ATTACK!!! ATTACK!!! ATTACK!!! Rinse... lather... repeat... confuse... cops...

  Today My Dad (Honor Honor Honor) offered to take me with him, to hang out, to have some real "Father son time". Being I was a toddler this would represent the 1st time we'd ever hung out. Ever. The 1st. #1. Not an exaggeration, the first time. Ever. WOW! Was I thrilled standing there as a toddler. T-H-R-I-L-L-E-D-!

  My Cousin told me he'd arranged it. That as we went from pace to place My Dad would excuse himself & leave me in the hands of my many Cousins

out of their daze  on his side of the family & they'd beat & torture me giving him great footage to prove they were scumbags when needed. Footage of them torturing me. Footage of me being beaten & tortured to prove I was the scumbag (otherwise they wouldn't be tormenting me thusly, it's only Bay City... cOP logical, right?) He said My Dad would come out & pound on me over & over, likely until he got tired of answering my cries for help & them films would make great footage, proving him a scumbag. When I got home he'd tell My Mother & she would most certainly pound on me long and hard as he knew to her accusation meant guilt for me. If someone was pounding on me surely I deserved it. He'd make her pound on me for getting pounded on. Kinda normal in a way, different only in that it would directly involve my Dad & his side of the family.

  I told him my family wouldn't do that. Stupid actually. I'd never met a single one of them before, how would I know?

  So my Dad took me from Cousin to Cousin on the promise of Father/son time. He excused himself once we arrived & as soon as he disappeared into the houses, many houses the children pounded mercilessly on me.  He'd come out, slap me up, order the cousins to sap me u-p, & go back inside. They began pounding on me the moment he left. Prompting him to come out. Rinse lather repeat. Well until he allegedly got tired of my cries. Then they pinned me in spot & pounded on me the entire time. Not the face though. Yes... my cousins loved pounding on toddlers. They were quite skilled at it, leaving few marks & lots of pain.

  So we went from place to place, cousin to cousin. I could re-write the above but why. Just re-read the above paragraph if you need to & picture it beginning early one morning & many cousins later ending the same exact way. Truth be told on the last batch of cousins they were kinda big & lethargic & I outran them after the 1st painfest, much to their chagrin. They boasted the most of any of the groups of the pain they inflicted on me to My Dad, the rest having simply framed me over & over for silly & often ludicrous accusations that justified the pain they'd been discovered inflicting on me.

  Of course I got home & My Mother (Honor Honor Honor) had been well-briefed & was in full on rage mode as I arrived home. People had beat me up? What'd I obviously do to them? NOTHING? Now I had a lie to be punished for ON TOP OF THE PAIN. Standard stuff actually. Only different in that it was the beginning of the lifetime of pain & meeting my Dad's Cousins would NOT be repeated. My Cousin bragging he'd ordered that too. I never met a single one of My Dad's Cousins again.

  My Cousin boasted on the films, he'd be able to blackmail everyone involved & insure a zillion vigilantes would do his revenge for him if they ever stepped out of line based on the films she'd just made.

  Over the coming years until I was 9 he bragged on sending bully after bully against me.  Often My Mother was his enforcer. He knew that if I raised a finger to defend myself or caused a boo boo on an attacker she'd come down on me with epic, weeks long interrogation sessions. Gauntlets, mid-night sessions where she'd wake me & conduct slap-fest interrogations of the entire scenes & dole out all new punishments. Sometimes during the groundings, other times a year or more later. She suffers from Hashimotos disease so she'd forget parts & pond on me long & hard until I reminded her of them. Often replaying the same interrogation mistakes over & over.

  Cops showed up, My Cousin told me they were his dirty... cops. on a fishing expedition. They'd look up unsolved crimes & just accuse The Children Anyone Can Hit. Every now & again the children who were his perpetual victims  misspoke or confessed when they knew they were innocent & the beginning of the end as a juvenile in their crime-controlled boy's prisons & then being sent to Molestlor-Controlled Foster Homes. It was a never ending circle of carnage & every once in a while he congratulated me on slipping out of this or that frame job. In "Copspeak" it translates into the word "liar". Everything does. Now he had the footage of me being accused time & again plus had the films of his dirty... cops falsely accusing (lest THEY step out of line & had the goods on my false accusers who'd made the often false accusations to begin with to facilitate the false accusation.

  Every few weeks or months often a bully or new batch of bullies popped up. Bullying me. I'd never seen them before, & it was likely after a few days I'd never see them again. My Cousin delighted in telling me he'd sent them & filmed it all. If I backed down from a bully it proved I was an easy to bully coward for... cops & to motivate other bullies to attack "See, he just lets the bullies attack him". If I fought them his edited films often showed me as the aggressor & his interviews with the bullies afterwards only confirmed the conclusion & allowed him to frame them all the more & have film footage to inspire vigilantes against them to.

  Child-porn...

  Snuff films...

  Drugs...

  Yup... filmed them all & I hear the edited films are quite damning. Especially when you consider the gang of veterans interacting with me in proven skits to validate all the films. Friend, lover, aggressor, victim, trouble-maker, villain, & yes even saint as the case may be to provide for films to sell any scenario he wanted.

  As a Police Officer you may be reading this over the shoulder of a Delaware or mid-Michigan... cop & notice they are in a daze. Please nudge them gently & don't put a "Kick Me cause I'm not capable of understanding how blackmail works" sign on their backs. Show some respect.

  "It'll work as long as we never give up on you". As long as they never stop doing it.

  It's how the scam works.

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  MY FELLOW VICTIM??? Or PRACTICAL joke gone wrong???

  I wrote about this in more detail in my +1,500 page letter to the FBI where someone dies every few pages. Initially I wrote about the guest star of the at & assigned him a nickname that escapes me at the time of this writing. So I'll assign him a new one based on an educated guess about who he may have been & what he was doing there a block or 2 south from the much mentioned alleged gang assets at the corners of 22nd & South Monroe.

  I was dressed in jeans & a shirt, & carried a a large book bag on 1 strap. I also had this big bulky red down jacket tied around my waist because it was impossible to wear in anything but freezing temperatures without dripping with sweat.

  I was walking alone at night, on my way home when a literally skeletal teen, about 18, 5'5" or less approached me & produced what looked like a taser.

The teen insulted me, told me he was there to taser me & kidnap me for the gang.

  Me? The gang had been bragging about kidnapping me by having taser armed children approach me. I figured this was it. Surely I was about to die. Truth be told I'd pondered what I might do if I saw a kidnapping coming & while the teen pelted me with insults telling me I was the scumbag in the conversation I grabbed the thick coat around my waist & turned it to the front. Then slung the bag to my front & presented a forward silhouette that was fairly well armored.

  He panicked as I lunged at him & shot me dead center of the backpack! No effect! He managed to half turn around as I got to him & knocked him down. On top of him I could see teens & children fan out in 2 groups on both sides of the street. Several children halted in place until they formed a perfect circle around me & came at me from all directions.

  Me? I assessed the situation & I wasn't escaping them. So I decided to lower the odds against me by one as the team fanned out in what must've been a well-practiced wheel formation around me in which every single one of them had a taser! So I snapped the guy I suspect could be called "My Fellow Victim's" neck! K-K-K-K-K-KRACK! As usual I made sure to follow through with all my might on the skeletal young man.

  Yeah... they tasered me & the memory breaks up.

  It's how the scam works.

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  HE WAS A SOUL-MAN... Likely would never be half as cool as he thought he was... ever...

  So\oooo... there I was, in some nameless mall about 2 weeks before June 4 2020 in or about (my guess) Dover Delaware. I was in some mall, who know\s where? 1 or 2 people walked on all sides of me in the hall at the end with various stores left & right & a bordered up with white board on my concrete mall furniture set in bricks on my right.

  A 8 year old child started hitting me from behind. He said nothing nor was there any provocation nor had I ever seen him before, that I know of.

  So I picked him up to shoulder level & dropped him horizontally on the tile! THUD! He ran to an elderly Hispanic man.

  Another child, 10 or 11 attacked me from behind & we repeated the above. THUD! He too ran to the man.

  So I told the man to control his kids better.

  He told me. "I'll do as I damn well please". In your face provoking me.

  I immediately perceived I was drugged & this was a kidnapping/fame job session. I looked for the camera.

  I saw a guy, 30ish with a triangular soul-patch beard with a large video/sound control board strapped to his chest with shoulder length brown hair.

  In the past I tried tempting my attackers with cash reward sure to come from helping me. So I tried on him. He was intrigued & set down his controls right there & walked me around with a giant smile.

  AUTHOR NOTE: Despite what mid-Michigan... cops will tell you, there's more than 1 reason why the gang drug victims. It makes them easier to handle & they come up with stupid plans & act crazy... all on film.

  He walked me outside & sat me under a tree cross-legged & I talked on & on about riches sure to come from helping me. At one point he leaned over & rubbed his lips on mine. He pulled back & gloated it was for their films, being I was talking about making him rich. I kept on talking.

  So we went back in. He took me to a corner store, dark with a lit hall & pointed & told me to go down the hall.

  Me? I looked around & the nearest people were 4+ stores down. So I grabbed him & yanked his arm behind his back & don't know why I said. "You have outlived your usefulness to me". & walked him to the lit hall. He resisted, but not much. At the doorway I turned us around & kicked the back of his knee. Then I put my knee in the middle of his back & applied a choke-hold but it was to the middle of his head, not his neck.

  He said urgently. "No wait...". and he said other things but I wasn't listening. As I began to twist his pencil neck with all my drug-induced might I pondered his life & judged it in moment of time. He was a professional. Keep the victim talking. I perceived that he'd lied & cheated & talked his way out of every bad situation in his life & if he survived our encounter he'd giddily brag about it later, particularly to my face.

  So the deed was done & I went down that hall. A man greeted me & told me to go into the shallow pool there. 30' long & half as wide. It had a Jacuzzi on the right at the shallow side. I noted a toilet flush handle. 3 fit men about 18 played there.

  It's how the scam works.

  To be continued... it hurts too much to write now.

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  HOW THE GANG BRAG THEY ARE AFFLICTING ME...Because no one would do that...

  They boast I've been implanted with a Implanted Drug Dispenser: A device that can be operated by a Bluetooth & capable of remotely, via cell phone, drugging me with any drug loaded into it desired by them: Any moron can operate it. Like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vb2Pa_9Kf6k

  The gang boast they have implanted inside me small high-tech hearing aids of sorts. It allows them to listen into me & send me any amount of vulgar sounds desired. They are using it against me right now as of 5-28-21 in my most recent, hands off R.E.M. Sleep Deprivation attack. Likely a prelude to yet another loony bin frame up, jail, or both. They bragged they'd bust up my teeth prior to their final frame up, which they've done this year (see: My Life) So this may be it. Some mundane or super frame job. They seem to be trying their best to get me to shoot large rooms full of children, likely, it IS still the goal & proof of complicity AND guilt to even bring up, I assure any loyal Readers of my website.

  The way it's bragged to me, in mocking terms like this. "How do you think we catch you so easily"?

  Personally, as of late, I have no idea how the gang is catching me with ease & impunity (other than the attempted hit & run on the Overpass. According to Mr. Dork Baldo the gang just use a cell phone, designer drug me with a hypnotic drug, then order me around with the ear implants. I've always been told I'm fairly complacent. "We know all the phrases to get you to do anything". Speaking of a lifetime of experience stalking me (only possible when one's family is 100% complicit, something that could NEVER happen in America... cops tell me, they're all way too good at their jobs for that).

  They walk me around remotely, convince me to do all sorts of evil & perversion, & return me after beating on my feet (lately). "We made tons of films framing you & all without anyone seeming to tell you what to do & you operating independently". Apparently I speak on command for the camera, scripted & filmed & cant wait to spread perversion & death wheresoever I go.

  Well... I'm sick of writing about this. Cant stand it actually.

  Read & learn if you are wise. It's how the scam works.

  Whatever...

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  DEATH MASKS... It's just standard business to them... Yeah, I said it... "standard"...

  Soooooooo... I wrote this on June 21 2021. I seek only the truth. I have asked for no leniency, I seek no fame, only the truth. Let the chips fall where they may.

  The way the scam works is the gang make a plaster mask of their victim's face. I'm told they do it on their usually sleeping victims as a matter of business. A victim is made to lay down on a table (likely between rapes or when waiting for the next rape/torture skit to begin), straws are inserted into their nose (to facilitate breathing) & a mask is made of their victim's face. I hear they have quite an impressive store of them, or so I'm told.

  Once they've got the masks they set up skits. One of their gang "regulars" of approximately the same size & build of the victim to be copied has the mask applied. Imperfections are likely concealed by the application of more & more makeup. The theory is now the gang member, now disguised as the victim is free to do any number of crimes.

  In my experience Duh Jerk likes to tell his doppelgangers to keep their mouths shut. Their actions, crimes, will speak louder than words.

  Many of their gang have boasted to me about the technique & brag it works. Recent brags add in that they "accidentally" leave personal items of the victim at the scenes of the crimes (where they are well seen) & even body fluids. Until now no one has been able to oppose this 1 2 punch of frame job.

  Me? They tried it on me in The Defunct Hospital (Downtown Bay City's hospital). They brought in 2 of My Buddy & claimed they had a surgical duplicate of him. I could tell they were death masks & not my buddy by the sunken eyes. I even challenged Duh Jerk to make them talk. He said the jig was up, I wasn't buying it at all.

  Recently, a few months ago they brought in a death mask wearing gal with My Best Frenemie's wife. The otherwise beautiful poor gal has cottage cheese legs in person. But the doppelganger was obviously not her. her taunt skin & unmoving face & eyes betrayed the fraud. They tried to get me to have sex with her.

  I declined.

  The gang brag they've committed crime upon frame job on me based on the use of their "death masks" against innocent uninformed victims who will swear that I committed horrible crime upon them.

  I complained. Surely the gang has framed me in 10,000 ways. Why bother?

  "It's all about overkill". One bragged. "Jerk wants the whole world to hate you as much as he does".

  Apparently it impresses the people Duh Jerk & the 5 Stars consider their "peers".

  Me? I told them all, to their face, publicly (unlike them, who talk ONLY in the most cowardly ways & only in back rooms with heavy guard) that I'm not impressed. "You spent a fortune stalking a nobody son of a whore who's family you already own? Isn't that kinda like shooting fish in a barrel & bragging about it"?

  Pathetic...

  Truth be told I pray for them all ("them" being Jerk & the 5 Stars & my family) often. I pray in secret & have lots of faith.

  It's how the scam works.

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  Matthew 17:20 And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.

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  Matthew 6:6 “But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.”

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  "I pray in secret a lot, but I cant prove it because... it's in secret". - David A. George 7-16-21

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LIES & THREATS: IT'S HOW THE GANG GETS THINGS DONE...

  "All I have to do is tell my victims a bazillion lies & the cops will never believe my victims that I would tell so many lies". - Duh Jerk boasting

many times.

  My opinion on the above? Uhhhhhhh... yup. I've never met a... cop who wasn't both dazed & confused at even the possibility a child-molesting professional liar might lie as much as my fellow victims & myself allege. Period! Oh, they'll disagree violently (trust me, they will, ow). "That trick would never work on us. You talk about us like we're idiots but we'd never fall for something like that". But the proof is in the pudding. The technique works, it works well, & as far as I can tell it has worked infallibly for the Bay City/Saginaw Chapters of the gang & enabled mass-murdering recreational serial killing serial rapists that I know to go on unimpeded. Indeed, with pOLICE protection because... "I know those guys (Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars), they're nice guys". - Uniformed & on duty mid-Michigan... cop

  "When our threats don't pan out the cops will say 'you said they said they'd do this or that to you & they didn't". Thus another victim foolish enough to repeat their "Bazillion Lies Received" to... cops can look forward to a life void of pOLICE protection based on the fact they will dismiss the gang's victims in their "permanent record". Police files not subject to trial nor peer review. "Once the cops give up on protecting a victim we can do pretty much anything we want to them". Then they can drop their drugged dazed & sleep-deprivation delirious victims off at the Police Station (Copshop) & laugh after having inflicted any amount of horrors on their victim. It works, trust me.

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  Soooooooo... since I figure I'm doomed anyway (barring a miracle from God) I thought I'd write a plethora of the many many threats the gang has inflicted on me. If you're a mid-Michigan... cop reading this avert your gaze now, lest you be inflicted with severe mental trauma from trying to deal with a concept such as what I'm putting forth. I added this warning as a free service to the mid-Michigan... cop community. Don't let them say I never gave them anything. I don't see them giving me or anyone else mind-saving advice. Hmph!

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  The list goes from weird to perverse. Some may not even be lies, maybe the gang plan on making them come to pass? Lucky me huh?

  "David is our friend. He's crazy & on drugs". "It always works because everyone knows to say that [about their victims]".

  "He wasn't kidnapped. Call his Mother & ask her". I heard this on a bunch of times over the decades, mostly when Duh Jerk or the 4 Stars were explaining to authority figures why I was insisting they were my kidnappers & not my friends in awkward public situations.

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  The next one takes a little explaining. I suffer from Graves Disease. If you listen to Dr.s they'll tell you it can be cured. A lie of sorts actually, yes they can rid you of the graves, but the radiation pill that burns out the thyroid gland (responsible for the graves condition) merely trades Graves Disease for Hashimoto's Disease. A condition that forces a victim to take a pill daily... or die slowly. With my frequent kidnappings it's a sure death sentence & the gang brags & confirms it. The radiation pill is a potentially lethal & surely dangerous pill at best. Me? The Graves may kill me but I've researched the Hashimoto's & see the condition as dangerous (for me) at best & it's many side effects are an unacceptable trade-off for Graves Disease in my humble opinion as of 7-16-21. I feel Hashimoto's side effects would endanger me. The devil you know kinda thing. You know, caught between a rock & a hard place. Sigh...

  "We'll have you declared mentally insane. Then we'll order your parents to put you in a mental institution. Once you're there they'll order your Graves Disease cured against your will. Then we can kill you anytime we want by locking you in a room & letting you die & tell everyone 'He just wouldn't take his pill". - The Vice Principal AKA The Last Snitch boasting about the gang's control over my family. Partly whining about just how many times my Graves Disease "allegedly" caused the gang many a problem. Me? Is the N.S.A. reading this? I see it as a credible Radiation Attack threat since he verbally threatened me with the radioactive pill against my will.

  "Who do you think is the biggest trouble-maker here"? - Duh Jerk asked a uniformed & on duty 1976 mid-Michigan... cop. While I sat in a room filled with rapists & killers (my 1976 Witless School classmates) Jerk assured the easily gulled... cop I was the bad seed in the room. With several... cops, several times.

  "You want proof he's a liar? Ask him why he's wearing his sunglasses". Yup... it was that easy. It worked on every... cop I ever met my entire life & it was used dozens of times. If I'm wearing my sunglasses I'm a liar, but if I'm NOT wearing them I'm the same liar. It worked infallibly every time the gang used the accusation. Apparently, I'm the only Graves Disease sufferer who's NOT light sensitive. But then IS very light sensitive. But not. Based on who stole or broke my sunglasses & if I'm wearing them or not. Apparently.

  "If you don't shoot me I give you my word I'll leave you alone for the rest of your life". - Duh Jerk (AND The 4 Stars too, they too swore at gunpoint to leave me alone for life in the basement apartment on Center Street where they'd been torturing me) an hour or so before recapturing me after a successful escape from the previously mentioned  814 Center Ave. basement apartment in Bay City Michigan.

  While bragging about the alleged Radio Operated Rotary Drug Dispenser they've installed in my body The Last Snitch boasted. "We're thinking of shaving a few years off your life. We can use it [the internal Rotary Drug Dispenser]  to drug you and fake a coma. Then we can have your family drag you back to Bay City & we can keep you on ice for a few years". He bragged they make money off my hospitalization plus can deface my body in any way they desire. Reducing me to an easy to manage weak lump if need be. An "ace in the hole" if I should start to get lucky in court against them one day. Infallible.

  Duh Jerk handed his Jock's a revolver to hand to me & said while pointing at the bound man in the chair. "Shoot him with this pistol or we'll kill you"!

  Me? I said "Go ahead". My present day opinion of the lies as of 7-16-21: %^$%&$%@!*&$(&$(!(&%^ Liars!

  A lengthy torture session would begin & who knows how long later would end with a sound. "BANG"!

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  I really should have emphasized this more as it was a verbal exchange that happened often, my entire life, for decades. Here goes:

  Me: "Don't you think the cops will be able to tell I was on drugs". Me, complaining I'm drugged in their many films. A sure "tell" I'm a kidnap victim & not a willing child-pornographer (and or whatsoever perversion they are selling to whosoever at the moment with their many "films").

  Duh Jerk: "You being on drugs only strengthens our case". The logic is, the gang is soooooooo cool & have cash & drugs & no one can resist them, surely not myself, just look at all the films made in the absence of any... serious cop protection (they'll omit that last part). The story being I, nor any of their victims can possibly resist their drugs or their whores so obviously anything we say is lies, just look at all the films of us being great butt buddies as proof.

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  Eh, I grow weary of repeating the gang's lies. That & Wix's spacing problem makes the project tedious. Maybe I'll add more to this section, maybe not. I guess it's all up to whim at this point. The ONLY evidence it serves to make is that my many fellow victims of the gang will also have a similar tale of many many lies & probably the same boasts inflicted upon them by the gang & it will be the cumulative evidence that will free us. God willing.

  Lats but not least. It's how the scam works.