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Although I was diagnosed as a problem-child when I was very young, my mother did the best motherly thing she could have done (totally in retrospect of course), she denied the "medication". To this date I still don't know what type of medication would be given to us less-than-normal people, and to be honest I seem to have only one remembrance that is clear when I and my mom were in to see a psychologist (or whatever she was).
That was the last visit (sort of).
I am fortunate enough to be able to state that my mom bounced me from school to school and put up with my slight retardation.
I don't know how my mom and sister survived me, really.
Still, there's no complaining of "fate", the way I see it we're lucky to have been given one flipping hour of anything, let alone life.
I did not understand my shortcoming/retardation, but knew something was really wrong sometimes.All my efforts to be "normal" failed (and I tried everything, in my opinion). If I could change to be normal, it surely would have happened with a success through one of my efforts a long time ago. Failing over and over gets a bit depressing, but who am I to complain?
Now it's God's problem.
It's perhaps a story that sounds far-fetched, but really when I consider how the "normal" people murder, and do all manner of destruction, it's really not so far-fetched that I didn't know of my well-being. As an example to what I saw as crazy were the routine things others were doing.
My point is, what distinguishes retardation from all you people that do worse? When did Evolution Die and get replaced with Regression into UN-civility? If our own Government is the example to the masses (just as a parent is to the child), then we have a really bad deal right now with the chain-of command Programming.
When "normal" parents spout the first words to their beloved off-spring lies of Santa Claus, and an egg-laying bunny, and pumpkins that talk and the tooth fairy, filling the impressionable mind of the child with crack leaves no room for reason. Likewise, what did we expect of the impressionable masses having been programmed to the din of "No new taxes" and "The war to end all wars" and "The war against drugs"followed by "oh my god it's Hussein", "oh no look it's all of Iraq, shazam it's Iran, wait, wait it's Libya, and Kuwait and don't look now it's the need to arrest the parents if they dared to not send their offspring to get programmed (it's that serious of a "crime", whether home-schooled or other, the mandated programming must be to this fashion).
The way I see it, being slightly "off" is still one step closer to being on the good side of God than all the rest of you normal people. I would rather wait on God in their jails than stay "free" by paying off (financing) the extortioners and predators (or worse, "working" for them).
As a child, I didn't understand why God prefers the poor and the lowly over the rich and powerful, as written in the Bible. I felt there were a lot of disputable tenets in that old book called the Bible. Now I'm old and see that the poor simply do less harm. A poor person might steal, even from a house or business, it's an isolated incident to satisfy hunger for the day. However that one crime perpetrated by one bum is isolated amidst the millions of impoverished in this nation right now. Still, the crime of that one bum will pepper the "news" programming for years to come as a fear-inducing persuasive tool to induce the public to understand that their financing is so necessary.
2:5 Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him?
2:6 But ye have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you, and draw you before the judgment seats?
2:7 Do not they blaspheme that worthy name by the which ye are called?
14:31 He that oppresseth the poor reproacheth his Maker: but he that honoureth him hath mercy on the poor.
6:30 Men, do not despise a thief, if he steal to satisfy his soul when he is hungry;
Whereas the wealthy and powerful steal daily from all homes with their myriad of rules, laws, fees, fines, "licenses", and more and not so much as one blessed parent doth utter the mystery to its child in a bedtime story. Instead-they bother to induce stories of talking rabbits that eat carrots (*Constructive parental advice:Rabbits MIGHT eat the green leafy tops, but carrots are not what rabbits eat, so why would a loving parent allow such mis programming to be programmed into their beloved birthed angels?).
But I'm retarded and didn't know it for 30 years !!!
The aforementioned might not seem credible until you first leave everything you own to become as a poor person. Invariably you'll find the poor to be generous with what incredibly little they have (as they hide from the "good guys" that enforce the laws that prevent the poor from being seen, lest the charge of vagrancy or trespass be the excuse to sweep them off the streets...out of sight, out of the public consideration of our present state of decrepitness, the leader in the world at incarcerating its own citizenry). This is normal.
So being told the truth of my mental shortcomings from an outside entity, the FBI, somehow seemed to be information worth some cognitive processes. I'm over it now, I can't change reality or my dumb luck or the past. I'm old now and know there's not far to go before the breath is given up. I could write for days of all the totally outlandish things that were simply amiss in life. For instance, I simply thought that because I did stupid unexplainable things, that everyone else also has the occurrences, but that they simply hide it better. As far as being retarded, heebeejeebies that was never even on the table in my mind, even when family members told me. It was simply written-off that they were being mean in retaliation due to my having been insubordinate, or right about something.
Before leaving anyone incredulous (not because of any certain reason) I pose the following: Do BRAINWASHED people know they are brainwashed? Sadly, the answer is "NO". I could actually prove that almost all of my readers are programmed badly with just one simple question. Although it didn't happen long ago, most will answer incorrectly something that they knew, but was erased from their programming. Q: "How many steel and concrete with steel reinforced buildings have ever come down since mankind has been on the planet"?That's too hard, None is the answer. None, but on 9-11 there were several buildings that came down (and all of them in one State of one Country on the planet). Q: "How many buildings came down in New York on 9-11?". If you answered two, I can only say, Programming! seek and ye shall "remember" (HINT: try google and relive that covered memory of the correct answer you used to know). Programming programming Programming...See. Now you're in my boat.
Okay that was off a bit.
Jump to months after the Provo murders, after the tent and farmer deals, came a fine Christian man who brought me home to meet his wife and daughter. He fed me. He gave me a shower and a job as a mason. He housed me inside the largest RV I had ever(seen?) while he and his family remained in the adjacent home. I worked for Carlos Anthony Concrete for probably a year or less (more?can't recall), and after that gig I later went to live with a woman that I don't recall how we ever met in the first place (sorry).
It was at this "new woman's" apartment where the FBI agreed to pick me up for a sit-down (LOL couldn't resist that one).
The agent told me that the place where I was living for months was for the retarded.
Okay, I did not even know that whole communities even existed for the retarded. This news really shocked me because it seemed that I fit right in there (so later I was sad). I mean it's one of the few places where I was actually an active member of the community. Hardly a day went by that I wasn't called out and meeting with the people in that community or asked for advise on this issue or that.Other times total strangers there would come to me asking for my help with various dilemma of community concern, like what to do to make the baby-raper neighbor go away....I came up with the answer to that one. He really was a bad guy, stealing from all the other retards. And when problems arose, I was instrumental in handling some of the issues.
Never once did I think that it was populated by a bunch of retarded people. Anyway, when the agent told me of the place being for "off" people, I was embarrassed, and relieved at the same time because the woman I was living with had committed suicide (failed) that had me perplexed as to what in the world would make her want to do that. But luckily I picked up on it, I KNEW something was not quite right as she stated she wanted to go to sleep. Her wanting to go to sleep was nothing new but never before has she ever called me into her room to tell me she loved me, so I knew something was not right.
I called the ambulance people and walked briskly the many miles to the hospital where they took her. They gave her charcoal liquid to drink (no kidding) and a few days later she was diagnosed as "fine" and able to return home. Granted, I found the woman to be quirky but all women are quirky, I surely didn't think she was retarded though. I mean she did keep water in the refrigerator that I drank and only later learned from her that the reason it tasted funny is due to her keeping bleach (or something like that) in the water. She told me it cleaned her system out or something so I just assumed the water was okay for me too. Flipping retard probably almost killed me ';-)
The Agent told me other stuff, too. He told me my grandmother was a Gambino.
I did not know this. The agent stated it as if I am somehow predestined to some mobster activity. Boo
The Agent stated that I had a name in their Department also, I was the "Enigma". I didn't know what that word meant.
They asked me if I knew people by names I was not familiar with, and only much later having come to know at least one of the persons that was named. A slightly over-weight political activist (at that time).
Anyway, back to the 7-11story: My girlfriend told me to run and I ran but was too tired to outrun the gun-toters, a.k.a..officer friendlies. They threw me down and beat me, and after damaging my shoulder which is damaged even to this very day, I was jailed.
This is how I came to be in the Utah jail for disorderly conduct (or some other frivolous FALSE catch-all epithet).
I sat in that jail while Tamara, of all people, was free to come and visit with lesser and lesser frequency as the months passed. It was quite a distance for her to drive (or so I was told), but in her letters she related to me all her efforts to right the wrong that the justus system was doing by holding me for no lawful good reason. Even after I presented to the jail a copy of her full written admission, the so-called justice system would not let me go until I pleaded guilty to a lower "crime”.
It's true, there were no warrants during the time the FBI were scouring the country looking for me. I know this because of all the times I was stopped or confronted by the police throughout various states, they would invariably take my i.d.and liberty, and would eventually release me. One time I was stripped naked by the police.right in the middle of the road (Atlanta, Ga.) with not so much as having violated a traffic infraction; another time I was pulled over, dogs were brought in, the car was vandalized and never ran well after that particular encounter with the Police (Kansas?).They pulled down the ceiling of the car, they put up the hood and pulled wires and tubes free from their expected locations. In fact, for further proof of statement, just prior to the murders I and Miss Bipolar were on our way to Alaska via Jeep with only a few bags containing clothes and what-not. While at the Canadian border we were detained, separated, and questioned. I am embarrassed to say, the questions I found out later that they asked Tamara were directed to whether or not I had her in tow without her consent. It was bizarre actually how we were denied to pass through Canada but went through the American checkpoint just fine. They went through the jeep and all of the belongings (not too badly though, mostly the jeep was out of our view so there's no way to really know to what extent the personal property was searched). Then a real shocker came from their detaining us....Tamara was not a legal citizen.
She was Romanian (I think that's the country of her origin). Well, that was news to me but now we were told we would not be able to continue to Alaska and were turned around.<
Returning back toward Utah, somewhat silent, with a quiet puzzled uneasy silence, each of us wondering about the goodness of the other. How do you defend yourself against being libeled as someone that does stuff you don't even think of doing?
Without a backup plan, our destination unclear, I knew it was probably a good time to part company after arriving close to her hometown. Stopping at 7-11 convenience store along the way,Tamara pointed a gun at me, which evolved to getting beat up by the police, then jailed, then the murders at Amenity Inn,then off to the park to seek refuge from real organized killers, and then the farmer adopts me, then a mason contractor adopted me,.... holy crack, and one should miss this place called earth?
****** TO CLARIFY IN THE MINDS OF THE READER: I HAVE NEVER DONE ANY OF THE STUFF THE FBI INSINUATED. NEVER is there AN INCIDENCE IN MY ENTIRE 50+ YEARS ON THIS PLANET THAT EVEN REMOTELY RESEMBLES THE CRIMES I WAS BEING SLANDERED FOR, in all honesty THE FBI lied, PLAIN AND SIMPLE. END OF STORY.
At one point the FBI stated I was lucky they found Elizabeth Smart and the people that abducted her (Elizabeth Smart was a big deal happening in Utah at the time this was going on). The agent stated I fit a profile. phhhtt.....whatever. At least I have no pattern or history of doing what they were alleging, and I'm not a murderer that kicks down people's doors and cause all manner of havoc and fear amongst the driving, walking, sleeping and living population. It's quite apparent that although I've never killed children, the accusers have! Although I've never held a person at gunpoint, the accusers do! I've never murdered elderly or handicap people, YouTube to watch the evidence of those that do these types of things; search terms: "Police kill (*pick your term).
Not only is there not a pattern of my ever having done such devilish things, but let's look at the pattern of the accusers who ARE showing a pattern all through our history of abduction (not just Guantanamo or the few other cases which "our" media programs/desensitizes us with), and murder (not just the children in Waco or Ruby Ridge or the few other cases "our" media programs us with), etc..
Inventing the toothpick in my eye requisites first pulling the log out of their own!
So after I was jailed for doing absolutely nothing of any community-dis-service, it became apparent that the persecutors were not going to let me out of their jail anytime soon, despite the fact that the 7-11cameras invariably showed me getting out of a jeep and my girlfriend exited pointing a gun at me.Welcome to my creepy life.
Once again, I knew that everything I owned was going to be gone before I got out of their cages.
So I gave up trying to get myself out of jail, and instead devoted my caged time by studying.
Since I hadn't done any sin to warrant being locked up for, a question was persistent, "What is the ultimate underlying motive in these jails, laws, and prisons?".
Money. I decided to not finance my oppressors, to not become complicit in the crimes of those that over-rule us, to no longer aid and abet the very entity that has a pattern in my very life of being not good.
And by the time I was released from that jail,it was probably with the sighs of the jail employees and upper controllers.
I was beginning to cost them as opposed to profit.
By the time I left there, not only were there many more inmates requesting to go with me to the law library to study and see for themselves who are the guiltier party, the action of which required more officers to escort all of us onto a bus down to the City Law Library at the Court/Attorney Den, the cost of doing so seemed to coincide with the success of my motions to the court and D.O.C. and/or the DOJ (Department of "corrections" and the Department of "justice") which forced the illegal jail to break ground for the construction of a LAWFUL legal library to be built for the inmates to further a semblance of a "fair defense".
The real victims are the Public though. Thoroughly propagated are a huge slew of misinformation and askew data served via the education system (SYSTEM), as well as the tele-vised, printed, and aired Programming. The money either goes into the pocket of the few, or distributed to what the tax money was supposedly going toward in the first place (*see Administrative Law and Executive Law, then check-in to a jail to see for yourself).
Understand something, there are no paid attorneys for the bulk of those held in the cages of jail. The fact that there's not been a trial to distinguish whether it is right or wrong to hold all those people that sit in limbo between guilt and innocence is a money-scheme. Punished until Trial (or until you fork over that extortion money).
If those in jail Had money for a paid attorney, they would have probably preferred to bail themselves out of jail in the first place. Since our nation is overrun by the overzealous"lawmakers",we enjoy more laws than any other nation on the planet (hence more "criminals" than any other nation on the planet). So in effect,the controlled test-population is comprised of the expendable poor, as they are forced in a predetermined corner with the illusion of two predetermined "choices": to either "represent" himself, or trust that another man whom might meet with the inmate all of 20 minutes the day of trial, to be appointed by the same Court that shares financing with the prosecuting attorney. This isn't a scam?
The studies revealed that with judicial nomenclature, the victimized are left clueless in their defense. Judicial nomenclature uses many common words that are known and used by the average man, however the judicial crew take the common words and give new definitions; an amazing perversion of our common, otherwise colloquial words, that only the judicial system uses against the common man.
If I were lying, I'd be in jail for the following statement.
One time the government gave me a different name to use.
Having been beaten in broad daylight in my own office in Rochester NY (while a henchman stood at the door), a gun was produced and my life threatened, but that's not the topic here, the aforementioned is stated because it's the premise for my having fled New York and having ended up in Kennesaw Georgia.
By the time I arrived in Georgia, I was tapped. The traverse was actually like a big "C" on the map, so I left NY went South-West as far as Nevada and then backtracked to Georgia taking the southern route.
Shortly after having arrived and having tired of the "Boy you better get that thing taken care of, you hear?", and "Boy, An out-of-State license and out-of-state license plate on your truck are reason for our stopping you today", and "What brings you down here all the way from New York, anyway?", it was "decided" that paying off the driver's license mafia was better than dealing with their road henchmen, and would be a first step into blending in to obtain some semblance of peace.
As a side note: I never understood that super-myopia mentality of the "South will rise again". Seriously, the south was like that...one time a contractor stopped all his subcontractor workers, held up his arms and shouted to all the workers that "the yankee mason has arrived". That might be normal behavior if I were late for a job, but I wasn't. This was the pre-agreed upon time for an estimate only, and I'm certain that my arrival was early and never was I known to be late. It was as if everybody was hating me in Georgia...the southern whites hated me because I was a "yankee", the blacks hated me because I was white, and the Mexicans for pretty much the same reason (but Mexicans were the most tolerable haters, and ended up later becoming my best employees).
I'll admit, when first arriving in Georgia, I had an awful New York accent, and maybe a delusional personality to go with it (which is normal behavior in New York, but now I was completely in foreign territory).
My accent may not have made a good impression, however my handwriting is pretty much standard the nation-over, and could not conceivably be the cause of the Georgia Driver's License Bureau for having sent me a license with an "S" at the end of my last name. Now I was Kenny Hendricks! It was no picnic, mind you. At first it was bloody heebeejeebies. Try to get a bank account or a job with a social security card with one name and a license and job id with another....no check-casher will touch you which invariably meant giving or sending the check to someone else for a loss of a fee! Also I had to learn to say my new name because the times I didn't, would cause me to be denied when applying for credit and anything else money-related, or that required more than one form of i.d.
Of course we will not let our mind's be besmirched by pondering if the state ought to be liable for their faults, just as everybody else is liable when we make an error. I tell you no lie when I state it was heebeejeebies trying to feed myself because of the State's error. Consider this scenario: You have a check that cannot be cashed because it has a name that is not yours (but it's your check because you worked for it).
Thank God for Millionaire Gene Griffin! A true southerner that didn't openly hate me. I called him Bank Gene (at first), and later he became Investor Gene.
...anyway, so I was upset that people were so damn simple in accomplishing the arduous task of typing the correct name into a computer to successfully print out a license and mail it to me. I mean, if we fail at that, where do you go from there?
Little did I know, that the state-sponsored error was going to become the most successful moment of my life. But initially I felt indignant because money was tight. I decided to call and find out how to correct the error (state records will reflect that I called within minutes of opening the delivered mail the same day that the United States Postal Service delivered the Georgia License to me), and upon informing the female agent over the phone of the problem, I was offered two avenues :
1.) Return to get re-evaluated with new photo, finger print, etc. (and to my recollection this would be at MY cost),
or door number two, which was
2.) Keep the flawed license and correct the renewed license when the next renewal came around (I don't remember the exact number of years the Georgia license was good for back then).
Either way though, I was the victim that would be losing money, time, life and liberty (LOL) to remedy somebody else's error.
The need to stay gainfully employed left me displaying option Two when requested, and that's where it all started.
I was somebody else.
I cannot even begin to describe to you how fast things moved after learning to say my new name. One day I was putting in foundations and veneers and scrounging for contracts, and the next I was doing government and Fortune 500 Company contracts gaining high security clearance to obtain my own contract with Georgia's Lottery-producing Department (which by the way, possess one phenomenal security system....you people who "play" or tithe to the lotteries actually pay for it though).
I went on to conclude contracts for three water treatment plants, two in Georgia and one in Tennessee, and concluded contracts with TJ Maxx, General Mills, Fluor Corporation's TVA, strip centers and tracts, and even Georgia's largest historically renowned Cathedral of St. Phillip, and much more.
Later in life I would learn from the FBI that they had presumed me dead (implying the hunt was off for a spell).
But the heyday ended when my old name became my new name again.....
I should stop here to give a sincere shout-out to my friend and initial investor, my friend and blessing, Old Man Gene Griffin! This millionaire had a down-to-earth heart. I met him at a motel where he was playing cards with the attendant and his girlfriend (later wife). Without him, not much of the successes would have been probable.
Gene had a contract with the Air Force Base.
An entire hangar was at his disposal and he extended that to me, allowed me to use it cheaply (cheaper than any storage spot would have otherwise charged me. In fact, he initially wanted to let me use it for free but I don't generally do business that way if I can help it, free usually implies a catch and certainly denotes an owed favor or indebtedness).
Within days of having met Mr. Griffin, he purchased a truck for me. I of course paid back with an unexpected or unrequested interest amount to boot. He was definitely worth more to me. I tried to plant good bridges as best I could back then. I was an outsider and needed good friends and associations as there were no family or friends to fall back on.
The air-force hangar was extremely huge. I've worked at an airline before, this wasn't your average hangar. Railroad tracks in the ceiling for some crane stuff and empty, I was moved my scaffold, a mixer and some other equipment to the rear-left corner of the humongous building.
The next day I was shocked to find that it was filled with trucks and cars, mostly damaged. And a day later a bunch of foreign-speaking men were armed with cut-off saws and saw-saws and torches and tow motors and wooden crates and more ....it was an impressive operation! Gene even invited me down a few times to somewhere in Central America....possibly Costa Rica.
Cars and Trucks were disappearing as fast as they were chopped to size and fitted into wooden crates.
I feared that Mr. Griffin, who so kindly financed the first professional work truck I had ever owned, was either doing something illegal or was a genius. I couldn't resist, so I asked him. As it turned out, Gene also owned a truck body shop and a junkyard of his own too! Gene was an amazing man with amazing stories from all his exploits.
While my name was changed, I even worked on the talking house of the POSTMASTER GENERAL of the whole United States! His house talked, back then it was not common to have doors and refrigerators talking to you.
Suddenly I was being offered property by contractors in recompense for filling their requests. And once someone important in an airline, that I can't remember his title at this moment, offered an all-expense paid flight and domicile in Hawaii if I installed some masonry there. I was in demand and couldn't do all the work so the prices were made higher so less people would call for me. It was the heyday. But it didn't last long, a few years, maybe less.
* Note: I will not elaborate upon the Database, a new technology that I figured out all by myself, which enabled me to fax at a press of a button everybody in any zip code automatically regardless of whether or not their number was listed (or even known by anybody else).
Once per month I simply designed a flyer and hit the magic button to knock on the doors of hundreds overnight.
Soon afterward, about the year 2000 or just prior, the government passed a new law that "unsolicited calling" is a crime (regardless of the nature in which the call was made).
The renewal of "my" license, another difficult time,.
Then the surreal:The black cloud was back.
Enter John Aghajanian, rich David, the private Yacht club, and the tumble from goodness.
(will write more later)
This section concerns a murder that hadn't anything to do with me. I was young when this happened, maybe 20ish. The murder happened in a public area on a well-traveled street in daylight with plenty of people around (I believe it was called Monroe Avenue or maybe it changes name when it gets into the city....would have to look at a map to make certain). But when I attempted to relate to the "good guys" that arrived on scene as to exactly what had occurred, I was profiled, accosted, handled roughly, and ultimately slammed against a parked car in front of a bar of onlookers (Defensive Note: I don't drink so the placement of a bar between the path to the mini mart was happenstance. And for the record no, I was not in the bar before, during or after the incident. And no, the bar hasn't anything to do with the murder).
The "good guys" charged and jailed me using that catch-all window, I believe it was again "Disorderly conduct", because the officer thought I said "what a diclC" as I obeyed his undignified command and was walking away from him.
After my release I visited the pub hoping to find some of the people that had seen what happened to me, but even of those that saw the incident, declined to give me their name or number. The bar tender also declined to be a witness; in New York this is to be expected (unless the state demands them to be a witness for the state, that is).
Via Bait-and-Switch "education" system indoctrinated me to believe there were checks and balances, so I filed with the Internal Affairs against the officers that did that to me. Supposedly they were recording the meeting. We all know the script, months later, the case was summarily dismissed.
It's what they do.
It's for the show that shows no recompense for the greater damage upon the greater numbers.
It was the beginning of the realization that profit is the deciding factor as to whether ethics, fairness, or any semblance of goodness become variable or viable to those over us. We "learned" these tenets from only one primary source, it was the schools via Federally mandated Curriculum financed by big business in what business wanted in the worker of tomorrow.
Contrasting our taught present-day American programming, in the Netherlands, If you get your wife pregnant, the government PAYS the father or mother to stay home for two years during the crucial developmental years of the child (that's a government that cares about the quality of its citizenry, in my opinion).
In fact, since they legalized drugs and gambling (and even prostitution), the crime-rate actually fell to less than 2% !!! Having taken the dictates of what one human can and cannot do with his or her own money or body apparently worked for the good of the citizenry over there (and their nation also).
It's really surprising to me that I never hear people saying that the Netherlands is the model nation of the planet. The country is not hated by any other country (because the Netherlands doesn't have a history of repeated meddling in the affairs of its neighbors), and the Netherlands does not push its ways upon any other country (as opposed to this present ongoing/never-ending war we are in...about 20 years after "mission accomplished").
While in the Netherlands I applied for a "sophie" number which is the equivalent to our social security number. The place was awesome without thugs or a thuggish polity's police force. I was blown away with the diverse cultures there, but more-so with how genuinely good the people were. As an example, when I showed up at Schipold Airport, I sat down to rest at the railway station, but accidentally left one of the most important bags. I instantly found myself without money, passport, everything important! I ended up at moustafa's hotel (motel?) because it was affordable for the converted dollars to Guilders that remained in my front pocket. At about 2am an officer knocked on my door which really surprised me because I had earlier tried to find one of those (police aren't at every corner, like here). He asked politely my name and I told him. He asked whether I lost something and I stated I did. He then produced my bag and my wallet. The wallet still had the cash in it!!! The officer stated that a man found the bag unattended at the rail station and turned it in ';-) I instantly fell in love with the country when the next day I noticed something on their streets, there were no sirens or police looking for prey, there appeared no homeless, there wasn't anyone asking me for money or calling me names because of the color of my skin, their form of "bums" were actually giving something (of the VERY few I saw, none were begging....not one!). I saw a cute girl on one of the myriad of stone bridges there...she was playing a stringed instrument and singing and I sat some distance watching and admiring the beautiful music she made.....then I saw a man drop a coin between her crossed legs....I immediately was surprised because I didn't know she was a bum! Then another time on the main drag there (same road as moustafa's), I was walking and noticing that everyone was better dressed than I was....I felt kind of dirty having just walked by a gold statue right in the middle of the sidewalk. Beginning to debate whether or not I even had any nicer clothes to blend in better with, suddenly their were shrieks from young adults and parents behind me! Holy crack that statue MOVED IT'S EYES! And I saw one of the parent's toss a coin toward the person who painted a box and every inch of his clothes and self with gold, another bum....in all the time I was there only 4 or 5 were seen (and I went everywhere, I was on trains, ferries, trams, horse and buggy, a passenger bike, walking, and of course bus). Our dollar was worth 3 times more than the guilder (their dollar at the time), nowadays our value is 1/3rd of their new currency (Euro) which makes the place no longer affordable since our dollar is so depreciated.
Also in the Netherlands, one would almost have to kill somebody to end up in jail or prison (whereas in America, the "lawmakers" have created such a myriad of conflicting and entrapping laws against its citizenry that ANYBODY can conceivably be found guilty of something), but if you did end up in a jail or prison over there, the government actually allows regular conjugal visits, which when you think about it further:
A.) Keeps the marital ties close
B.) Eliminates Stress and undue anxiety within the system of reform
C.) Diminishes gay rape
D.) Conforms with biblical standards, "It is not good for man to be alone"
In contrast, the U.S. jailers torture, sometimes subjecting their inmates to extreme cold, other times taking all clothing leaving the inmate naked in a concrete box for weeks at a time, even refusing to feed for failure to conform to institutional-ism, and other sick tactics appear to be the only extracurricular for this nation's employees. They even removed HEOP (higher education opportunity programs) from the U.S. prisons, ensuring a predictable cash-cow for those that make the laws to re-profit from the controlled test population over and over again. Without education, recidivism ensures that the poor and unlawful are left with no hope, akin to sweeping dirt under a rug, it's not seen but sure to re-emerge dirtier than when initially confined.
If the government still allows you to travel, trust me ... visit the Netherlands (and then bother to notice the stark contrast when returning home).
This story leads to a murder but will elaborate when I find time. In short, if you can escape and can afford it, Do Bother to Visit Holland....and rather than feed the monopoly hotels that have begun to infiltrate, consider staying at a hostel for a couple of weeks. You'll see, the fears we have to live with here (about leaving our property and bags around others) is totally unfounded in the Netherlands. I would be proud to pay taxes in the Netherlands and to become a citizen there.
California -coming soon
Synopsis: Burned alive but now not even the police want me. This one can be read in the San Diego News. Motel 6 2nd Street (if my memory serves correct)...I was met by a well-dressed agent and given a key to a room.
Colorado -coming soon
Synopsis: FBI, SWAT kick down the 2nd floor door at the Continental Hotel in Denver Colorado and murder a young man there.
I actually met the guy the day before.
His crime that was worthy of assassination? Will return to write more later.
Florida -coming soon
Synopsis: Tasered while wet from the shower. Burn points still divoted into the plasticized concrete. R.I.P. *This story is not to be confused with the one already expounded on the previous page, which also occurred in Florida. Will return to write more later.
Synopsis: Strangled and almost killed in South Dallas Texas thanks to the antics of the FBI. Will return to write more later.
Colorado -coming soon
Synopsis: In Denver I learned that the State of Ohio had suspended my license for not paying extortion to them for "damages" incurred on the roadway. After each of us drivers were issued summonses....it was either continue to the plane in Denver or wait a few weeks for the Court date in Ohio.
Welcome Back.....Even the chanting of the Customs Officials to their beagles (or whatever those things were), as they ordered the dogs (good god, even the dogs are manipulated here): "Find it, Find it"!~, the Agents ordered.
So after the dogs and their captors were done spreading good will from around my bags, a few weeks later I found that the road scammer and the State of Ohio held court without my presence. The US Government can show that I was in the Netherlands when they held court without my presence and could very easily verify when I left the States. Yet Ohio frothingly award the claimant-scammer thousands of dollars for "damages". Later the Judge would also suspend my license for refusing to pay.
Despite the police report having clearly stated: "No Damages, No Injuries", the scammer submitted to the court photos of the entire quarter fender and bumper off his car and that was enough for the judge, apparently the judge never bothered to wonder why a police officer of the state of Ohio would lie on the scene claiming "No Damages, No Injuries" (but to date, this crooked way of doing business appears to be par for the course in Ohio See, another Ohio scammer.
So rather than pay the extortion, I quit driving (more than a decade now). I'm told I can get a "license" to travel again but think it to be financing bad business, besides I'm adjusted now.
New York -coming soon
Note to self: Start this section at the point in which I joined the military. Sergent Boraccio (sp?) in Tempe Arizona as recruiting officer; passed ASFAB and Physical but...
Synopsis: "Goldo", murder with a message. Will return to write more later.
Florida -coming soon (oh I can't resist)
Pill-popping addict ex-cop neighbor shoots at my house stating he is going to shoot me (because I stacked some concrete block next to my garage on my own property. The fact that I stored the concrete block was somehow the tipping point from the day before when he threatened me because I woke him up with my lawnmower; it was like 2pm!). So the ex-cop refuses to come out of his house when the police arrive. They surround the ex-cop's home on the corner in Port Richey and even had a helicopter overhead to coax the freak out of his house. ***This is a good story and I will stop back to add more to this later....synopsis: while the addict cop is in his home with weapons, one of which he already discharged, what do the "good guys" do? Well it seems quite rational to call me out of my house and have me wait in front of his house in the dead-center of the road! When the cop finally comes out, he is permitted to sit in a lawn chair on his lawn while I'm forced to stand in the middle of the road...naturally the devilish judgmental cop is not charged whatsoever. When I entered the police station to file charges, I'm discouraged and basically denied. Still waving your flag? The game has changed with this system in place in our Nation (read revelations and see what direction we're nigh to, and please stop rationalizing that you are living your life as best you can....any criminal and crackhead on the planet is also doing that tough task).
A big thanks to Mike DewineOur Ohio State Attorney General, for having participated and expedited the recompense of non-authorized demands for non-authorized funds to a monopoly for no service and no product, thanks
I know it sounds like a small amount to argue about, however the larger issue of the breach of public trust still stands (if they can hack my personal property, then where is the line drawn? At our webcams and microphones?). I feel this matter is of some national security considering virtually everything is computer-driven these days, this action puts our nation at risk entirely, in my opinion.
Although the aforementioned might give the illusion that I won something, I did not. I lost hours and hours of my life remedying the actions of the cause. My personal property was never recompensed and still sits here "bricked" and unusable. This was never about the money really, obviously it is a small amount. The greater issue is that if they can affect my system, can they not just as easily affect all other systems as well in the same manner? Whether it be from a rogue employee or whether the actions are state-sponsored/corporate-sponsored we will not be foretelling because when it happens it's too late. This is not windows or mac that we're discussing here, the systems the monopoly hacked and damaged is the same systems that are the very backbone of the entire internet infrastructure.
A big thanks to Mike Dewine, our Ohio State Attorney General.
This next one I cannot myself at this moment in time recollect which state I was in.
Before I talk about the murder, I can tell you what I recollect about the jail or prison I was in (if it was prison, it was definitely NY though).
I was in the "box" but I don't recall what I did to get there.
The cell I was in was the first at the end of the hall
The solid door and solid walls made the place almost impossible to communicate in.
There was a woman that was dressed up as a guard or she may have been a guard, but the uniform she wore made her a sergent or corporal, something higher than a common correctional officer.
She came in the dead of night and was escorted by one or two male guards and when my door opened I do not recall yelling to get me up but the guards were not whispering either.
I was told to stand up, I complied. I was told to drop my state-issued trousers, I complied.
After a few moments I was told to go back to sleep but heard the next cell open and the next later after that.
Wherever I was, there were often threats to not feed me if I didn't shut up (because I wanted the federally mandated 1 hour out of the cage to stretch or at least get fresh air (there's actually reasons and really good ones at that, for the federal law, if you don't know why, please bother to do your homework and you will have learned something really mk-ultra-ish about the fact that they already know what happens to humans that are kept in isolation for long hours of long weeks, months, and for some years...their mind's are gone after a while, then their body, then premature death/murdered).
I do not recall how many times I was not fed but recall twice (this is not a shocker to anyone that has found themselves on the "wrong" side of the "law"
There was a guy, I believe he may have been Puerto Rican. One night I was awoken by the pleading, coughing, flushing, crying and pleading and calling out loud for the guard and coughing and wheezing and choking and banging and after a while various unseen others began to bang on their cell doors and also yell for the night-officer.
The only time we heard from the night officer was his one-time reply "shut the fluck up and go to sleep!".
Most of us complied by shutting up but none of us probably could sleep to the strange sound the man was making while pleading.
It was odd.
We've all heard yelling when one is angry, and we've all heard yelling when at the ball park, and we all have heard yelling during exstacy, but this was none of those. This guy was genuinely screaming for a doctor, nurse, guard, other inmates.
He knew he was dying and after about two hours of this outrageous pleading I could tell he was really dying in there.
The inmates all started banging on their solid doors again and yelling, this caused the unseen guard at the end of the hall to yell back "I said shut the fluck up in there I'm trying to sleep!" and he slammed a door that ordinarily was left open. This particular guard never made one solitary walk through to check the inmates (that I know of).
I mentioned the issue of being fed earlier because once (while at MidState) I was poisoned via my food (but it was by the same nationality that I believe was what the dying man was).
He trailed off but one could tell he was really dying.
The next shift arrived and it was during their first walk-through that a rush of radios and keys and guards carried the dead man away from his cell.
Did he have kids? A wife? A mother? Was he even guilty of anything at all? Did he have a name? A fair trial based on TRUTH?
The fact is, the other inmates are not your threat (if you ever get locked up, I went from a medium security to Attica which was a maximum so when I tell you this, it's from experience as a skinny white guy). The guards are your primary threat to surviving prison, if not by your food, then maybe by a beating.
One can read this particular account and discount it due to the fact that my memory is sketchy concerning the date, the location, and other details of this place I mention, but if there was any government official that wanted to test me, he/she would lose miserably (provided they help refresh my memory of the various places I was at). All I need is a little refamiliarization and I'm sure the buried crack will come up bubbling to the surface with every nitty-gritty detail of the place.
The fact is, when something traumatic happens in your life (for me it was receiving three years straight prison time for a freaking fight while those that judged me are murderers and worse!), but whether you are a female survivor of a brutal rape, or whether you are a man that has endured hard time, these are areas that are sooner or later buried to preserve one's sanity. For instance, nobody in the public wants to be inundated with talk about prison, or the fact that you went there...You wouldn't bring this topic up to your employer or a person you might fall in love with (not on a daily basis or else they'll run). Imagine a woman you meet at a club or restaurant that tells you in detail of the brutal rape, it's the same with us men concerning a vicious money-making scheme that kept us imprisoned....it's simply better left unsaid (I'm old now so who the heebeejeebies do I need to impress this close to the grave? So I shout on the rooftops through the online censorship as best as possible... not for pity, or help, or to cause anger, but in the hopes that someday, my voice might be the straw that when added to all the other straws COMPLETELY BREAKS THE BACK of a devilish unjust system that has not worked in hundreds of years (until the HEOP, which didn't last long before the prison dropped higher education opportunity Programs to the inmates claiming it's not in the budget anymore).
There's been a lot of murders I've witnessed while in the STATE'S CUSTODY, some were instigated by the guards to put one inmate against another (who will come to their aid? How would anyone ever know?), some the guards did overtly and without fear of reprisal (surely a handful of guards overseeing the incarceration of thousands of "criminals" should prove the larger majority is of little threat). They've tasered just for fun, they've withheld food because they could, they've denied visits (because you might have made a fuss about how they were demanding you strip and pose), they've used their authority to completely fabricate lies just to get the last laugh, they've beaten, stripped, mistreated, and even hosted fights (two for me that I recall, the guard as referee), and more.
I need to end this last section here because it's after 4am but would like to close by saying that it, again, is not my intent to cause anger, or to sound as one that complains. But if there's ever a regime change that offers real humane opportunity, you damn-well better believe I'd be taking my geriatric self right down to the front lines. Not for me, my life is almost over...it's the next generation all of us are leaving without hope.
I believe we can do better.
I do, however want to mention something to contrast our taught programming.
In the Netherlands, If you get your wife pregnant, the government PAYS the father or mother to stay home for two years during the crucial developmental years of the child.
(that's a government that cares about the quality of its citizenry, in my opinion).
It has long-since been scientifically found that the human infant actually receives determinate programming during the first couple of years having dropped from the womb.
In fact, the Netherlands even legalized drugs and gambling (and even prostitution).
The crime-rate actually fell to less than 2% !
This SHOULD be at least MENTIONED in "our" "NEWS"!!
If our Nation of the U.S. isn't permitted to critically consider the political decisions of various other nations, then we are as a cow, with blinders on.
Here's a joke that just fell out of my head:
What did the one cow say on the way to the grinder, to the cow in front of him?
Answer: Keep Mooving
Having dispelled the dictates of what one human can, and cannot do, with his or her own money or body, apparently worked for the good of the citizenry over there.
And their nation stepped up to become the purveyor of freedom, almost non-existent crime, and has long-since been reputed as being the most Democratic Nation on the planet to date. (Wow, we missed our chance).
It's really surprising to me that I never hear people saying that the Netherlands is the model nation of the planet.
Our PROGRAMMING is derived from a well-thought-out curriculum within the schools, so we're sure to hear only a smidgen of the Nation Netherlands (like a three minute blurb in junior-high or grade-school).
The country Netherlands is not hated by any of it's neighbors, nor other countries, because the Netherlands doesn't have a history of repeated meddling in the affairs of its neighbors.
Our Nation of the U.S. should desire to be a model nation.
The Netherlands does not push its ways upon any other country (as opposed to this present ongoing/never-ending war we are in...about 20 years after "mission accomplished").
While in the Netherlands, I realized I just wanted to stay, and applied for a "sophie" number, which is their equivalent to our social security number.
(needless to say, I was denied)
The place was awesome without any hint of thugs or a thuggish polity's police force. I was blown away with the diverse cultures there, but more-so with how genuinely good the people were.
In the shops were smiling happy people all speaking different languages...even different dialects of the English language!
As an example to the outrageous goodness:
When I showed up at Schipold Airport, I sat down to rest at the railway station (grand central?), but accidentally left one of the most important bags.
I instantly found myself without money, passport, everything important!
I ended up at Moustafa's hotel (motel?) because it was affordable for the converted dollars to Guilders that remained in my front pocket.
At about 2am an officer knocked on my door which really surprised me because I had earlier tried to find one of those (police aren't at every corner, like here). Then the fear of memories and patterns that is typical in the U.S. came to mind.
I instantly thought that even oceans away from the U.S., the crack just keeps happening to me, what now?
Surprisingly, after opening the door, The over-polite officer asked my name, and I told him.
He asked whether I lost something and I stated I did.
He then produced my bag and my wallet for my inspection.
The wallet still had the cash in it!!!!????? wtf!!!!
The officer stated that a man found the bag unattended at the rail station and turned it in ';-)
I instantly fell in love with the country when the next day I noticed something on their streets, there were no sirens or police looking for prey, there appeared no homeless, there wasn't anyone asking me for money or calling me names because of the color of my skin. Their form of "bums" were actually giving something to the community, as opposed to just begging like little clouds that give no rain (sorry L.A., your city came instantly to mind).
Of the VERY few "beggars" that I saw, none were begging....not one!.
For instance, I saw a cute girl on one of the myriad of stone bridges there...she was playing a stringed instrument over the water and singing. I sat some distance watching and admiring the beautiful music she made, and wondered about her.....then I saw a man drop a coin between her crossed legs!
This was surprising because I didn't know she was a bum!
Then, another time on the main drag (same road as moustafa's), I was walking and noticing that everyone was better dressed than I was....I felt kind of dirty having just walked by a gold statue right in the middle of the sidewalk.
Passing by the statue I thought, what a strange place for a statue. But then the thought was quickly dismissed because this was the first country I had ever been in that had dual-sex urinals right in the middle of the side-walk, too!
Beginning to debate whether or not I even had any nicer clothes to blend in better with, suddenly were shrieks from young adults and parents behind me!
I turned to look and Holy crack did that statue just MOVE IT'S EYES!?
One of the parents tossed a coin toward the statue. Would you believe a person actually painted a box and every inch of his clothes and self with gold?!
Another blasted bum....
However, in all the time I was there only 4 or 5 bums were seen (and I went everywhere, I was on trains, ferries, trams, horse and buggy, a passenger bike, walking, and of course bus).
The P U B L I C transportation didn't even require me to pay! Just hop on and ride.
Back then, our U.S. dollar was worth 3 times more than the Guilder (their dollar at the time); nowadays our value is 1/3rd of their new currency (Euro), which makes the place no longer affordable to U.S. since our dollar is so depreciated. (thanks to the wonderful tactics of the "accountants" and "planners" here)
Also in the Netherlands, one would almost have to kill somebody to end up in jail or prison (whereas in America, the "lawmakers" have created such a myriad of conflicting and entrapping laws against its citizenry, that ANYBODY can conceivably be found guilty of something).
But get this, if you did end up in a jail or prison over there, the government actually allows regular conjugal visits!
Which, when you think about it further:
A.) Keeps the marital ties as close as humanely possible
B.) Eliminates Stress and undue anxiety within the system of reform as the deviant is incarcerated
C.) Diminishes gay rape and other sexual strifes and urges
D.) Conforms with biblical standards, "It is not good for man to be alone"
E.) And more!
In contrast, the U.S. jailers torture, sometimes subjecting their inmates to extreme cold, other times taking all clothing leaving the inmate naked in a concrete box for weeks at a time, even refusing to feed for failure to conform to institutional-ism.
Evident are other sick tactics, which appear to be the only extracurricular for this nation's employees.
Our Nation even removed HEOP (higher educational opportunity programs) from the U.S. prisons, ensuring a predictable cash-cow for those that make the laws to re-profit from the controlled test population over and over again. Without education, recidivism ensures that the poor and unlawful are left with no hope, akin to sweeping dirt under a rug, it's not seen but sure to re-emerge dirtier than when initially confined.
And lo~! Look at all the almost free labor!
In case my reader is not keen on the issue, in our Nation there are entities such as Cor-Craft and Wackenhut that are "privately" owned prison systems. These corporations that are publicly traded on the Stock Exchange, own various prisons. The Public only hears of the names of the prisons, not the owners.
The forced labor *(I held out pretty good at first), will have you "happy" to do the unpaid work sooner or later. Whether it's producing articles of clothing or license plates, you will comply (or go hungry and without hygiene items).
If you're one of the lucky ones, and the government still allows you to travel, trust me on this one ... visit the Netherlands, but stay more than 30 days to get a taste of what the place is really like.
(and then bother to notice the stark contrast when returning home).
This story leads to a murder but will elaborate when I find time.
In short, if you can escape and can afford it, Do Bother to Visit Holland.
Nowadays I'm not allowed to leave the country.
Rather than feed the monopoly hotels that have begun to infiltrate the Netherlands, consider staying at a hostel for a couple of weeks.
You'll see, the fears we have to live with here in the U.S. about leaving our property and bags unattended around others, is totally unnecessary and an unfounded-fear in the Netherlands.
I would be proud to pay taxes in the Netherlands and to become a citizen there.
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