On Thursday afternoon, June 27, I came rushing home from the library. I greeted my mother, telling her I was racing time. I had taken a quick glance at the stove at the dinner I believed was cooked for me. As I was getting ready to leave again--back to the library--my mother knocked on my door, informing me that my sister just dumped the chicken meal she had prepared for me. I glanced in bafflement at my sister before going out, who stood in the corner of the refrigerator, in the kitchen, in mysterious subdued silence. Later in the evening, I told her that she didn't have to dump the food, saying she could have eaten it herself, and she replied that she was giving mother a taste of her own medicine for having thrown her meals in the past to counteract her overweight. As I was watching a movie and eating an egg sandwich and chips, a red ambulance zoomed by shrieking, a small plane came flying, and several cars were driving by loudly, and I could not help feeling the FBI guy o...
Just imagine for a moment: You got all the power you could ever dream of having at your fingertips; the question then becomes: what wouldn't you do with such massive power? That's exactly the US Government's "right hand," the FBI. Since it's extremely difficult to tell everything of note in one little post the kind of bullying I have endured for over a decade, I will have to relate only three examples in "articles." Article #1: Cops Start Honking at Me for No Good Reason! Article #2: The Use of Threats, Intimidation, & Blackmailing, Secretly Article #3: Blocking Internet Access at Home Cops Start Honking at Me for No Good Reason! I had departed from my parents' house in Burbank. It was about ten o'clock at night. I was driving alone through the dark streets taking I believe Vanowen to avoid coming across the police. As I was turning right into Reseda Blvd., some squad car came after a little later. Of course, I was already on my high al...
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