Nervous

Anyways, this talk of protecting people and victims makes me nervous. Then arson says studied... and I thought, well why not. Let them study. Let them decide. I'm not the one talking about victims and protecting someone regarding pills. So now I Let the fbi and people decide. And hopefully I can stay in my home. I'm tired of this.

Retaliation

Anyways, after Ccbh... harassing phone calls, some doctors being inappropriate. There was just one I recognized. And I can't quite be 100% sure. But I believe it was the one to one that was there when they told me to kill myself. So now the fbi stands in-between. with public health. so we can calm the waters... sort this out. not threaten each other anymore.

Antagonize

See, I'm not actually trying to antagonize anyone. I'm shutting down some BS. That's all. Keeping people safe. Certain people in the community are concerned. I know they'll back me up. At City Center. Springbrook. IMA. Even MIP. So that's what I'm doing. In my own way. We're helping each other. And Public Health too. I know my friend. I know the type of person she is. And she will hold the line with the rest. I just mind my own business. Lower my anger. Try to refocus. Writing to do. Gotta new printer coming. the old one went nuts. Then I can do taxes. Take care of home. Maybe go out more. Once people get with the program. Find something else to talk about.

Trauma

I'm far from an exception. Many people have trauma. They just don't talk about it. I talk about mine to shut down the bullshit. I got a lot of pushback. But the messages appear to be filtering through. Male, female, race, money, it doesn’t matter. Life finds you. So i keep harping till people get the message. Even if that requires FBI looking up my ass. Cuz I get tired. They may own everything, but they don't own me. So I'll just continue my little crusade. As long as it takes to shut these doctors up. To me, somethings are wrong no matter how well you hide them or dress them up. I'm glad I fired my ent. He obviously didn't work for me. 

It'd be easier to be nice to doctors if they got off thier high horses and demonstrated some comprehension. Spidey gets frustrated. If they could add autism and childhood factors together, it's really not that hard. Throw in 90s era toxic bullshit and med complications and bingo. I know people of my generation get it. It's not that hard. I have a couple of hospitals and a doctor's office to sue. And if there are other victims, its on them to come forward. It's on public health to deal with this circus and cover-up. But I hear a word from those doctors, I'll be filing reports. Sick of protecting people who don't give a shit. They just whine about being nice to them and look for excuses. Pissed off the wrong human. Dont worry though, there's records and witnesses. Doesn't matter what I say. I can't protect you even if I wanted to. I mean, it would be difficult.

The Mindless...

Vlad. They're wandering into traffic again. Get Flappy. 

Public Service Annoucement

All healthcare workers, please stand down. Today is music therapy.

P.S. Fellow Patients...

You don't know me. So keep your opinions.

Dear Doctors,

 (We going?)

Take me
Oh no another nosebleed
She said to stay off the slope please
I said I swear that I'm clean

Step in the wrong direction
Help me...
Guess I learned my lesson.

I'm not myself without my medicine
I took some Ritalin
Wasn't a little bit
Nobody else would rather see me finish it
I'm fucking over it
It always makes me sick

Alone with all the things that kill me
Do you even know the real me
I don't need your sympathy

Step in thе wrong direction
Help me
Guеss I learned my lesson

I'm not myself without my medicine
I took some Ritalin
Wasn't a little bit
Nobody else would rather see me finish it
I'm fucking over it
It always makes me sick
(It always makes me sick)

This is the part where I freak out
Don't know what to do
Said you wanted just a rebound
All I ever do is shoot
You don't want to see me geeked out
Baby that's the truth
This is the part where I freak out

I'm not myself without my medicine
I took some Ritalin
Wasn't a little bit
Nobody else would rather see me finish it
I'm fucking over it
It always makes me sick
I'm fucking over this
(I'm fucking over this)

It CANNOT be about...

Revenge. It has to be about healing. But healing requires justice. And they're mad at me. Because I'm not perfect. Because I know their playbook. I know their secrets. I was thier buddy. And should I become credible before they shut me up... they could be arrested. The whole lot of them.

Technically...

Regardless of what anyone says or does not say, does or does not do... Federal law is jurisdiction of every law enforcement officer in this country. So technically... if we have the evidence... there's actually nothing stopping me from going to any police department in Greenville County. That would get the ball rolling. If I'm credible. Then they would have to act. Sworn oath and all that. So... technically... less then a mile. But would they believe me. Would I be safe. Would anyone vouch for me. Against the doctors. It's not actually that easy to do. You'd think so, but they know people. So I guess i need to be clean and clear for a while. Before I go around making statements. And you wonder why im angry and afraid. Hmmm... I wonder... problems? Oh nooooo... he doesnt have problems... never... all in his head... the doctors just looooove him... I bet the next person that contacts me does so to protect the doctors. From crazy disabled guy. Gotta protect those doctors.... yep... just like woodruff road.

And yet...

I cant always fall back on crazy. If I'm going to law enforcement i have to be damned sure. 

The bystander Effect

I remember studying the bystander effect in school. A woman was murdered. Multiple witnesses. No one did shit to stop it. They stood by. Listened to her scream. Let the guy murder her. Because thats what we do. Complacency. We let people murder. 

I guess the counter to that would be the Misunderstander or Busybody Effect. People that get involved in things they have no business being involved in. But hopefully I've thrown off the scent for the Force medicators and the busybody perfectionists. 

At the End of the day...

    Since I'm the only identified survivor... I would have to file a report with city police, county sheriff, or the FBI... Given I'm told we have the evidence... I guess it's on me. To have... key members of my families arrested. I care about the kids. They know this. They use kids against me. That contacting FBI and public health would be enough. That then they would act. But I guess I'd have to walk in one of those stations... file a report. It's just that my family knows county sheriff.  They know state politicians. They're very vocal about who they know. But they don't know any federal people...

Meanwhile...

I'll be working up the courage to change my name with Social Security. And my family will be frantically trying to stop me. They say Stockholm syndrome entails a lack of cooperation with police. Go figure.

In case you havent been keeping up...

My family has been conspiring with woodruff road, McClean, and others to control me. To human engineer me. They own everything. I'm a prisoner in my home. I have no real choices. Now they occasionally threaten to sell my stuff. Unless I comply. It's morally wrong. I need you to stop them. Or they will run us all over and drive me further into the grave. Medicalized perfection. Human engineering. I know some NAZIs. It starts with my families. The biological one. The corporate one. I need you to stop them. Or they will never stop. Ever. You're going to have to take something I say seriously while I'm still alive. Seriously.