Oftentimes in my life, I have been accused of being sarcastic and even condescending, when in fact my method of dialogue is anything but. I approach conversations in a Socratic method, posing questions to help evolve the exchange in a way that is beneficial to all parties by stimulating ideas instead of attempting to teach someone by forcing my own ideas onto them and expecting them to concede.  Not at all in a condescending way, but a thought provoking, transcendent exchange sort of experience for all. 

 Oftentimes in my life, I have been accused of being sarcastic and even condescending, when in fact my method of dialogue is anything but. I approach conversations in a Socratic method, posing questions to help evolve the exchange in a way that is beneficial to all parties by stimulating ideas instead of attempting to teach someone by forcing my own ideas onto them and expecting them to concede.  Not at all in a condescending way, but a thought provoking, transcendent exchange sort of experience for all. 

 By god!  It wasn’t Mrs Green at all, it was Mrs Reed!!!!

 Dave said the pasty nervous bald headed cop arrived on scene in a phillies baseball cap and no badge or credentials and the designer dressed vixen federal Marshall rode passenger in a silver new model civic with a loud exhaust.  Michelle lavangies car.  They seized the campers and weed and let my mom and Dave off with a stern warning.  Right!!  Without a single scrap of paper trail.  I can’t believe Dave fell for that!!! 

My mom had heart disease, terminal lung disease and was insulin dependent and you stole her home, her only place she had to live!!!!

The issue is, as soon as DNA proof was uncovered, my interview discluded it as not only not worthy of incriminating me, but quite the opposite. It was found to be purposely falsified, but only in that u was able to prove that it was planted m, but now, I can further prove that it was planted on someone pretending to be the person they made out to be my victim, when in fact it was Damienne and two people who I did not recognize as her guardians. It wasn’t Paul Chasse that brought her to the e.r. the same day I had my rape kit done. Surely those persons, whoever they were, had to identify themselves as the fictitious “Britney’s” legal guardians for her to receive treatment. The three of them committed multiple felonies by lying about their identities, tampering with evidence, and conspiring to commit perjury, falsifying alibis, and much, much worse. 

Then, when the campers weee stolen, they once again had access to those documents which were nullified and removed from my record entirely. 

Not that it is me that needs to prove anything, but I know that the DNA evidence contained red and blue fibers.  They were from my bed skirt.  Where I wiped the sample and it was later transferred from. 

That’s the difference between knowing the truth and assuming a likelihood. 

Criminal informants that perjure themselves go down for being the rat faced morons they are.  Good luck in prison when they find out you’re a defunct informant. 

 Now that I’ve been told to leave at 730, you decide to clean out the fridge and do the dishes at 645.  Knowing the hot water is sparse and takes an hour to reheat.  Unbelievable. Guess I just have to take an ice cold shower. This is unreal. Oh and clean the stove, which hasn’t been used!!

Guess what they say is true; nice guys finish last. 

 I don’t think the FBI know the difference between deductive reasoning and inductive reasoning versus critical thinking.  

 What part of; “I need to be at the bus stop at 8:30am”, gives the impression that I can walk to the store to buy a roasting pan at 8am when the store opens, bring it back and not be late for work??  This is a joke, right?  I’m on candid camera or something, right??

AG Napalitano et rel Paul Theriault v. EthicsPoint, Circle K

 In 2003-2004 AG Napalitano took on my suit in a private case against EthicsPoint and Circle K. I alleged discrimination of unparalleled proportions. The offer was 50K monthly as a benefits package for the remainder of my life. Yet somehow, she retired far wealthier than a RICO Act could explain and I never saw a penny. 

Someone with insider knowledge tried to pin my mom’s boyfriend’s drug trafficking operation on me, but I moved out as soon as we got to Arizona, when I was only 19 and had minimal contact with my mom until I moved back to Connecticut in late 2005. I was to be deputized but instead a buxom federal Marshall was given a badge, as well as insider intel and they busted my mom for Dave’s illegal enterprise. They stole the R.V.s in a fake raid, flashing her brand new credentials and letting my mom and Dave off with a stern warning. Somehow, the campers wound up on Cassim Lane in Casas Adobes.  And, I’m telling the person of contact everything. 500lbs of high grade marijuana was stolen directly from the cartel, and my mom lost her homes, one of which she paid for all by herself. 

On the property of Park West Apartments, a tree was planted with a placard next to it which read,

“To Paul Theriault, for his help in the acquisition of this property.  PWRA”

 

 Did you know the longest one word sentence in the English language is: “Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.”?

 Can’t even keep a couple of bottles in the freezer for work. WTH has my life become?  Every thing is a fight. Even when I’m agreeing, I still am met with argumentative  condemnation.  Even when I say nothing at all, it is met with rude sarcasm and criticism. Surely, no one deserves to be demeaned just for existing, do they?

 

 When my mom decided to leave the toxic relationship she had been in for almost two decades, it was the dead of winter. She had to snowshoe in the mile from the road to the cabin my dad had built while carrying her toddler son. We had to pump water from the well and then boil and strain it before using it to cook with or consume. There was electricity but no heat, and we quickly diminished the several cords of wood as the endless Maine winter roiled around the large barn style cabin. I remember hearing her crying long into the early morning hours. 

 Much the same as when I was invited to the TCC for an open presentation put on by the chief of TPD and the special investigator assigned to the cases back in the early 2000s, which my mother brought me to, it appears someone stole my cellular service, again. The investigation revealed thousands of notebooked phone numbers all tracing back to one person, who I was told the FCC had indicted on federal charges and no testimony on my behalf would be necessary. 

 Elon’s copy was already hacked by Paul and Chris. Ryan’s job was to make the changes unnoticeable and irreversible. 

 

 Prosecutors may offer defendants vastly reduced charges or sentences that do not include incarceration in exchange for their agreement to act as confidential informants; in some cases, they even offer the informants immunity from prosecution.

Capital crimes are excluded from immunity  

 Also, ask Ms Napalitano who was supposed to be deputized?

 I bet Bobby Blansette would be shocked to know it was Paul Gardner that gave up his location to his mother for a couple nights at the Super 8 on Grant Road. It was supposed to be a room for the both of us, but he made me stay outside in the cold almost the entire time while he hooked up with guy after guy. 

And, what about my mom’s graduates and the diamond and sapphire marquis cut, serpentine set bracelet inscribed: 

“All My Love. 

Love, Paul”?

The replacement bracelet was turned into multiple pieces still owned by my family.  Speaking of which, who gave anyone permission to break up my mom’s jewelry??

 I can’t take this anymore. I feel like my whole life was a setup.  Like every moment was preordained. No one should suffer a lifetime of being undermined and stolen from repeatedly. Every opportunity, every good thing that has come into my life has been pilfered by those that are supposed to have my best interest at heart. I can’t even trust the people in my life because they have infiltrated every aspect of it. Even my own family. 

I can’t even do my laundry on the setting I choose!  Did it ever occur to my roommate that maybe my laundry might be dirtier than hers?  Plus, now because I am only allowed to use the washer after her, she has two loads to dry before I can use the dryer.  Thanks for mildew clothes, again!  

Now that I am nicotine free the smell of smoke is so overpowering.  It makes me sick every time she lights up a cigarette.  And then she just leaves it in the ashtray smoking up the whole place.  I never thought I’d be this kind of former smoker, but it is so hard to breathe around it  

How dare Damienne and Levi live in our home rent free, Levi for over a year. Without any stipend being paid on their behalf, my mom, a single parent had to support both of them and they were responsible for my mom’s camper being taken away. They are the biggest con artists the world has ever known. I can’t wait till Paul Chasse gets my letter, informing him of the betrayal. 

 The right person for the wrong reason is still falsifying an alibi.  The wrong person for the right reason would never work because I am everyone’s notebook holder. 

 It wasn’t until we were alone in Canada that I got my mom to talk about the fifth wheel and her popup. She cried a bunch and told me she wasn’t really clear on what happened. What she did tell me, was that Damienne had visited just days before and her file box went missing. She wouldn’t have known, but she needed to put back something she had out when Damienne arrived and the box was gone. 

I asked Dave during a particularly stoned moment what had happened to the two campers, and he said they got seized by a federal Marshall. A really buxom one. His words, not mine.  

Mom really got emotional when she spoke of it. She said she was so close to death having no way to refrigerate her insulin and she drove over a bridge that collapsed within an hour of her traversing it. Plus, she was on her own again. No more Dave to pull the rug out from her. She said she was so happy in that popup. With her cast iron cowboy cookware set and her composting toilet with the privacy tent, she had everything she needed. Plus, she had saved up and bought it, so it was hers. She said she felt like her wings had been clipped and that she lost her best friend all at the same time. 

 If a person is found to be at fault without allowing their participation in their due process rights, nothing has been proven, but a failure in justice. 

Chelsea tricked me. Then the guys that kidnapped me. Then the boys related to the guys that kidnapped me. Then Damienne and Griffin. Dennis and Mary. Kelly and James. Sarah and Eric. Dave made a fool of me all his life. Made me into an effigy. My own family were the biggest cons of all. They were never even on my side to begin with. I know I did only what I was supposed to do, what I was told to do. My mom taught me to lead by example and that letting someone else lead means letting them make their own mistakes. And that sometimes you are a part of their mistakes. Another mom taught me that you don’t have to be defined by the obstacles that have challenged you in life. My dad was a great person, far greater than I could ever hope to be. He had his faults, but all in all, he was easily the most balanced person I’ve ever known. He loved nature and his family. He enjoyed the company of friends and the place where he made his home. He was the hardest working person I’ve ever known and yet, he was generous to those he saw needed help. He was so driven and goal oriented and let nothing stand in his way. A first generation American who succeeded beyond anyone’s expectations in building and relishing in the American dream. He never spoke unkindly of anyone and kept himself busy and active. He was so well rounded. In the end, he wanted one thing, his son by his side, and much like my life at large, I was absent. I’ll never forgive myself for not being there. Not fostering a closer relationship with him. He did all those things for one person, for me, and the one thing he asked of me, I couldn’t give him. Normally, I’d say it was someone’s fault for not calling me, but the reality is, I should’ve been calling him all along. My life has been a series of traumas and excuses to fill in the spaces in between. Even the love I had was toxic and should have been enough to teach me the wrong way to care. Instead it just grew into a blankness, a complete devoid of all things real and of importance.  Like a game of hide and seek in the outer limits of space. Never much farther from where I began, never any closer to where I hoped to be. Dreams died somewhere along the steady stream of those that victimized me and cynicism replaced sarcasm and jaded, abysmal apathy overwhelmed my every waking moment. Even in my sleep, I am drowning in a sea of misery. The nightmares in my dreams, give me reprieve, from the nightmare when I wake. Let long last this be the night I die before I wake. I pray the Lord my soul to take. And if he should turn me away from the gates above, well, at least I’ll be familiar with the alternative below. My life contributed nothing good and the world will not be missing anything when I’m gone. It is what it is, after all along.