“You must have done something wrong,” they will say, and “There are two sides to every story.” No one seems able to believe it. But I was seized in my driveway and taken away, on a perjurous “mental health” complaint. Three times, the “social services” were called on me, and after learning that they could not have me taken away for “treatment” unless I were a “danger to myself or others,” they simply drew up a perjurous complaint. I stare in amazement at the circumstance, thinking there must be something more than I am seeing. People I have known for fifty years are trying to hurt me in astonishing ways, and succeeding. I have done nothing wrong, nor even said a single thing that is false, yet have been accused like a scapegoat, forbid to speak in my own defense, each accusation answered yielding to a new accusation, everything I say being used only against me, quite as though in answering I spoke to a box of rocks or a brick wall. Is it that having no money, there is simply no justice in relation to me? Or perhaps that everyone to whom I speak is on Oxy, and unable to comprehend a two sentence answer? What have I done? What have I said that is even false?
Ah, but “you are crazy!” I was just told that today for saying that the reason people do not understand me is that they are on opiods, to a person who is in fact on opiods. The first time social services was called, my mother, where I live- caring for her and her five cats and house and property- had borrowed money from a sister to pay a gas bill, and the sister resented it and decided it was my fault. She is known for viscious attacks, “going for the eyes,” I call it, metaphorically, when she is enraged (but I am “mad”). We are always very poor, especially after winter, in the spring. I got through this first social services call alright, I thought, pointing out that I was the only one involved not on psychiatric drugs or oxy, and that I did plenty of work to cover a reasonable rent. When I had work, I did pay 300$ plus the chores, but the chores continually increase. I used to work for some of those who are now my accusers. But lets see, I live mostly in the shed out back except for essential functions for which one legally needs a house, and have nothing like the rights of a renter. I am simply silenced in my own house, or, at my own address, since I own nothing, except a truck, and many many books- I used to be a teacher, but that is a different story. Let it suffice to say I did a fine job till the end, with no complaints, until that last semester when I failed a couple kids for cheating bad- the students cheat nowadays a lot, and we let most of it go. Liberal arts is no way for a white male to flourish in American community colleges nowadays, and anyone involved with the colleges knows exactly what I mean. In politics and philosophy- previously white male dominated professions- no white males were hired to full time positions for the last fifteen years, and everyone knows this. The well connected went to work for think tanks, etc., but I do not live that way, by networking and cultivating connections. I worked quite a bit at painting and labor for craftsmen, old friends, but eventually- before there was any health care- lost my teeth and fiance, developed a twitch in my eye, and, as these are the days of feminism- hit the road. I bounced around at two different addresses, working across the street as a cat shepherd, then staying with my father for a while, till he threw a glass at the wall behind me for saying something true, and it was time to leave. A place opened up here, where there is my beloved shed, when my nephew was, we think, caught stealing Oxy and expelled. When my mother was in critical for a month and a half, I was taking care of her many cats and visiting her for many hours till I and my ex-fiance were drained. But then I put a picture window in the shed, which had been a chicken coup, thinking too that one day I would like to live there. It is my older sister who first thought of converting the shed, when she was pregnant with my nephew. She is an old farmer and a horse girl, and it is that same nephew who moved out when I moved in. I have been three years trying to get time to clean out the garage to make it useful again, and three years trying to clean up the last of my father’s junk piles, left as when one dies, right as it was the day he finally left. I was showing this to the son of another nephew the other day, before I figured it was just too dangerous for me to spend time with him. I was already careful to never be in the position of a legal guardian, as is even a teenage babysitter, even while his grandmas go to the store and want to leave him with me, because I was being accused by everyone of anything, and I have no money. Things are not the way they used to be, and while we have made great improvements, many things are now destroyed that will be irretrievable. See, it is not that I do not take account of these things. I had to insist that I not be left with the child, despite them- my mother and sister- acting like there was something wrong with me for foreseeing that I might be accused. I was correct in fact that people were looking for anything to accuse me of, and that anything at all might be invented. The poor are now extremely vulnerable, and we have no lawyers, so are always wrong no matter what. The women own and have taken through the courts all the property in the United States, it seems, but we who do not yet know better than to speak a word against feminism are learning. My judge will likely be a woman, and as I have said, I was seized and as if charged for mere speech.
So, my charming sister, the middle one, first accused me, over the gas bill. I told my mother one day we were out of cat food while the sister was here- it is her responsibility, while I do all the cat labor, 7 days a week, and many other things. People are always trying to put their cats off on me, because I like them, ans I must say I cannot justify it to my creditors. Lawn cutting and snow shoveling and much trash, and some driving and shopping, etc, which no one will recognize. I have told them, “get out your pencil,” but no one will. “Why is there only one side to your ledger?” and “put an add in the newspaper for it then,” because I also work security and am on call 24 hours and seven days. I am subjected too to moods no renter would abide, and can be two days at a time without facilities. I understand and do not mind so much, but it needs to be recognized, when I am accused as if of welshing off the mother. I would estimate the cost at ten dollars an hour might be 600-1000$ per week. Put an add in the newspaper. But I do have a side of the ledger. The older sister dumped two cats on me years ago, probably mad because I gave them tuna and wet food, and they liked me, and I cleaned her cat litter boxes almost daily when I lived there for a while, between my father’s and the shed. My mother would leave the door open in the winter, after her dog would let himself in, and I told her too that she could not afford to do that. I also told the social services worker that, and though he did not return my calls, he left me alone. I threatened to sue if the affair cost me even 5 $, as I cannot afford this excrement. I am the poorest person that you know.
I work also in the house, on the computer, and was working hard at writing and politics when I received a death threat. I have a PhD in politics, and work on some high level matters, though, because I am dirt poor and this is America, no one believes me. It is probably better that way. But count, if you doubt me- the number of phrases and even whole issues that show up on my blog before they show up in the news, and you will get what I mean. There are a few of us like that, I am not the only one, but the Oxy-heroine scandal and the Russian election of 2016 are prime examples. Property seizures is another- I saw them taking the autos of the poor because they could not afford to oppose “them,” over and over, and in 2009 the Detroit News covered the issue, and they had to back off a bit. But it was quite a scam, the chop shops owned by a brother-in-law of a cop, in town after town. I know this is not the sort of thing people concerned primarily about the health of the body do. Getting Jackson off the 20 instead of Hamilton off the 10, and John 15:13 in relation to police, are other examples. I like when people use stuff off my website, and true things are hit on often by many people at once. Others were onto oxy before me, but not many, and we have always seen what is happening with the psycho-dope, as we call it. We still want Madison booted up from the 5000$ bill to one in regular daily use. It is a certain kind of thing I do that others do not do, cultivating thought and insight. I may still be the only one saying how- if I am right, the 2016 election was turned- through the spy-marketing system, Kaspersky or something like it, and targeted interference. The CIA, though, seems hip this, as does the Supreme Court case. I say these things, though, especially for my side of the ledger, since I am now continuously accused.
When one receives a death threat, it is the fault not of the one receiving it, but of the one sending it, correct? I showed the death threat to a librarian, and was launching my new political party- the CLC, that day. I had gone down to the county a couple days before, under, as I thought, the death threat, to pick up the forms to collect 3000 signatures needed to run for U. S. Representative. The circumstances of this first death threat are too unbelievable to even describe, though it is clear from previous blogs, and that is all I will say here. I told 9 different levels of government, and no one asked me a single question, and no one likely will, unless I am killed-making it much more difficult to do so. I did not think I had much of a chance running for representative, though my credentials are superior to the one who holds the job, and he is not doing his job. Well, as I would say, he is doing half his job- the partisan half, and I would plan to represent all the people. The first “C” stands for “centrist,” in contrast with “rightist” and “leftist.” I showed the death threat to a librarian, and seriously thought I had been followed on three occasions, so I had asked to speak to a trusted FBI agent at the library, where I quickly wrote two letters to important people I would want to write if I were shot in the street on my way to vote and set up the table at the polls to advertise my new political party. When I left the library, after waiting for 6 hours, a family was parked next to me and getting into the car, so I waited and had a smoke before I turned the key, so they could get clear, just in case. Pretty crazy, eh? When I told my father about what I thought was happening, he called the librarian, who told him with assurance I was “schizophrenic.” She spoke with assurance, as if someone with authority had told her this. It is, of course, illegal for a shrink to diagnose someone they have not personally examined- the “Goldwater rule-” even for diagnoses as minor as “narcissism.” My father- he has a high school diploma- explained that this, “schizophrenia,” is biological and chemical, and one of the signs is- surprise- that the person does not admit they have it, and will not submit to the experimental druggings they call “help.” Kind of like Freud, if you do not believe his theory, the Freudians would say that is due to “resistance,” a technical psychological term, for the Freudians. No one ever checked to see if the death threat might be true. But another sign of the disease may be thinking that it matters if things feared or imagined are in fact true. Our psychology ignores, regarding even “depression,” whether or not sad things have in fact occurred. To be sad is pathological regardless, which may be better theory for selling drugs, though not for caring for human beings. But I told my father, about the family getting into the car next to me, if that was you, and you thought you received a serious death threat, do you have a smoke and wait before you turn that key? I had the time. Or do you suppress the knowledge of the possibility, and start the engine as if nothing were going on? Choose. I gave my mother five days to think about that question and make a choice, when she argued I was obliged to take no precautions. In typical Trump fashion, though, the death threat would be turned to accuse me of what the Trumpsters are in fact doing.
But when one believes they have received a very serious death threat, they do not act the same as they did, nor as all the people around them act who do nothing serious and are not under a possible death threat. I joked that I had pissed off so many interests with my blogs it could be coming from any one of six or seven places, and they would never figure it out if it occurred. And what I had seen surrounding the election of August 2, a primary, had me quite concerned. When I was at the county building picking up the forms for signatures, and reported that I thought I was under a death threat, I was told by the police at the county building to just drive right on over and report the threat to the County police. That seemed a little odd, as I had seen some very strange things on my way in. I reflected that these- the county police- were accused on my website of slandering my father, and had done quite a few illegal things to him in his folk-heroic efforts to get his township to obey the open meetings act and decided instead to report the threat to the State police. I have also read Serpico. So I decided to go for the State Police. Twice I went to State Police posts that were empty, and ended up at the city police asking for a State officer, but the state police would not believe me. Some very strange things I will not discuss were happening that were quite consistent with being followed. Mad people often think they are being followed, but sometimes people really are followed. Real agents study knowing how to tell when one is being followed, and the difference is, of course, whether or not it is true. One has nothing to lose if he cautiously takes the possibility seriously, and quite a bit to lose, perhaps, if he does not. But when I got home, a writer who I followed- I shit you not- had a story titled, “We’ll get you next time, you little bastard,” right there in my e-mail. It is part of the evidence that I have asked the Canadians to preserve. One of course does not know if one is right about such things, and if you are wrong you are “schizophrenic.” But if you are right, and you ignore it, you are dead. As I have said, they are not going to send a notarized copy with copies to the police and to ones father and uncle. They are going to communicate a death threat so that it is received only by the recipient, then disappears, if that is at all possible. There may be evidence of not a single mob death threat, yet no one doubts that these occur- no one. They just do not care or have the balls to care. Only one of my 3 death threats failed to do this, disappear- documented January 28th on twitter, but that is why this is the one I have taken least seriously, and even said I would forgive him, as it was more a technical threat of death by a boisterous speaker, hopefully. No one to this day has ever looked at this threat, though I have asked quite a few people to do so, and I reported the other two to police. As usual, I say I have presented plenty of reason to take note of and even look into the matter. But my uncle- the one who said I was “one step away from doing something really scary-” in a court document under penalty of perjury- this same one, said I had to have proof in order to do anything, and the police too said I had to be able to press charges, or they would do nothing. This is beyond brilliant, since the proof of a mob or any serious death threat is on the pavement before any charges can be brought. And so, what proof did he have to say such a thing, under penalty of perjury, with a great deal of harm at stake? One cannot prove a thing that is false- that is logic.
We have a right, of course, to take reasonable precautions in such a circumstance, just in case it is not nothing, not a delusional hypothesis, but true. I sent word to my nephew, who has stolen from both the residents here, that this was not the time for him to be sneaking around the property at night. That is all I said, and never spoke to him directly. asked by my mother to explain, I did. This then became, as in the game of telephone, where one whispers a thing along a line of participants and sees to his amazement what comes out the other end- became that I had “threatened to kill my nephew,” and by the time my sister accused me in the court papers I say are perjury, this had become, “he threatened to beat his nephew_______’s head in with a baseball bat.” I was also accused of threatening to “Kick his ass.” What I said was rather that I had three things to say to him, the warning for his own good and two questions, about why, when he came here to clean up his stuff in the garage, the only place he cleared was one place right where one can climb up and see whether or not I am sitting at my desk. And did anyone pay him to do so? I would ask him these questions, I said, and if he assaulted me for mere speech, as my sister had already done, I would not treat him as I did a girl, and I may have even said I would “Kick his ass,” I do not remember. I said that about the owners of the Friskies cat food company, again in a conditional sentence, “If” the MSG drugged cats knock the old woman down the stairs because they get under her feet “then” I would…, my thought is find the bourgeoisie responsible and knock them off their porch, but it is not likely I’d be able to find them. (We are rather starting a class action suit, and pressuring the company before their monopoly does cause this to happen.) Courts are to civilize the violence between humans as we prevent our being treated unjustly, as may well result if one does nothing and this becomes well known. I have been told that there is nothing we can do about Friskies because a federal standard calls MSG “natural” and so it must be allowed.) I do talk that way. But I have certainly said nothing that I do not have a right to say. And it turns out, from a half a ladder and a box of stuff I found up above the place that was cleared out, that he probably was sneaking around at night, though probably not to steal. So if one were sneaking around at night, startled and hiding in the garage or under the stair, it probably would not be and a hit man coming to carry out a possible threat of death or torture, so what I said could only have prevented a mistake. Tire tracks in the field and a huge snapping turtle discovered by the front porch are also quite suspicious. Hamlet accidentally kills Polonius, who should have been his father in law, because Polonius is spying on him and Hamlet thinks it is the King, who Hamlet wants to kill while the King, who murdered Hamlet’s father, is doing something perfidious. But in such circumstance, though the hit man would be very stupid, one cannot count on a hit man not being stupid. And one would not be very smart ask to check his ID. Death threats are indeed more likely to cause harm by accident. That is why they are a crime, considered assault, a form of not constitutionally protected speech.
But that was last fall already. The second time the social services was called to the house, it did not result in my being taken away, because there was no reason to do so. I discovered that the spy tech in our houses is spying on us and the information collected is not secure. Everyone knows this, but none will systematically think out the implications. That is not my fault, and may well be a virtue- again, if it is true, and I am afraid it is true. This is a fact, and we are stupid if we think, as the agent who visited to try to take me away required me to think, that we can be assured that this is only used “for marketing purposes.” Anyone who pays has access to anything they pay for, not to mention hackers, political enemies and government, with its errors. That is why we have a Fourth Amendment, and anyone who thinks can easily know that this, the Fourth Amendment, is no longer observed. I am not even going to explain how I figured this out- that my tech was spying on me in significant ways. You will not believe me, and it would take too long, but I looked the question up through Google, and it turns out I am correct. Camera and microphone full bore, on three different technologies, T.V., computer and telephone, all day and night, whether these instruments are turned on or off. Once, in the middle of the night, just after we had switched to Microsoft Windows 10, the sound came on loud as if to scare me, and a camera came on the screen and snapped a picture of me. They were apparently pissed because I would not give them even the information required to distinguish the various users of this machine, as though that were an obligation of ours. Even the director of the FBI puts tape over the top of his computer, but if they are not a few moves ahead of us, they are simply not very smart, and in fact they are. What the people do not understand is, that one cannot think out the significance of these things. Everyone says “I have nothing to hide,” playing up to those watching, when anyone can know that government is not always pure and not the only ones with access. But that becomes real easy, at least in certain ways, when you are under a death threat. One can no longer say “I am going to the store, do you need anything?” without a whole different set of practical reasoning. I wondered how they could as if know where I was going, did my heroin-oxy addicted niece stick a bug in my house in exchange for…but no. The tech is spying, sold and hacked, and anyone who buys the line that this is only for marketing purposes cannot work on anything serious anyway, and might consider an offer to buy the Brooklyn Bridge. I heard, on the news, a man assassinated in Bangladesh, a blogger, at an intersection, stabbed by four who met him there and then shot by a fifth- you figure it out- if you can. We will never have another free election as long as this continues, and the people are just too stupid to figure it out and too slavish to do anything about it. When I threatened to sue Microsoft- I never consented to the spying even by buying their products- they blamed the FBI, and this too was on the radio news. I have an archive blog complaining about it. But it is, again, not my fault and perhaps a virtue that I listen to the news and no one else does. Perhaps it is not those who study and think but those who do not who are the ones here that are not listening.
But the second call to social services was because I was trying to persuade my mother to get rid of the spy tech. I live here and walk between my inside room and the bathroom, and am sick to death of the publicity regarding my gastric troubles, as well as the general loss of privacy. Before I learned about the spying, a friend discussed a very private molestation he had suffered, right on Roku, Magnovox, Microsoft and Toshiba. We even tried to sue over it, but the TV lawyer thought the case too expensive. He is busy suing the taxpayers through the city for accidents that can be easily exaggerated. But I am surprised we did not get coupons for psychotherapy. The Americans are so stupid!
We also tried to sue over Oxy, and this does seem to be the reason not only for mood disorders and practical inabilities, and sleep disorders, but also for the fact that Americans now have trouble following a two sentence explanation of much of anything. But it is an ethical or moral problem that the one explaining is then blamed, and that before they get to the end of the sentences to even hear what is being said!
My mother threw a temper tantrum because she could not stand my saying, as they put it, to make me sound as crazy as possible, that “the T.V. is watching us.” What used to be madness, in 1984, is now common sense. I had already given up trying to persuade her, and called the police to press charges: It is illegal in Michigan to record any conversation between two people unless one of them consent. The police will do nothing. I did not really realize that one cannot even buy tech anymore that does not spy on you and sell the information. I seriously hoped to persuade her to get rid of it, and said I would be justified if I threw the damned thing out in the front yard and smashed it. This too became “Mark threatened to smash the T.V.,” come to think of it. But the mother called my brother, who accused me of madness and of not paying money to stay here. Again I had to defend myself, and did so before the accusation shifted. I have no money and no work, cause I’v not been well and have few teeth, but as I have said, I do plenty of chores- at least three or four hours a day of matters I am not responsible for, which, 7 days a week over 30 days at even 10$ and hour comes to easily enough to stay mostly in the shed and have equal renter rights. But it is the mom’s house and part of my purpose here is that she be able to stay as long as possible, and she cannot stay here alone: that is how she wound up in critical last time. She would get in squabbles with all 4 siblings, and I am the only one, frankly, who will pick her up out of the ditch while she is bitching at me, in part because I understand these things in a different way. I hold a PhD in Politics, and a double B. S. in Psych and Philosophy, with a graduate minor in literature, and have written 2-4 books, depending on how one wants to figure it. Plus I am a Christian, and Jesus teaches that sort of thing. But the brother would have none of it: I need “help,” and they “Love me” so much they are going to get this for me- by getting me evicted and if possible seized and taken away for drugging. But even if the cops, when they come, make a mistake and shoot me, it will be “my own fault,” said both my brother and my uncle, and there are plenty of examples on the internet. In the Philippines, it is even a favored and fancy way of carrying out a death threat, but it is still too risky in the U. S., if not by much. Good thing I did not get angry at the injustice- my martial arts teacher said he would be dressing up in Ninja- but it is, no, just a figure of speech, for God sake! I have literally never struck a person in my life, even in training (and that is almost unheard of), not that I would not. As I have said: “If you hit me, I will hit you back,” or press charges, or both. And if you drop off the first half of this conditional sentence and charge me, I will charge you with perjury. Although the right of self defense is not exactly in the Bill of Rights, the courts of course will recognize this, as does common sense, and also the right to use force in defense of others. One would be hard pressed to find someone who has thought out the use of force theoretically as I have, nor one who has exhibited more self control. I could go on, but won’t. One ought not lie about such things or abuse the police and the “mental health” system, so that these are there when they are needed under truth. When, 2 days later, Wikileaks reported that the CIA knew of certain vulnerabilities in our tech but left us exposed, that all smart tech and everything hooked up to the internet was in fact spying on us whenever anyone with access wants, I invited my brother to apologize. He is objectively demonstrated to be wrong. But they just go on to the next accusation.
Although the police could find no reason that day to take me away, and I would not go., they eventually resorted to the perjurous accusation. I know what kind of “help” they mean, and I am very busy. And if anyone seriously wanted to help me, they might ask me what I needed, rather than decide for me what I need. A strange officer they brought out with the county cop I know asked quite a few questions as if he were in utter ignorance of our Bill of Rights, questions about my writings, my writing on scripture, and especially “Have you ever read the Quran? And why do I not just accept Donald Trump as President? Why try impeachment or, as I explained I was truly, why work on a Supreme Court case to void the 2016 election due to Russian interference through the internet spy-marketing system (the method that Trump was promised could not be detected, as well as 6 other ways that have in fact been detected)? I actually had to say to this Trumpster agent that I was a U.S. citizen and had a right to work on a Supreme Court case. And “Who do you think does such things, if not a politics PhD?” But Americans are so stupid: surely no poor man! I must have debilitating Narcissism! Religious vows of poverty are now to be declared illegal, or given a new category in the DSM all their own, together with visions, dreams, and comprehensive intellect! That I was working on a Supreme Court case was one of the charges listed in the perjury of my sister that finally, the third time, got me taken away. I said so at all only to emphasize that it was important that I be allowed to continue to do my work, explain to people who do not understand priorities, that some things are truly important. Everything I say has in fact been used only against me, so that like a limed bird, the more I say, the more I am stuck. But, as my friend says, to one who only has a hammer, everything looks like a nail, and that is the intelligence of these agents. I suggested, since he was some slick guy, above our county cops “pay grade,” he develop the capacity to see if what a person says might not be true, and to investigate crimes on the internet, as I could walk them through the death threats, show where and how these happened, and if this were their nail, they would no doubt have all the info preserved. I can demonstrate the perjury from text messages that I recorded. These are in any case available as well to defend us as to be used against us. But they will not look.
The third time, I was vacuuming the shed, and the cops had been parked across the street while got the mail, and for quite some time. One does not, of course, want to be “paranoid!” A county cop then pulled into my driveway- my sister, lying, had had the mother conveniently and smilingly over to visit when this was to occur, just as my armed brother, who “loves” me and will “help”- I have seen him maybe twice in five years- had come by coincidence to be there the second time they tried, and now they took me, not even allowing me to prepare, turn off the electricity (which the nice officer did for me), get cigarettes, clothing, paper, pen books or cell phone. I am amazed at how everyone around me has lied and schemed quite freely as though I were a child, while again I have said not a single thing that is even false, let alone done anything wrong or that I do not have a right to do. I was taken to the Psych hospital without seeing the seriousness of the charges against me, and so expected to be out shortly. I was interviewed, asked by a shrink who knew me for 8 minutes, “Have you ever been molested?” I asked him, “Have you ever been molested?” and was declared uncooperative, a mental illness, and some other of their nice words, on the perjerous accusation and diagnosis of my alcoholic sister, who is not even a shrink, but does have a high school degree, though she was a D student if I am not mistaken. “Threatening relatives,” I was, and my poverty was interpreted as not taking care of myself, and stated in the most extreme terms possible. Has one not a right to decline toward death? But it was in the cop car that I learned, after he lied about showing me the papers (officer Campbell, I believe), that the Supreme Court case had been denied. I had been knocked off the internet February 4th when I received a long string of many things I had said that angered the Russians, together with some medical information that is not even on the internet, likely sold by my drugstore, and a simultaneous phone call pretending to be a telemarketing scam, beginning “Stop doing what you are now doing,” and offering me 10,000$. I called the police then, but they did not come. I had also called them when a Dr. ___ was writing a letter to President Obama, and I was adding a comment, and Russian whores- likely from St. Petersburg- came on the screen under a page like that of a man I trust, a WordPress background- followed quickly by a very scary face and 4 words, 2 of which were “Assassin” and “Assassinate.” I offered to show the cop when I reported this to police, but as I said, once one gets the message, these things are likely to disappear as quickly as they came. If they can make them appear up under your page, they can most likely make them disappear. I had just a few days before had a Russian hacker take over a comment on a follower’s website, and take me out West to a pot website- I pretended not to know. I had a hacker on a DNC website (Daily Kos) show me a lion sneaking up on a leopard, then seize my computer, saying my hard drive would be destroyed in five minutes if I did not call this number. I reported that one to NPR, but the FBI is such a joke it is likely to do more harm than good, and I told them a long time ago to watch my computer anyway. I have not called them since they hung up on me, as described in a previous blog. If the local cops can’t handle it, they do need to call, but the State referred me to the county. I had also been visited by “Jack the Judge,” for saying things to Putin like “Get out of the Ukraine,” etc, which the Trumpster Trolls who attacked me January 28th seem to have helped gather to scare me off the internet. I would have continued, though, but was forbidden by the owner, after the police did not come and no one would help defend my rights, or even believe me. Again, I told them I was working on a Supreme Court case. The cop said “Your name is not on it.” I said “I did not say it was.” To this day, everything I have said has only been used against me, like I was the criminal.
But again, I have done nothing wrong, nothing I do not have a perfect right to do, even said nothing false, but have been taken away and subjected to druggings and attempted druggings contrary to my religion, politics, psychology and medical understanding- some of the drugs may well have killed me, as these are toxic and addictive and do kill people on occasion. I told them they would not care, just take me out the back, and would not even attend my funeral, and that is true. I seemed to be the only one who knew he had a right to refuse their drugs until ordered by a judge. I was offered, prescribed by doctors, various concoctions, though I was able to refuse. I tried to get my doctor to tell them about my strange system, and how things make me sick, but he was no help, and I won’t be going back to that organization again. Their computers are likely hacked anyway, as I have told them, though they cannot imagine why one might care. The Atavan they forced me to take when I annoyed them by persistently insisting they had no right or reason to hold me- I had still not seen the accusation- made me extremely sick with a terrible headache- I have something wrong, as if with my liver, and cannot drink alcohol, so I am very careful. They piss tested me and blood tested me, again contrary to all my beliefs and to the rights of a free citizen. They kept me at a nice place with other troubled people- after all this I still have not gone mad- and got me a lawyer at the latest possible date, or even past the legal limits of Habeus Corpus- the requirement that the executive present one bodily before a judge in order to hold him (Constitution, Article I). By the time the matter came before a judge, the danger that if I saw a Judge before gaining the evaluation of one not interested in selling drugs and beds or interested in confirming all the sue-able things these people had already done, I might be drugged by compulsion, that danger kept me in for 20 full days before I could get the case before a judge after the independent evaluation, and still I have not said a single word in court. My sister pressed to have me committed, like permanently, and drugged, or “treated” as they call it. I watched her on T.V., while friends were there to see key actions occurring behind the scenes. T. V. does not quite fulfill habeus corpus, but given the charges I would have been there in shackles or chains, like a dangerous animal! But hearing the story that I had tried to explain to both my sister and my mother 5 times about what I really said regarding my nephew- that this was not the time for him to be sneaking about the property at night- (I would not “listen”)- the judge determined that the State had no reason to pursue the matter, or that, in effect, twenty days prior they indeed had no right to seize me, and I was released. Indeed, I did exactly the right thing to warn the nephew that this was not the time for him to be sneaking around the property at night.
After I got a lawyer, the hospital says that I was not so “agitated,” and so “got better.” (Like a Monty Python skit, indeed, “‘E got better.” And now I am told I should consider it “experience,” and ya, we’ll just call it even.
The strange thing is that my sister and brother were impelled much by my Trumpster uncle, whose delusion indeed did a great deal of harm- I have suggested that perhaps he have a “vacation.” He in turn is in touch with a “psychologist.” I may have received a strangely worded warning by my Trumpster on the internet regarding my relatives, but you can ask those questions yourself if you are an investigator. My brother and sister are both Trumpsters, and why else they are attacking me, I cannot guess. I keep saying, “What have I done wrong, write it down,” and my accusers switched then to my manner of speech when I defend myself from their Protean accusations, shifting shape with every answer and defense. Caricatures without a single example are common, hyperbolic generalized flaws spun out of particulars that have long disappeared. I “shove” my opinions “down” others “throats” as when I warn them about Germany in 1934, and I will not “listen” when they order me to get “help” with their wisdom- I do not even bother telling them or you about Germany in 1946. I have told my uncle and written in blogs repeatedly that if we do what Putin has in mind for us, we will “send our sons and grandsons out in Brownshirts and receive them home in boxes,” and explained this teaching quite well, I thought. I also offered to let my uncle’s investment company invest in a coffin making company, as there might be here a bull market, since he did not want to invest to help me publish my book. Sarcasm does not come across well in the written word. But are we really so stupid, and then so obtuse as not to ask one to explain rather than do genuine harm? They are so “help” full as to rather have me put away to cure my “insanity.”
I have tried to speak to one example of each kind of Trumpster: a preacher, to tell him the Christians are quite deceived; a rich man, or those who think they are voting for money; a craftsman, or non-rich white guy, and a female Trumpster. The worst kind, those who are not fools, I do not wish to speak to. I was threatened by my sister, before she did this, for calling my uncle a fool. I would learn not to do that, she said. I told the uncle I called him a fool because I would not call him a whore, a slave or a murderer. Trump does not know that murder is wrong: “We have lots of murderers here too,” he told ABC. The whores prostitute things like their honesty and honest industry for money: they make money dishonestly. The slaves serve Trump, from fear or their own attempt to be big narcissists, big actors, etc. And the murderers are genuine gangsters, not realizing that most likely the bigger fish is coming up right behind them.
But “help,” I would be forever grateful for such help, or genuine inquiry. You know, a leading characteristic of insanity is that they do not admit they need “help.” But these people assume that we know there is no such thing as death threats on the internet, anymore than there are martians, so that anyone saying such things can be known mad without inquiry. No need to Prove or even investigate. I told my sister:
“If you told me you had three horses down in your barn, and I thought seriously that you might be delusional, why, before I tried to get you evicted, endangered your life and tried to get you committed, I’d just take a walk with you down to your barn and look. And if I did not have time or was not able, I might just believe you, or at least leave you alone.”
She almost looked, but knows not to have the Resistance on her home computer, since what, we know that they are followed by the government and by trolls, if these are still distinguishable. She had her computer shut down, by coincidence, at the same time mine shut down, just after publishing a citizen’s arrest of Donald Trump for election fraud. I saw how Trump said the methods could not be detected, when he does not know this about computers. Someone told him the election would be thrown for him, and that the method could not be detected, so that he was sure if he did not win, Hillary would be guilty of election fraud. I could be wrong, but I doubt it, and that is what trials are for. I think I saw it. These, and not the accusations in their perjury, were what they said was wrong with me according to them just days before they had me taken away, and it is indeed legal perjury. The sister went on about medical matters as if I had pathologically neglected health, when she had just seen me try and fail to prepare for one procedure- she was scheduled to drive for this! The forms they signed have them swear that what they say is true “under penalty of perjury,” and I want to know if the courts mean it. Courts can be abused, and police corrupt, but I expect that since the charge of perjury is true, demonstrable, and necessary to make this stuff stop, they may just follow through. My only conversation with that uncle, who orchestrated much and worded his accusation carefully on the court papers (“I believe…”)-my only conversations with him since Thanksgiving are on text messages and recorded. He forwarded some, misunderstood, to my brother, knowingly out of context, without asking me their meaning- if he is that stupid- intentionally and slanderously to demonstrate how crazy I am. He just knows Trumpsters do not make threats, nor Russians, never use intimidation, and that there never was a plan to bring the “hammer down” on Chicago. He knows this without asking or inquiry, in the same manner as that in which he has perfected his liberal study. His shrink is probably a Skinnerian behaviorist or an MD with a DSM. “Scary,” about to “do something really scary,” just “one step away”- yeah, something scary to the Trumpsters like restoring our constitution by impeachment or a Supreme Court case and by charging these criminals with perjury. When one has done nothing wrong or violated the rights of no one, government and indeed his relatives are obligated to leave him alone. This is our fundamental law, as fundamental as free speech. My ability to argue this demonstrates my sanity, and their inability to understand this argument demonstrates their ignorance, far in excess of that required to make charges of “mental illness” for mere speech. Someone has a lot of explaining to do, begining with the Trumpster Uncle, about his contacts in the Trump organization, and whether what occurred was done for political advantage. But these things happen when a nation elects a tyrant and will not listen to those who study politics and philosophy not for moneymaking but for its own sake. Does anyone know a lawyer wants to make some money on commission? But it is likely we will just call it even.
So there are two sides to every story, yea, money and power. We have a constitution, and we have the word, but power can forbid us to speak.
mmcdonald77 