THE CHURCH ON THE EDGE OF THE FORBIDDEN ZONE... Very very public happenings went on here...

  1st, let me note. Whenever I write about The Church on the Edge of the Forbidden Zone the gang are quick to delete the entry. From this I deduce that this is a soft underbelly for investigation by any authorities for the gang & likely based on the many public things that the gang inflicted on me... and on the then members of the fine South End Baptist Church

  You might wonder how this fine church came to have this nickname? You see Reader until I was about 13 I lived at 1269 Harrison Street in Bay City. A place the gang complained was very open, a lot more open than they liked when trying to kill children, so it limited the scope of when & how often they attacked me there because it was highly visible (the reason it was chosen for my family & I by My Cousin, or so he told me). My Mother (Honor honor honor) limited me to a 2 block area around our home making it a severe punishment if I dared step even a single foot into "The Forbidden Zone" which was the rest of the world. This was largely due to the fact that our local party store, Kramers (422 Ingram Street) was 2 blocks away. The boundaries were set up when I complained 1 block wasn't enough at age 5 & pointed out that I walked daily tho the store  to buy My Mother cigarettes & a Pepsi. If her brother or her friends  or 1 or more of her many young would-be suitors showed up, well, I'd have to go buy them a Pepsi & a pack of cigarettes. I got virtually nothing for this service & provided it rain or shine in even the worst blizzards. Often returning home to tell her the store was closed due to bad weather. Every would be bully & unarmed robber preying on little kids knew painfully well that I would be regularly going to that store & I fought & ran & dodged many a bully of all ages who wanted my money or more. Singly, in groups. Then never got the money once & if any of my attackers complained about a single boo-boo I made on them they were rewarded with a gauntlet... ON ME! So I TOLD MY MOTHER SINCE I WAS WALKING TO THE STORE ALL THE TIME ANYWAY, why not make that my boundary? She eventually relented.

  In time a new 7 11 store opened on 900 Cass street in Bay City. Why bring it up? Because Kramers was closed on Wednesdays & Sundays & during bad weather & 7-11 was not. So I soon walked there in the worst of blizzards * rainstorms.

  Being a Christian & having visited the church on my own previously I asked My Mother to expand my boundaries of where I was allowed to walk based on the fact that I now visited 7-11 often. She agreed & so I began to attend the church which was on the edge of my new "forbidden zone".

  So now you know.

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  10 Bats??? Only in America... Only in my America...

  I decided to write about the church, but being contrary why start at the beginning? So I'll start the tale near the end with "10 Bats".

  It was dark as I walked up to the church as was my custom then. You see Reader I'd been a Christian my entire life, even as a baby, but really never got to attend church much (written in detail in my +1,500 page letter to the FBI where someone dies or gets hurt every few pages). Then recently I'd undergone a transformation. I'd decided to go to church more & learn about God. My attendance was poor at best & I never made a single friend there. In fact, in my entire life I've never made a single Christian friend, but that is another story.

  Sooooo... to RECAP, me, walking up to the church, in the dark. Since "The Gym" was going on full tilt hot back then in Fall of 1976 I noted it was strange that the church was dark & the streetlights had been rendered dark around the church. This put me on full alert. I noted the group of men leaning on the wall at the west front entrance. Unusual at least. Strange that 1 was smoking.

  Since I approached the front from the west I decided to circle around & see if there were cars in the parking lot (to indicate if the church was even open) & chose the east front entrance to enter.

  10 members of the church formed up, all male, & all adults aged 18- much older (hard to tell in the dark) & began to swing baseball bats while standing in place. When I asked what was up they told me that I was no longer welcome there. Since The Pastor had refused to kick me out the men of the church had banded together to force me out. By force!

  I recall asking them if they were prepared to hit an 11-year-old with bats & asked why? They said it was the secret evidence against me. You see Reader the gang had boasted, & church Members had confirmed that they'd gone around using films on a select few members & lies on the rest selling some narrative that I was the biggest scumbag on earth. Or among them at least & that I was very tough. Thus the 10 fully grown men with bats was needed. One of them said. "We're not going to attack you. We're just out here swinging bats & if you walk up & get hit that's your problem"?

  I asked them if it'd still be my problem if I just slithered past them? Would I still get hit?

  I was invited to try. I thought about it but figured it was too foolhardy to even attempt. I could dodge them, hoping to get in but figured that could escalate very badly very quickly.

  I told them guys that mere months ago they all addressed me as "The Good Kid" and they agreed. I asked again about what it was I'd done & they reminded me that, as a condition of learning the horrible things I'd done, and what a scumbag I really was, they's sworn to not tell me, & only me.

  Duh Jerk & the gang bragged on the tactic of accusing Christians & swearing a congregation to secrecy, not telling the victim any of the alleged charges. That it left the churches all gossipy, & that the victim was left unable to defend themselves from accusations that only made them sound more guilty when they claimed to have no idea what the accusations were. Most told me. "I'm not telling you because you already know".

  To which I often replied. "I have no idea what they accused me of". A statement met by the same huffs & snorts I got whenever any cops used the sentence. "You can quit lying now. I saw the films so you're not fooling anyone". They too had been sworn to secrecy against only me & said things like. "Oh, you know what's in them films". Like I did know. Though just a few... cops told me. "I'm not telling you the evidence against you because that might help you get out of it". They never did define the word "it" no matter how much I begged. Neither the... cops nor the Christians I'd turned to for instruction & later for help during the highpoint of "The Gym".

  I tried reasoning with the men who stood firm. If I tried to enter I'd be beaten, WITH BATS!

  So, unceremoniously, I just left.

  I skipped church the next time it was open to give the situation a breather. An intense decision on my part when you consider I was facing death daily in "The Gym".

  I chose to walk into church just a little late next time, to give the guys who might have bats time to put them down. I walked into the church amid a congregation of stares. While I figured attack was likely no one attacked me, but no one but the Deacons, Ushers, or Pastor would talk to me & they did so sparingly. Most told me to go away. One asked me to consider what I'd done to the church? When I asked him he too told me I knew, so he wasn't telling me.

  Some members just told me to leave. I wasn't welcome there. Just go.

  I asked some. "If I was half the scumbag they say I am isn't church the place I should be"?

  Most took the opportunity to tell me no, or to just go away, being I was such a horrible scumbag.

  I protested the charges must be pretty bad, I pointed to the Satanic Leader who presently & openly ran a small unit of 10+ men & teen Jocks, openly to harass me. The murderer who'd only recently said publicly, in the congregation, that he'd kill his wife again based on why he'd frivolously done it before. & the pedophile who'd recently been released form prison for pedophilia who'd become a member who openly cruised the children's section. often & they didn't kick any of them out.

  A few said things like. "We like them. We don't like you".

  So I asked them to consider that if they like "them" that the charges against me must be pretty bad by comparison? Right?

  The congregation wholeheartedly agreed. I was a scumbag's scumbag at age 11 & they wanted nothing to do with the pure evil that I was actively involved in for career & for fun (I never could get them to commit on my possible motivation for my pureness of evil they said I was engaged in).

  I complained about the morality of it & the complained right back about the Satanic Army that had been openly operating in the church. Usually about 8 active & very publicly showing force group, that' I'll write about again, soon to be deleted I'd suppose?

  Still others, I complained about the morality of sending 10 guys with bats against a child who's only crime at church, until then, was that he attended the church & was called "The Good Kid". So why 10 guys with bats? It's immoral.

  While the Deacons justified the act by saying it was because reports were that I was very tough & they needed at least 10 guys with bats to scare me another guy spoke up? "10 guys with bats? There were more than that. There were 10 guys with bats at the other front door & they even had more guys with bats at the other door in the back".

  The Deacons who were now all standing around us with a goodly portion of the congregation witnessing all hung their heads in shame at this point. & the church went silent for a while.

  "All against one child"? I asked. I tell the Reader this, wait until you see the pictures of me as a kid, I was not large nor impressively muscled at all back then.

  Duh Jerk would later boast to me that he'd ordered the streetlight & the lights around the church shot out by a child about my size with my hairstyle & color wearing my style of clothes hoping to frame me for it. Lamenting I'd wiggled out of the accusations by being out of town when they happened & in front of many witnesses. He also complained about my using the east front door to try to enter the church. "You usually use the other door to go into the church" he complained.  He said he "owned" the guy who was in charge of which team would be selected to guard which door & had slipped one of his guys into the team guarding that door. The plan was for them to confront me & then for him to hype up his team & charge me, hoping they'd kill me for them. "Didn't you notice the Ambulance parked nearby"? He asked me.

  I told him I did not notice any Ambulance for the record.

  Duh Jerk complained that now way too many people knew about that particular plot to kill me so that's why he was both abandoning it & it's participants & why he was telling me. That & to make my story more unbelievable. Probably since no madman anywhere would ever boast of his evil deeds to their target nor would they tell a bazillion lies to thwart investigators. I know that both concepts are true because mid-Michigan... cops told me the 2 concepts were infallibly true.

  It pains me to write this particular tale so now I'm leaving off writing.

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​THAT 1ST WEEK ENDS... NOW THE TEST... THIS WAS ONLY A TEST... On film...

  There's a period of time at the very end of "The Gym" I've nicknamed "That 1st week" in my writings that happened in Spring 1977 after I'd lived through the horror that was... "The Gym". We soon got a new Gym Teacher & everything & they bragged the records had been altered to show The Gym 
Teacher had never even worked at the school in fall to Spring 76-77. The week after the period of that time goes as follows.

  Soooo... we had Gym class that day in Spring of 1977 at the very end of "The Gym" after it's official ending. Today we had a test. A physical test of strength & endurance.  WE'D BE TESTING EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE GROUP VIA ASSORTED PHYSICAL EXCERSIZES. That's what Gym class is supposed to be about. Right? We had yet to be assigned a new Gym Teacher as I recall it & the smiling madman who bragged to me earlier that he really really enjoyed killing children was till in charge & my orders to obey & to submit to their authority were still in full effect. both from my parents & from Bay City... cops & tROOPERS via both legal & illegal threats.

  I figured it was just another attempt by them to wear me out & attack me, which they'd done very often. Or to ridicule me on exercise form & any shortcomings I had, which they always did as ordered by the school staff for use in films against me. Or so they'd bragged, often.

  So we did exercises. Me? I didn't try very hard, lest I wear myself out & be attacked enmass at any moment. Like usual. With at times the entire class suddenly lunging for me or some combination thereof, or assorted pinch hitters rushing me & so on. How'd I do? Meh?

  A child I'd never seen before later approached me that day. He said I'd been drugged stupid by Duh Jerk & many of my classmates & tortured for the last 2 weeks with sleep deprivation, no food, & many different drugs. Being the gang struggled to find the perfect drugs I might be susceptible to for all occasions, both in public & in private places.

  He told me I was skeletal. "Didn't you notice"?

  No I did not I told him.

  "It's because Duh Jerk ordered your Mother to rush you out the door this morning after you woke up". noting even the fact that I didn't have breakfast today would surely contribute to a poor performance in the physical test... on film.

  He said a lot, that is written elsewhere. "Now that we have films of you as being skeletal & not very strong no cop will ever listen to your accusations about "The Gym". All we have to do is whip out our films of you at the exercise tests here & the cops will laugh. Especially since my classmates merely teased me that day, Painting a picture for the coming day when they'd all say that I was a jilted nerd accusing the good boys & girls of my class. Game! Set! Match!

  After our conversation ended I walked cautiously as always to the bathroom & checked myself in the mirror. I was greeted by the face of a skeletal boy.

  Go figure huh?

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The Church on the Edge of the Forbidden Zone was Supersized!!!

  Soooooo... it was Fall of 1976 & I walked into the congregation of the church & noted that the size of the congregation had doubled! I inventoried my mind for any reason why that might be. Such as a holiday or special even & could not imagine why?

  Imagine my surprise when Snitchgirl later addressed the subject unsolicited the next day in the often-unlit hallway outside of the Cafeteria. "Those were our people. We sent them". She said they were a big group. Full of active duty members & a lot of victims whom they could order to fill the church. Fully expendable and already hopelessly blackmailed lives for the gang to throw away & to use to influence others.

  Me? I was a skeptic. So the next time I went to church I discretely discussed the subject & was shocked to find out the congregation as a whole KNEW that the new visitors were in fact ALL card-carrying Devil-Worshippers. Most told me that since they already had the one full-time Devil Worshipper (who openly managed the team in charge of menacing & attacking me) that they didn't mind doubling the congregation thusly. Some saying they even accepted it as a challenge to convert them, being that they were now in a good Christian church.

  I was dumbfounded! Amazed! Astounded at this! I warned them.

  Fast forward a few weeks. Many in the congregation commented the church had nearly doubled their active members & had the scumbag that was I to thank for it. None of them thanked me for the record. many had joined & more of them had stated they planned to join the church soon.

  Me? I warned them not to trust them.

  Fast forward time to Spring of 1977 long after I'd been forced to leave the church for my own safety. Snitchgirl bragged to me that the gang had discretely added their members to the rolls of the congregation & now voted to control the church & they "owned" it, lock, stock, & barrel.

  In time many people told me the original congregation, or what was left of it fled the church & formed another & that it's members hated me with a burning passion. Holding me responsible for the evils that took their beloved church down.

  For the record I decided to go back to the church then & a few times over the years to see what'd become of that church. For the record I did not recognize a single person from before. Not one. Note that I'm not saying they were all gone, only that everyone I knew were not to be seen by me again.

  My opinion of the subject? Since I am not now nor was I ever employed by mid-Michigan law enforcement I don't believe every word that comes out of a career child-molester's mouth & even less so when they provide a seemingly "reliable informant".