called a coward for running). More often than not I picked the correct direction & found Duh Jerk or one of the 4 Stars standing there with a camera talking to a team of teen models of either sex & a variety of races. If the camera-wielding gang-banger is approached by the victim (I mean myself, the Author of this website) the teen models form a wall, a human shield & attack. Protecting the camera wielder.
I recall asking Duh Jerk one day why he always used a blonde, brunette, & Italian girl as human shields? It didn't make sense to me?
Duh Jerk told me the 3rd girl wasn't Italian, she was Hispanic. The theory being that they can claim to have been racially attacked by the gang's victim.
I asked why they attacked outright?
Duh Jerk said he had lots of people try to grab the cameras, it made for sticky legal trouble. So it was better to just outright attack any victim who came near & claim to have been attacked by their racist victim. "When a model tells the cops you attacked them because of their race they'll break out the night stick just about every time". Then he's got great films against the victim AND the... cop who'll soon testify against the victim for the gang, lest they be charged for what they were tricked into doing to the gang's victims.
I said it several times & I'll say it again. I'm likely doomed no matted what barring a miracle from God. I am NOT the target. If you are reading this YOU are the target. I'm just their "Recruiter". The guy the gang pours out it's evil on with impunity because they just happen to have secured my family's loyalty.
This is how they do it.
THE BEAR NESSESITIES... BEARS... AGAIN... SIGH...
I was slapped awake by a recent high school graduate (as Duh Jerk would later brag). Like almost all of my attackers, either age 5, 11, 18, or middle-aged adult sadly pursuing lost the glory of of their child-molester upbringing. In this case about age 18.
Drugged, barely lucid I looked to my left & saw Duh Jerk, Fagboy, Duh Weasel, & Shortstuff with about a dozen 18 years old men standing in the woods who knows where? They were smiling their CMSSoS. Why not? After what happened next.
I struggled to think about what to do next when a pair of young men literally walked up with an adult black bear wearing an appropriately sized collar on a leash!
They brought it right up to me. Then they unleashed it!
The bear set it's sights on me & roared an angry roar!
Me? I figured I was a goner at best. Likely about to be mauled for the amusement of the gang. In a moment of time I pondered the trained animal before me. Was it trained for combat?
You see Reader, standing toe to toe with a black bear in the woods your options are limited & in a moment of time atheist me pondered many. Yeah, I prayed. Here's what happened: Listed in no particular order.
I thought about running. Fact is an average bear can outrun the most gifted sprinters. It's fact.
I thought about fighting. There had to be a better plan.
I thought about climbing a tree. Problem is, bears are gifted climbers.
I thought about a suicide attack on Duh Jerk who was behind a wall of young men with his 3 co-conspirators. That bear might just do away with me before I could reach them.
Then, I recalled that day I was wearing my pants with an increadibly deep "5th pocket". You know, that little pocket in the front of jeans above the regualr pocket. I'd hidden a knife there (legal sized for Michigan laws B.T.W.). I checked & my razor-sharp knife was there.
I figured it was a dangerous gamble to run, but I noted a tree just a few steps behind me. So I ran to it & the bear lunged while roaring for me!
Me? I used the tree as a shield & ducked the clumsy bear's attacks & primarily attacked it's face, cutting it to ribbons with dozens of strikes.
In less than a minute the bear changed from angry to cowering, yelped & ran away from me yelping!
Me? Still dazed (by the drug(s?) I pondered what to do? I told Duh Jerk that I'd kill him. So as to facilitate my threat I decided to kill as many people as I could between him & I . I picked my targets.
Duh Jerk was furious. He demanded an answer from a teen who was tasked with searching my pockets and removing any weapons.
The teen whimpered too. He made a mistake is all.
Duh Jerk told him "You will be punished".
The teen whimpered all the more (common actually, rough & tough killers, who cry when they know Duh Jerk is setting his sights on them next, go figure huh?).
Me? When Duh Jerk ordered me recaptured the guys balked. "He just beat up a bear by himself".
Duh Jerk had to repeat himself.
Yeah, we fought. I lost. Then I was drugged anew with a syringe.
Fade to black...
I TOLD HER SHE WAS LYING...
Sooo there we were, in my 4th grade classroom of Bay City's witless school. The smallest girl in the the class boasted to me. "I just got blooded".
She'd killed a man & had paved the way to become high-ranking in the gang.
Me? I told her I didn't believe a word any of the gang told me. "Why do you guys even bother to tell me things? I don't believe a word of it". Among other things I said to her.
A few of the boys in my class agreed with her. They knew all about it.
The little girl told me about how she killed a man, & why.
"One of our members has an exact reproduction of the Lion's Cages at the Detroit Zoo". She said. The Boys agreed.
She went on to say it's a custom to trick their victims into visiting the Lions Cage Exhibit at the Detroit Zoo. Thus the victim knows the location well. Then they lock their victim in a cage with a gang member-privately owned pet lion. If the victim isn't attacked they'll be fine & the worst that comes of it is they have an insane story to tell police. "I was tortured over the weekend INSIDE the Detroit Zoo's Lion Cages"! Since it is impossible the victim is saddled with yet another insane & ludicrous story that will make the... cops dismiss them.
But... if the victim is attacked by the lion & even scratched the gang take it as a sign & kill the victim. Like she had. He'd been strapped to a table & she stabbed him to death. She liked it. A lot! Now she was the highest ranked child in the gang in my class & she relished the power.
Later, one of the boys in my classroom told me Duh Jerk had ordered her and the boys to tell me the story.
Later, one of the boys in my classroom told me Duh Jerk had ordered the boy to tell me that.
Flash forward to me, about age 20. My Buddy & My Bro & I decided to go to the Detroit Zoo for reasons that escape me at the time of this writing.
Yeah, we went there early in the day. Checked out the Lion Cages even. Then left after closing.
A day or 2 later I awoke semi-lucid in a Detroit Zoo Lion Cage Mock-Up. It was authentic & looked the part in a stripped to the bare bones, cages only kinda way.
There were no lions save for an adult male lion inside the cage with me!
Me? You'd better bet athiest me prayed. Here's what happened:
First things 1st is I thought to myself I needed to change my scent.
The 1st thing I noticed when I scanned the empty, clean, & pristine cells was a large pool of urine in the next cell. So I took a gamble it was lion urine, hopefully from another male lion & I smeared it liberally over myself while the lion inched closer to me intently, stalking me like prey! Needless to say the lion & even Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars had my full attention.
Duh Jerk said he decided to kill me. The lion would attack me. Maybe I'd die, maybe not? If I lived their witnesses beside him would say I'd snuck into the Lion Cage on my own & that the the child porn & drugs were mine. Enough to insure a life's sentence in films, books, & drugs where you do decades for the tiniest amounts for. This was the end for me. He & the 4 Stars would finally have their revenge for... wait for it... yeah, they never got over it, revenge for "The Gym".
After a few insults there really wasn't anything to do. They all mocked me & waited on the long-hungered lion to attack me.
Me? I myself maintain poor eye contact. A result of a super violent upbringing where I dare no keep looking in the same direction any length of time. Literally. I stared the lion down eye to eye in a stare down contest. I won!
The lion was about 10 feet or so away from me. He eventually sat on his rear & we kept the stare down going a long time. Hours.
Here the drug(s?) actually helped me win the long stare down. I drifted in & out & caught myself having stared blankly for who knows how long? If the lion had attacked I'd have been toast.
To be continued: See: Gangbangers agree... lion is easy...
"I'd rather be last with God than 1st with the devil". - David A. George while praying to God.
ESCALATION:
ESCALATION: The gang's concept that if a victim escalates (fighting back, going to police, publishing a website of their atrocities publicly, ect:) then they escalate as a matter of business (and it IS a business). Stepping up attacks both in frequency & in ferocity.
GANGBANGERS AGREE... LION IS EASY... Alt title: It sucks to be me...
Soooooooo.... There I was, in in a cage much like the Lion Cage Exhibit at the Detroit Zoo, about a dozen or more cages in all. Much cleaner than the one I'd visited only the day before & void of the posters, fire extinguishers, & doo dads that I'd seen there. It was a little brighter too (with my light-sensitivity because of my Grave's Disease it's not vanity to say I would notice that fact).
Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars & I exchanged insults. A formality we always observe. They call me random names & slurs & I insult them with truth emphasising what I know they really are. I told him I didn't buy it one bit we were in the Detroit Zoo.
He insisted we were. They insisted we were.
I disagreed.
The Lion stared into my eyes about 10'-21' away. As time passed when he sat down I sat down. When the Lion stood up I stood up.
Yeah. I prayed! I begged God to get me out of this. To keep the lion from attacking me. How'd that work out? Reader read on.
The gang watched smiling intently for what would happen next. After a while their smiles faded and boredom set in. Sure, when the Lion stood up they and their Jock Guards perked up wondering what would might happen next & their smiles returned. Then after a few minutes the Lion sat down & their smiles faded.
Time passes...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Boredom set in. Gang Members openly complained so Duh Jerk ordered a few card tables & chairs be brought in & the gang gambled with playing cards while they waited for whatever was the Lion's next move.
Me? I just stared down the Lion. We had many staring contests. I won. I wont lie, the drugs I was on & the fact I was drifting in & out of being lucid made the contests easy to win.
Time passes...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Duh Jerk asked the time & noted my next dosage was due. A syringe was prepared & children sent to the cell edge to dose me.
Usually they just politely order me to stick out my arm & accept the drugs.
How's that work for them? Almost infallibly actually. They tell me I'm usually complacent on their dope & obey well.
As the needle came at my arm I became semi-lucid & refused the drug(s?).
This is no great disappointment to the gang. They simply wait a time for their victim's memory to reset & ask again & they, and I usually agree (being America is a land of consent I'm told it's FANTASTIC Godsend level evidence against my fellow victims & myself). But not this time.
They try try again as I drift in & out. My memory resetting & forcing me to re-evaluate the situation before anew repeatedly.
The children who are my kidnapping raping druggers complain to Jerk who's sitting at the card table. I'm just not falling for their drug scheme & they should go in the cage & force the drugs on me.
Duh Jerk noted only a fool would charge into a Lion's cage just to drug me. He ordered they keep trying.
As I became more lucid I collected my thoughts & pondered the situation before me. I saw survival as unlikely alone caged against an adult mature Lion. They don't call it the King of the Beasts for no reason. So I decided to take as many of the gang as I could with me. Who knows? If I could pull a gangbanger or 2 inside with me they may satiate the Lion's hunger. Or maybe a rescue of said gangbangers may facilitate killing the Lion? They'd have to open the cell & I'd have a fighting chance to escape. I judged these variables to be better than nothing.
So the children try again. This time I agree to be drugged. Then grab the syringe & try to drag some inside! I got the syringe but failed to drag anyone inside with me.
The gang whined to Jerk & the 4 Stars that I needs be disarmed.
Jerk had a who cares attitude. Drugged or not the Lion would soon eat me so who cared?
Time passes... Hours & hours...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Tick... Tick... Tick...
The drugs wore off. This has never happened to me before (or since). I sat & played the waiting game. When the Lion stood I stood. When he sat I sat cross-legged on the floor. We stared into each other's eyes for a long long time.
Me? I thought the Lion scent from the urine may be wearing off. So I reached over into the next cell & spread some all over me here & there.
Shifts change. The Jocks & children grow tired as we enter day 2. No food nor water for the Lion nor me. The gang make it a point to eat take out in front of me. They break into their drugs to stay awake & then have to send out for more when they run out. White powder they call "coke" & lots of pills
Me? I fight the urge to sleep. Not as easy as you might imagine being I'd come down hard off their drug(s?). Being locked in a cell with an adult male lion keeps me awake.
To be continued. See: Lion is how the gang gets things done. The conclusion.
As for me? The date is 7-7-21 & I'm being raped regularly whenever I dare go home. Torture, broken bones, the stench of excrement from my frequent rapes that everyone around me & myself get to enjoy (the homosexual "smell of love" they brag to me... gross).
Pray for me.
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SPOILER ALERT: The Lion dies in the end. I didn't do it.
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Soooooo... the gang was playing cards for the 1st day. Dozens of 18 year old men, teens & the 4 Stars. About half the gang milled about & the other half played poker at rickety card tables on folding chairs they'd set up & just about all of them drank & & snorted white powder that Duh Jerk & a Jock who seemed to personally attend to him carried.
Me? When I was doped stupid it was easy to win the staring contest against the lion. Now that I was off the drugs (the 1st & only time that ever happened BTW).
It began with the gang saying things like. "I'm bored".
They openly pondered why the lion hadn't attacked me yet. Surely it was hungry by now?
Then one of them noted that I reached over into the nearby cell & rubbed a small pool of lion urine on myself. He put 2 & 22 together & figured that was confusing the lion.
The gang chatted between themselves. It was about that time that the majority of players lost in the poker, the drugs were running low & everyone was frazzled.
Duh Jerk noted that there were firehoses there & that it might be fun to spray me down. So he had a Jock squirt me with the firehose. Full power! The very hot day mitigated the ice chill that any other day would've provided to an extent. It looked like so much fun that Duh Jerk & The 4 Stars took turns spraying me. Laughing that it would debase me in the eyes of the lion & surely make it attack me. Also it was to wash the lion urine off me.
Me? I had to fight the intense water pressure lest I be blasted into the lion. It wasn't fun. The rest of the gang began taking turns.
Me? I just took it. My intention was to provide them no enjoyment. I would neither beg for mercy nor hurl insults though they threw many insults at me. Random words without meaning or basis in fact if you were curious?
They noted the lion still hadn't attacked. So Duh Jerk (who had help holding the hose, they all did) suggested they spray the lion to antagonize it & make it angry so it'd attack me.
The lion was at the far side of the cage & when they sprayed him he ran almost straight at me. Until then I thought the lion might be chained to the far wall as part of a PRACTICAL joke but now I could tell he was in the same cell as I and not tied to anything in any way.
Born in the school of hard knocks for a moment I thought he was about to attack me & that this might be my only chance to score a blow on him. But his run at me was at a slight off angle like he was running straight at the water stream from the hose so I just stood there. The lion rushed past me brushing me with his mane as he did lunging at the gang giddily spray him!
For a few minutes the gang sprayed the lion who tried his best to attack them through the bars while they laughed.
Soon, it wasn't fun anymore. The gang lost interest, shut off the hose, & stood around to see if the wet cat would attack me or not?
Me? I watched the lion walk across the cell & sit back down in the same spot where we'd just had an all day staring contest. Then incredibly I noticed that the pool of urine in the next cell wasn't affected by the spray so I grabbed more urine & smeared it on my body.
Duh Jerk
s face was covered with anger & frustration when I did. So were the faces of most of the gang who suggested that they spray me again & this time wash away the neighboring pool of urine.
Duh Jerk was frustrated & pondering what to do next when he told them no. He just need time to think about what to do next?
To be continued? Maybe? God willing. Yeah, I prayed today, 5-27-23 for wisdom in writing I I continues this tale up to this point. To God be the praise that somehow I survived that day & lived to write this between torture & kidnapping sessions.
To be continued? God willing? Spoiler alert. The lion dies in the end. I didn't do it.
"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-Molestors, a Saginaw Gang in court only a few years prior to the writing of this website.
THE LITTLE DOG IN THE CRIB... Yeah, they would...
I was only a few months old when this one was inflicted on me. I was alone in The Crib. The door flung open & My Mother (Honor honor honor) announced that the 2 male & the 2 female teens I'd never seen before nor ever saw again were going to play with me. She had more good news. They'd brought a puppy about my size & body weight that we were going to play with.
My crib was in proportion to me like an arena & the teens set up a film camera on top of my dresser the moment the door was closed.
I stood in my battle arena unsure of what would happen next? But it should have come as no surprise that within seconds of the door closing & them piling clothes to disguise the camera pointed at me they began pounding on me! HARD! They told me bluntly that My Cousin had sent me to have their dog attack me & that it'd been trained to bite the faces of children.
So I did what I usually did back then. I blocked a s best I could & cried.
Of course My Mother burst into the room & demanded an explanation! Her husband & a room full of friends whom I recognized but did not know (how could I know them?) sat at the kitchen table watching.
Like usual they explained I was being a brat. Thus their attack on me was justified.
I retorted & told My Parents all that the smiling teens had said.
My Mother believed... them. As my punishment she arranged a gauntlet where everyone could hit me about the face to their heart's content. Then she left.
They beat me again & like before bragged it was my crying out that they craved. That once My Parent's gave up listening to me then my scarring would begin. They did this a lot & it always worked.
Rinse, lather, repeat. The above happened again & again. Every time the door closed the teens beat me. My Mother came in, demanded an answer of us all, then ordered me punished in another gauntlet. Then shut the door.
I begged My Parents to keep the teens away from me.
They countered with the fact that I was locked in my room my entire life (to date) & should quit misbehaving & enjoy playing with someone for once.
Eventually, My Parents told me that they would come to my room no more. That the teens could beat me all they wanted until I behaved.
Smiling the very pretty model-like teen girls set up outside my door & began to play a very loud game of Patty Whack. Slapping their hands together while singing a song.
Me? I backed up in the room-sized arena that was My Crib & they lifted the dog inside. IT ATTACKED ME! Biting at my face. I'd barely held it back.
They beat me some more, hard! Then reset the fight.
Me? I barely fended the dog's attacks off one after another all while the girls poured on the volume of their songs.
No longer content to just have me resist the dog one on one the teens soon began to slap at me, & hit me to hinder my blocks while I cried & begged for help that would never come.
Sometimes I hit the dog off of me. Other times I held it as it lunged for my face! The teens kept hitting me & if I held the dog down they just lifted me off the dog & reset the fight anew!
Me? I figured this was very bad. I prayed, like usual. Here's what happened.
They reset the fight. The dog attacked me. Then I hurt the dog! How? I'll say this much. I've found in life that IF you're fool enough to say you defended yourself against an animal as a child in mid-Michigan then no one whatsoever will believe your side of the story. PERIOD! End of subject.
Recap: We fought. I won. If you could call it a win. More proper to say would be to say that I didn't lose.
While the teens plotted revenge with full scale blows (they talked among themselves) or a rematch once the dog quit yipping I leaped from the crib & made a beeline for the door. By using the changing table by the door as a step I could jump up & turn the doorknob.
The teens tried to yank me back inside while the girls yanked the door shut from the outside trapping my neck in the door! So I cried out all the more!
My Mother demanded to know what had happened to the poor dog? She became enraged once she realized it was a serious injury.
They told a version of events where I attacked the dog.
I told the truth.
I recall that My Mother announced another gauntlet would being.
With looks of disgust her friends whom I'd seen before but did not know noted I was covered in bruises on my face & body. Most had been inflicted during my gauntlet but some were in places they hadn't seen me get hit in.
The teens all but begged for permission to play with me some more but My Mother noted I was too bruised by them no matter how richly I deserved it. As my punishment I'd be locked in my room.
My Cousin later told me he'd sent them. They were professionals that travelled the country ruining the faces of young victims & providing for blackmail films to use against the parents of his victims.
Ow...
WE CAN PROVE YOU'RE NO ANIMAL LOVER...There is no defense 4 U...
Soooooo... there I was, in that alleged Funeral Home that was formerly a church (the exact floor plans of the Church of the Nazarine on Bay City's Wenona St. BTW) where My Mother (Honor Honor Honor) so often gambled & drank beer & liquor with her friends & my torturers under a canopy table out back. Picture me drugged & dazed standing in the basement, a pistol in my hand, like usual.
Likely a child but possibly an adult (from time to time) would load a single round into the 9mm semi-automatic pistol, slap me in the face, hand it to me & say. "Shoot that weapon"! While pointing either at a wall or some target like the furniture in the room.
So I did. BANG!
The child then took the pistol from drugged & delirious me, loaded a single round, slapped me in the face. SLAP! Handed me the pistol & said. "Shoot that weapon"!
So I did. BANG!
The child then took the pistol from drugged & delirious me, loaded a single round, slapped me in the face. SLAP! Handed me the pistol & said. "Shoot that weapon"!
So I did. BANG!
The child then took the pistol from drugged & delirious me, loaded a single round, slapped me in the face. SLAP! Handed me the pistol & said. "Shoot that weapon"!
So I did. BANG!
The child then took the pistol from drugged & delirious me, loaded a single round, slapped me in the face. SLAP! Handed me the pistol & said. "Shoot that weapon"!
So I did. BANG!
The child then took the pistol from drugged & delirious me, loaded a single round, slapped me in the face. SLAP! Handed me the pistol & said. "Shoot that weapon"!
So I did. BANG!
This went on over & over. Sometimes, after some brutal slayings My Cousin would bring My Mother downstairs to see the action. She stood & watched & often conducted a gauntlet based on whatsoever obligatory false accusations my "Handler" made. Often there were many children around the building & at this point they all got to slap me in the face or strike at my body with any blows they desired. 20-30 hits was the norm but if the gauntlet enthusiast chose to go into the hundreds of blows the subject wasn't even brought up. Some snuck back into line again and again as their 2nd & 3rd winds allowed them to recover enough to resume hitting me.
I was allowed to block punches & kicks but if I accidentally blocked a slap it enraged My Mother who'd say. "You blocked! Everybody line up. We're all going to hit David again". She meant it.
Time passes & I endure years of sessions.
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Tick tick tick...
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This time is a little different. My Cousin shows up with an army of children & teens. That part's not unusual at all. What was unusual was they each brought as many cats & dogs as each child could control. About 3 or 4 each.
Then they stood around while My Cousin brought one of the dogs before me.
The child then took the pistol from drugged & delirious me, loaded a single round, slapped me in the face. SLAP! Handed me the pistol & said. "Shoot that weapon"!
I was semi-lucid this time. So I refused.
My Cousin flew into a rage. He summoned My Mother & accused me of wanting to shoot the animals.
In a fury My Mother conducted a gauntlet with all in giddy attendance!
My Cousin demanded I drink something in a cup.
I refused.
My Mother was enraged! She demanded I drink it, or else!
They didn't call me The Good Kid for no reason back then. I drank it.
Satisfied My Cousin dismissed My Mother.
My Cousin demanded I shoot the animals or endure another gauntlet... NOW!
I refused. "Your terms are acceptable". (Yeah, I talked like that at age 8 or so).
He laughed at me. He said he thought he'd give it a try to see if I would do it. "Remember that cup you just drank"? He said it was laced with drugs. All he had to do was wait a few minutes & I'd be very compliant. He said this was a building excersize of sorts. He was framing & blackmailing My Mother & myself & all the children present by making me shoot the animals on film. Plus it'd provide for a great film to manipulate animal lovers against all of us later. Big win/win.
I recall still refusing to shoot the animals.
My Cousin laughed. "The drugs must be taking longer to kick in is all. Did you have a big breakfast? I'll just wait a few minutes".
What can a child do? I tried to leave but My Cousin ordered them to guard the exits. Children milled about the room & My Cousin ordered them not to hold me, it'd make for a better film.
I complained his film would be worthless as his conversation was certainly damning to him.
He countered as he walked away & chatted with my adult Handlers on the other side of the room. Everything he'd said was with his back to the camera. They'd just edit the sound later.
Everyone laughed & mocked me when he laughed.
The drugs began to slowly course through my body & I felt my mind slipping into delirium.
Slipping...
Slipping...
Slipping...
Gone...
I recall being handed a pistol. "Shoot that animal"!
It's how the scam works...
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Addendum: Later My Cousin bragged that the animals had been acquired by making a general call out to the gang for everyone to abduct people's pets for a small bounty. He claimed they encouraged members to nab the pets of their enemies. Now the blackmail films could be used to manipulate every single pet owner in a variety of ways. Particularly against me.
Go figure huh?
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HE DID IT!!! Not My Cousin... me...
Soooooo... area bullies flocked to my 1269 Harrison Street home when I lived there from age 5-11. Big time! an assortment of recreational child-beaters, scam artists, false accusers, would-be-suitors for My Mother, the curious, & just plain old bullies who came from several counties away at times, literally, just to accuse & pound on me. Since I went to the store daily unarmed robbers, usually teens but often adults stalked me & tried to beat me up to take my money. They never got the money 1 time, but many got revenge in lengthy gauntlet sessions at my place if they could present even a single boo boo & claim I inflicted it.
Sooooo... I prayed & came up with a new plan. I'd stick to the plan. RUN!
In time I had a few regular paths, obstacle courses I knew well that, barely at times, let me escape the bullies My Cousin said were track stars he'd sent to beat me up & take my money. He asked me how I liked it to be beaten up & my money stolen?
I told him that didn't sound good at all.
He bragged surely I was beaten & well bruised. "I told them not the face". "I wish I could see our bruises".
Truth is a few guys almost caught me, so I figured a new plan was in order.
So, I prayed. Here's what happened:
Guys would chase me. Alone or in teams. I ran my obstacle course & a few track stars were on me, but my familiarization with my obstacle course let me stay ahead until the goal.
You see reader a house north northeast of my place had a huge mean dog on a giant chain. Her was attentive & attacked all comers, me included & he sat in his doghouse most days. So, I ran up on him, trying to run past & alerting the dog who lunged to attack! Then, usually seeing the guys chasing me he attacked... THEM!
I noticed in time the dog got much better in the scenario. Sure, I was sneaking up on him & running past, he seemed to accept by the time he saw me that he wasn't catching me. But he learned the exact direction I was being chased from and attacked accordingly! Thus, I escaped a lot of robbers & bullies.
One day My Cousin got involved. He said he'd asked the bully who'd been attacked by the dog yet claimed to have robbed me to show him the money. Then the guy admitted he'd lied. While he was a prolific liar My Cousin hated people lying to him. So he punished him severely! He declined to say how. He then said it occurred to him I didn't much seem bruised up by the other guys he'd sent lately so he interrogated them all & they admitted they'd all lied about beating me up & robbing me because they were scared at reporting failure. Being I was a little kid compared to big old them. But the dog was a recent common denominator.
My Cousin said. "So I killed that dog & I went to the owner's house & told him you were the one who killed his dog & now he wants to beat you up for it". With a huge C.M.S.S.o.S.. now the guy would beat me up AND order me on film to not enter his yard or be prosecuted for trespass. Then My Cousin said he'd film me escaping bullies at his yard and prosecute me for trespass with an unbelievable story for the cops!
DID THAT GUY TRY TO BEAT ME UP? The dog was gone when I looked & the man attacked me as My Cousin said he would. Not wanting to go 3 for 3 I changed my bully escape route & stayed out of the man's yard. The man said he'd stalk me, watching for me & then beat me up for killing his dog & described My Cousin well as my accuser when I asked him who had accused me?
Later My Cousin was bragging on the guy, He said that the films of him attacking me allowed him to leverage his way into the guy's life, blackmailing him until he now "owned" the man. "Since I already own him I ordered him not to attack you anymore. So you won't have to worry about him anymore".
What he said was so out of character I didn't know what to say?
I only saw the guy 1 more time. He complained the gang used me to recruit him & he'd recently lost his house because of it & blamed me for it. Cautioning me he wouldn't attack, but if I came near he'd beat me up because he could.
It's how the scam works... said no mid-Michigan... cop at any time.
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It seemed bigger than this, but empty, save for spotlights above.
"I don't like the way he's talking about our child-molesting community"! "They are not the monsters he makes them out to be"!
I, the Author of this web site disagreed.
"I know those guys. They're nice guys".
TRIVIA:
How do you tell an adult male lion from a juvenile?
Answer. Size is 1 indicator, a thick & full mane is another. A young adult lion has a short mane compared to a fully mature adult lion.
BEARLY...
Soooo... I came too, slapped awake by Duh Jerk lying on the floor of the woods surrounded by smiling Jocks Duh Jerk & Shortstuff. They said they planned to either kill me, but more likely scar me for life, here, now. The plan was the 2 teens walking up with a black bear that was a trained attack animal would attack me. Then I'd be mauled by said pet bear gone rogue & they'd try to yank it off or kill it, being the saviors in the story & scarring me for life. Add in a bear's tragic death over scumbag me & they could maim me & come out being my forever buttbuddies, backed up by lots of good cops & news stories sure to make the last pages of newspapers around the area. He said the bear had been trained to attack me by using clothes with my scent on it.
Long story short? I stood & 2 teens brought a black bear on a short double leash, one on each side & let it go.
The gang cleared out & formed a large well-practiced circle around us. The bear roared & set it's sights on me.
Me? Yeah, I prayed! Here's what happened.
The 1st thing that occurred to me was never turn your back on a wild animal & don't run.
2nd I turned my back & ran to a nearby tree. There I checked my jeans "secret pocket" & my trusty razor-sharp knife was still in there so I wiped it out and attacked the bear! I sliced it in the face exclusively as we stood on opposite sides of the tree, him trying to bite, me cutting over & over!
I decided to go for the eyes. Did I succeed? Idano? All I know was for 30 seconds the bear roared & lunged at me. Then it whimpered & ran away!
The rest of what happened is written in my +1,500-page letter to the fBI where someone or something is hurt or killed every few pages.
Not the 1st bear they used against me, but it was the last... that I know of. It's written elsewhere, but for now, I'm too upset to continue writing.
Whatever...
SNAKES IN A CAGE... PRACTICAL joke??? Probably???
Soooooooo... Duh Jerk slapped me awake. I was very weak, drugged, dazed. Confused. He expressed disappointment that I'd been too delirious until now to torment & was hoping I was lucid enough to grasp what was about to happen to me. So he demanded I answer him.
Me? I took in where we were. I was in a room with Duh Jerk, Fagboy, & Shortstuff & about a dozen Jocks, most were much bigger than I, a few were a lil shorter, all were in great shape & dressed in black. The room was air conditioned & I'd guess a professional building of some sort. File cabinets & a desk come to mind. Boxes, cabinets, the chair I was presently melted into, unable to rise. There was a large walk-in glass room in the room & it's floor was covered in assorted snakes. I told Jerk I was aware of what was going on.
What'd I do? I figured, I guessed, I assumed what might be happening next, so I prayed. I prayed that God save me. I thought on the subject of the Holy men of old who were bitten by a poisonous snake & lived. I thought on the bible verse
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Mark 16:18 KJV states that "They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover".
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WOW! Did I whip out a quick prayer, nothing fancy. I'm not much for the fancy praying. Never was. I was so weak from drugs that There was nothing I could do. Lifting my head to look around was about the best I could manage.
Jerk said he decided to either be done with me or mess me up. He told me I knew enough about snakes, and snake venom to know that if he threw me in the cage with that mass of poisonous snakes I'd either die or be so messed up from the venom that I'd be disabled or at the least horribly scarred, likely by the intense bloating he'd seen the act inflicted on many of his victims. He couldn't just throw me in, he had to gloat 1st. He & the 2 Stars called me random insults.
Me? I called them targeted & true insults. Meh, it's my style. I expressed doubt that the snakes were poisonous. I told him I figured this was a PRACTICAL joke (but I didn't capitalize PRCATICAL when I said it) with harmless de-poisoned snakes at best & obviously another scenario designed to make my story unbelievable when repeated because, like he loves to brag, one day in court I'd have to stick to telling the truth. They could point & make fun of that testimony jabbing at it with every inflicted PRACTICAL joke.
I'm fairly sure they thought halos appeared over their heads when they denied it. Saying they were real snakes.
Well, I tried to stall hoping the drugs might wear off.
When they finished insulting me Duh Jerk smiled & ordered me thrown into the cage which opened via a sliding glass door. The cage was about 6 feet wide & maybe 12-15 feet long & as tall as the ceiling & void of anything but spotlights above & ankle deep in writhing snakes.
When I expressed more doubts Duh Jerk ordered we halt at the door & told me to use my knowledge of snakes, these were poisonous & he knew I knew some. He insisted he knew I'd had encountered water moccasin's before & had insisted they be among the snakes. He ordered me to notice.
Me? I told him I was so doped up I couldn't differentiate any snake from the pack.
They actually debated with me if they should wait so I could identify the snakes when the drugs wore off some. Duh Jerk decided it was too dangerous for the snakes. I might kill a whole bunch of them if I could fight them. So he ordered me thrown in.
Throwing me in was more like opening the door & no longer supporting my weight, A gentle shove was enough to insure I fell inside on top of the writhing mass of snakes.
I tried my best to not hurt the snakes, all I could manage was rolling over & shoving snakes aside & sat on the could tile floor.
The gang eagerly looked on outside the cage while the snakes milled about, many climbed on me & my lap was a writhing mass of snakes.
They expressed surprise that I'd gone unbitten, noting it was a matter of time until I was attacked.
Me? I tried to resist the drugs, afraid if I fell asleep I might never wake up.
They went & got chairs & sat watching me.
I tried getting up, to get my heart pumping to resist the drugs but there was no moving but to flop a limb, rolling from my belly to sitting position leaning on a wall had consumed all of my strength. The snakes writhed on me.
Minutes pass, maybe 10, 20 minutes, maybe a half hour & they seemed to be bored & wondered why I hadn't been bitten? It was decided that they should anger the snakes, rile them up. So a giant Jock was given a broom & he struck at the snakes who tried to attack him back.
For a while I'd used up my strength pulling snakes off me. Now I resigned myself to being covered in snakes & just sat mustering my strength.
The question was, why wasn't I being attacked? Duh Jerk said I was an inventor. Maybe I'd invented a deodorant that replied snakes? They agreed. It had to be the only logical explanation.
I said something like. Yeah. 10's of thousands of people die from snake attacks & I keep it to myself & I hide it by acting poor. Or something like that, it's fuzzy.
My explanations were PRACTICAL joke or act of God. I was a Christian, there is a God, I prayed to him, & Mark 16:18 is real.
They poked the snakes with more sticks through the barely open sliding glass door.
Duh Jerk ordered me removed from the tank. He said the door would be opened & I could leave now.
Me? Barely able to move anyway I replied. "No. I'm good". I didn't want to leave just yet. That I felt safer in the tank than outside of it.
Duh Jerk ordered me removed by his Jocks who initially balked at the order.
A smaller set of Jocks reached inside by hand & the 1st was, was bitten. So was the 2nd, but not as much? The glass door was slammed shut in seconds.
The Jocks panicked. Duh Jerk told them to not worry because they had a snake bite kit. He ordered the Jocks to get me.
I heaped serpents upon me.
The Jocks & the 2 Stars came in as best they could at Duh Jerk's angry command & as many did were bitten, some multiple times. The press of bodies & their desire to avoid snake bites made their attack very poor, disorganized, & something I could fight off with that little bit of strength I'd mustered & I repelled them & they slammed the door shut! In that time snakes had entered the large room by the dozens & most fled, hiding behind things. A few snakes bit the bitten & unbitten & were stomped out or fled under desks & behind boxes.
A man in his 50s came in white haired bearded with a snake venom kit (he called it that).
Duh Jerk ordered the man to treat the bitten. The guy said he only had enough anti-venom for a few doses. The rest were snake specific. Meaning to safely administer it he had to know what type of snake bit which guy. I recalled a few guys passed out. Some stood gasping for air. Some stood writing in pain. One was gaping & sweating & the guy asked him. "Did that snake bite you"? When the Jock agreed he replied. "You are a dead man". He'd be dead in minutes.
Duh Jerk was FURIOUS! "I TOLD YOU WHEN I LEFT TO GET MORE SNAKE BITE KITS"!
The man countered irritated himself. "I did order more! I didn't think you'd come right back"!
Duh Jerk ordered Fagboy & Shortstuff & a giant Jock be treated with what he had. He asked for volunteers to grab me. The guy who'd been told he would die volunteered to get me & another helped him.
Me? When he reached in and grabbed my foot & dragged me out I didn't have the strength to bend over to touch my foot, let alone fight anyone. He dragged me out releasing more snakes into the room & being bitten more.
Guys flopped over. Snakes darted too & fro and they discussed what to do next? Jerk asked where they could get more anti-venom? The Guy said there was a place about 20 minutes away but it was closed. They talked about breaking in & stealing it but the guy said it was a big place & he had no idea where they kept it, they could be looking for a long time. It occurred to him that in the big city the Hospital would have some. Duh jerk asked his Jock how fast he could drive there & he said. "If I drive like a bat out of Hell I could maybe get there in 20 minutes, a half hour"?
Duh Jerk told him to go & he'd use his cell phone & connections to try & get them a chopper to fly the snake bite kits back. In any event he'd try his best to make sure the kits were waiting & ready when he got to the Hospital.
The memory is already breaking up. With gaps growing longer as time passes. While everyone was engaged I decided to try my luck at escaping. Being I couldn't even crawl I decided to try my luck at crawling back into the snake cage (Author Note: There's more than one reason the gang use drugs on victims).
In my heart I heard words spoken plainly & forcefully as I pulled myself across the floor into the snake cage. "Thou shalt not tempt The Lord thy God".
I replied back in my heart. "But it's [the snake cage] the only place I feel safe Lord".
I was inching my way inside the cage, about half way in the Jocks noticed me & yanked me out. As they did so I resolved to grab an armful of snakes to free them from the cage with me!
Duh Jerk ordered me checked for snake bites at one point & I told him I had none.
I recall a smaller 18 yearish old Jock angry that I'd been unbitten. "We should grab a snake & force it to bite him"!
Duh Jerk told him while pointing at one of many snakes still roaming free to go ahead & do just that if he wanted to try.
The Jock looked around & while shuddering he declined.
It gets really fuzzy after that, plus, I'm getting tired of writing this.
Duh Jerk ordered a shorter Jock to drug us all. "I don't want any of us to remember this but you".
Shortstuff was the one who was angry. He said HE wanted the one to remember things to be him this time. "I'm tired of always doing this stuff to him & being one of the ones who never remembers doing them".
Duh Jerk refused his request, much to Shortstuff's chagrin.
Fade to black...
My opinion? To God be the glory. I'm just a guy who calls himself David A. George Less Than Nobody in my letters pleading for help from the fBI. Nothing more.
I testify that the above story is true to the best of my ability.
Sigh... 8 (BTW The infinity symbol is there for symbolism... cops)
