April 9, 2015 8:49 am
Nothing new lately. The same old job, which is good.
My mother got the cops called on her last Friday. She has been yelling at the people next door about her stolen purse from a year and a half ago. She calls them names when they come out of their house and tells people who visit them that they should tell those people to give her purse back. I tell her she's going to get in trouble with the law.
Here's the strange part, which may not sound strange if you've read my blog this far. I woke up at 4:30 pm that day, and just before I woke up, I heard a cop ask me if my mother had a green card. I said she did. He asked me another question, can't remember it though. This was before I even knew what was going on downstairs.
So I saw a police van parked at the neighbor's house. I went into the kitchen and my mom was sitting at the table with the phone/address book. I thought she called the police again. She said, days earlier, that she called the police about another stolen purse and the neighbors took it. There was no other stolen purse, she was lying. I told her she could get arrested when the cops come over here.
A cop came over and gave her a slip of paper and said it was the report number for her "stolen items," and she will need it when she gets a lawyer. I said her stuff was stolen over a year ago. My mom started to freak out and said she needed her green card because she is going to Kentucky. I told the cop she has a green card and she knows it. The cop said, "your son has it."
He told her that she is not to call them anymore. I said, "She is calling them?" My mom said, "Yes. I made them call the police on me." The cop said he saw how many times she called them and she is not to call them again.
My mom starts to tell the cop to do something about those people, they are standing there right now and he should do something. And why don't the cops do something about them when they wave down people driving down the street and beg for money and cigarettes. The cop told her to call them if they do that. He was getting pissed and left.
Why did I hear those questions before I even woke up and knew what was going on. Somebody, probably Fatso, was pulling another con job. More obstruction of justice by coaching and training sleeping people to control situations that they shouldn't be involved with. And someone was probably provoking my mother into doing such crap.
As for the voices, it seems that X the rapist's family are still fucking me over. The same old crap and the same old demands. A few months ago, X's sister, MR, pulled down some child's pants in front of me and shrieked, "Now you can't say that you never saw a child's penis." Really, now. I said it before and I'll say it again--They would let something happen to someone to get their way. She molested that child, pulled his pants down to get her way.
I also saw myself, as a child with the same woman, MR, sitting across from her at a table, and she's just throwing words out and I, as a child, am making up stories around the words she says, or repeating some story that she and her accomplices make up. And I heard someone say, "See, you've always been that way." No, I wasn't I was a very quiet child.
And now that X is dead, they have gone so far as to even use her as a tactic. According to X's daughter, CF, X has so much to tell me and that i should let her "come through" and find out the truth. I told her it is garbage. I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, or anything along those lines.. And besides, X was a lying bitch when she was alive, and suddenly she's going to start telling the truth? Don't lower yourself like that, CF. That, and "just put on this dress and you will find out everything." Not a chance am I doing that.
I know what I know, and a voice in the head wouldn't know better. It's the same old crap. They need X's rape and abuse victim in a dress to cover the rape and abuse she started in 1967.
And they constantly say, and a little to often say, that I have no proof. X's family screwed over everyone who knew anything about X's craziness. And I remind her family that they can get arrested for harassment, and there is plenty of proof about them harassing me, and using real people to help them.
I want them out of my life, and I don't have to do a damn thing to get them out of my life. They have people suckered into their idiotic psychodramas because they claim I'm so suicidal and what they are doing is helping me. It isn't help. It's harassment and brainwashing. They have no permission or right to do what they are doing to me.
Months ago, I heard a voice say, "remember 'manager.'" The word manager. And not surprisingly, one of the warehouse managers said to me, "Let me be your manager." Not a coincidence as far as I'm concerned. "Managers" are what the voices of X's family call themselves. They want to manage people's lives with their Nazi tactic of fucking people over when they even think about their dispicable lives. And they want to schedule things, when I sleep, when Ieat, etc, etc. No one needs that kind of management. They are just vultures waiting for their victims to even think about them so they can start their torture.
So, this guy said, "Let me be your manager." I laughed and said, "Your a manger here, the warehouse. I don't need one of those life managers, or life coaches, or whatever they are called." I also recall seeing that same manager with those nephew's of X the rapist. I figured they got another victim to help them.
Years ago, they did the same thing to another warehouse manager. I remember X and other people talking about how everyone that I'm hearing "has the same problem." And they are all in an "organization." And I wasn't buying into it. It came time to leave for work and X said, "And now SN will be with you when you drive to work and KS will be there at the warehouse to tell you something."
SN was a warehouse manager years ago, and KS is that girl I knew in 1985. I just laughed at what she said. I thought, there's no one else in the car when I drive to work, and as for KS, I know she was asking me questions on someone else's behalf, and they need her, or the thought of her, to keep their constant psychobabbly bullshit going.
So I got to the warehouse, and sure enough, I "imagined" or just thought as I was told by X, that KS was sitting in the car with me and, of course, I insulted her, and she got mad, screamed at me to go to hell or something, and slammed the door. It is really just to laugh at them, but they are using real people to do their dirty work, people who are just told to push some faggoty agenda on me.
FV and Fatso (see previous posts about the store, McC) need to get an association with faggotry and suicide, since they are the ones who made me suicidal that one time at the store, after months of their harassment, and can't let it be known that they are responsible for that. They desperately want an attempt, at the very least, and they might be crazy enough to set it up again and claim it's about whatever the hell they dream up.
I have been called a faggot by my eldest sister since I was seven years old. Do they actually think that being called anything bothers me? I haven't survived 48 years of harassment from my own relatives and X and her goons to give in to anyfuckingthing ever.
There is something wrong with them when they say things like, "You'll never be complete until you try to kill yourself for real, " and "You can do anything you want as long as I (the voice in the head) am in charge." Craziness all around.
They claim that I've been chosen by X to lead some crappy "organization." I said why, then, isn't X's son, FF the crackhead, your leader? You would think that her own son would become the leader of this so-called organization. There isn't an organization. It's X the rapist's relatives and their other victims harassing people.
Voices in the head are terrible to begin with, but when they are deliberately put there by child abusing, child molesting criminals, it is really dispicable.
