Most notably were the lies that they boys got away with telling. First to the uniformed police officer that returned me to the Green's after I'd been missing for several weeks. They all seemed to be under the impression that I was to meet my mom and Dave in Colorado to then return home to Connecticut. All save for Levi who insisted I was going home to California, despite having lived with my mom and I in Connecticut. 

 

Isn't that Jason l mccoys son!!

 The proof is not in how they came by it, but how they manipulated once in their possession. Curated with great care. Purposeful. Intent driven. 

 Rob?  Rob is Pete Parker?  Are you serious?

 Send the national guard!! They have kidnapped me to Cupertino!! I'm sure of it. 

I GOT IT

 They figured out the algorithm to create NPI numbers!!! They figured out how to launder the money to doctors, like Timothy Pierce and every practitioner at his Phoenix practice. Not a real doctor amongst them.  BAZINGA

 It's so funny that the person who got her last two cars repo'ed, oh wait the first one she sold to a Mexican after totaling it even though the cosigner was in danger of being charged with a misdemeanor, the second lost on a title loan, who set her own couch on fire today, thinks she is in some way more responsible than me and looks down her nose at me. 

 I believe Talen is still there buried below whatever structure they put up that year. I remember we were within a few blocks of the freeway and not far from downtown. 

The lot had a bunch of low lying mesquite trees but was barren otherwise. 

 I'm so beyond over it. This is such nonsense that I can't even get anyone to help me address these issues. Such an abhorrent miscarriage of justice. 

Such your modus operandi. 

They used to look like identical twins, but I could feel the hostility emanating from one. 

 

The night of the family reunion when Katherine and I slept in the loft upstairs, I was asked to play a round of Clever Endevor, to which i agreed. The other boys my age planned to sneak off and have a circle jerk, which I can’t say I wasn’t interested in joining but I had already agreed to the board game so I went inside and set up the board. 

 This looks like Dave Morneault and Patricia Richardi 

This looks like Angie. The one who married Mic Veruga!!

 Gosh, she reminds me of Debbie’s sister!

 

This is a better example of the weird horizontal loops throughout MR Branson’s postcards.

 

 

 

 The most difficult lesson I’ve had to learn is, how radically unfair life can be for some, and the opposite for others. 

 This piece of crap knockoff wanna be iPhone is such a piece of shit.  I’m gonna take it to the Genius Bar tomorrow because it is almost dangerously hot and I’ve inly been in it for a few minutes. Plus my battery was charged up last night and I haven’t used the piece of shit and now’s it past below the 20% point. That ain’t right at all!!

 I get it now. I was an easy target. Not one person in my life has ever been afraid of me. I’ve never used intimidation or violence to get my way.  So what would stop anyone from doing whatever they want to me. After all, I’m completely nonviolent and wouldn’t hurt a fly.  Plus, there’s the added bonus of being able to discredit me without anything more than a few words from people I thought were on my side, who found it more advantageous to be aligned to you. That’s okay.  I’ve always been targeted, bullied, and victimized. My whole life.  Guess I just am prone to letting people get away with anything they want. If you’re gonna steal from someone, may as well chose a mark that is easiet and won’t retaliate. Right? 🔥

 Chris introduced me to Talen before taking off with Paul for a day. That night we went to a place called the Falls, which I thought was weird because my family used to go to a reservoir in eagleville we referred to as the Falls, because of the waterfalls. This place was unlike any place I expected to exist in Tucson. Steep valley walls and rocky outcroppings that overlooked a great expanse below. Trevor brought us there and smoked a joint as I talked incessantly, trying to acquaint myself with my new friend. He was the most nonchalant person I’d ever met. Completely unaware that everyone just flocked to him.  I think he really was my first crush on a boy. We agreed to meet back there the next night and that would be our spot that someday we’d say “this is where we met”. I was meeting up with my mom that day to go back to Benson, but I planned to ask her if I could just get picked up on their way through town because I wanted to attend some event… which I don’t remember making it to. It might have just been to shop for the outfit Dave said I would be required to wear during the trip home. It was a strategic nondescript, don’t draw attention, plain type get up that I would never wear but he was very strict about his travel itinerary and would not be undermined about any of it. Mom said to humor him while we made the long car trip home in the Suburban. That morning I let Talen wear first my red Ralph Lauren beanie type ski cap and then my old navy ski jacket. It was orange and grey and had two items in the pockets: a blue ear muffler head band, also Ralph Lauren and in the inner pocket a crushed up pack of. Newports that had been tucked in there for several months and were easily identifiable. There was three in there and we smoked one and I told him to make sure to save me one of the remaining two and he promised we’d smoke them together upon reuniting.  He left with a couple girls and I waited for my mom to page me. I asked him to meet her with me but they were off to some sale. I wanted him to stay with me, but instead I was hanging with Trevor, kinda. Then Paul came and Trevor told me to go with him and we would meet up with his brother along our route. Paul brought me to this scary looking place. It looked like plastic tarp covered chain link fences made into a makeshift lean to. I did not want to go in but Paul said Talen was inside and so I followed him into the small dwelling inside the cave like entryway. It reminded me of a scene from Flatliners. All prefabrication and barren with visquane everywhere. Paul brought me to get a bite and then asked when my mom was coming. I told him at 3 and he said he should bring me and meet her and we could just go from there. I told him that I wasn’t sure yet exactly where, so I had to call her when it was time and she’d just come pick me up. I went back to wingspan to make the call and she met me and we had dinner at Red Robin and she gave me a few bucks for the sale that I said I wanted to go to. She pointed out that if what I said was accurate it was already over but I told her if not there I’d find somewhere to get the slacks and button down and a haircut per Dave’s instructions. 

I went back to wingspan and just when I’d given up Chris showed up and he had Levi with him. We all went back to Trevor’s and he drove us to the falls. I asked after Talen and Chris said Paul was going g to bring him. Trevor said he had to run an errand but he’d be back in an hour or two. Chris and Levi were very chummy towards one another and I felt kinda left out, but was waiting for Talen to show up. Paul came about two hours later and he said Talen was looking for me and he’d take me to him at that scary place we stopped at. He left me off nearby and told me he’d be back after he went to someplace I could  not go with him to. I waited maybe an hour and it was starting to get light.  I knew I had to check in first thing to finalize my plans to get picked up by my mom and Dave. I walked around fourth and downtown for another hour or so, thinking I’d gotten blown off and that it was pointless to have stayed the extra night. Out of nowhere Chris and Levi appeared and Chris was wearing the earmuffs. I asked where Talen was and he said they didn’t see him. I asked where he got the ear warmers and he said Paul gave the blue and white ear coverings to him. I was not concerned too much but then Paul showed up and insisted if he didn’t give me a ride I wouldn’t be where I had tentatively told my mom we should meet in time. When I hopped in the car, he asked if I needed a smoke and handed me one of the two newports that I recognized from my coat. 

He told me he knew Trevor since he was Talen’s age and had ruined that boy and how he looked forward to the same debauchery with Talen. I asked if he would ruin him less severely, but he laughed and said he had plans for way worse.  I could see the past tense in his statement and then we were there  at the gas station  the pilot I think and my mom pulled up right away and we were off. 

Many years later, Trevor told me that his brother was missing, except he was dead. He said that he was given the choice to watch or die with him and he chose to live and that pushed him over the edge. They didn’t just rape and murder him they did unspeakable things that no one would believe. And kept it up until there was not much left. I didn’t know how much to believe until he said that he had been wearing an orange jacket that was what they used to dispose of him. And that he’d been waiting for Trevor to drive him to the falls. But Paul had planned on bringing someone else for his friend who he owed his life to, but Talen would have to suffice instead. And the biker was appeased by the trade. 

The next time I was in Tucson there was a big building where that shanty had been. The Tucson opera house I believe. No  maybe the fire station.  Paul said the biker was like a guard dog that kept people from messing with the property until construction commenced.

I think they were relatives of Ari for some reason. 

 It speaks volumes of the rationality of those involved that they feel comfortable controlling a person’s life completely, either directly or indirectly, without telling them why or even letting them explain why they have no right to.  Or even better yet have a dialogue which may include both. 

Being veiled in secrecy and making decisions based on someone else’s claims without hearing what the accused has to say about it is what Satan himself would do to influence those to join his legion during the last battle. You are pawns to no one but your own inability to be something worth the cells your made of. 

WiFi from nowhere

 Sumfing 

T-Mobile b9ca

Financing Torture

 She’s using my Consumer Financial Protection Bureau settlement from Bank of America to finance her rendezvous with those that are too immature to face me while they use her room to hookup secretly.  Made up a whole job for me to perform and then follows me around in a Subaru Forester as if I wouldn’t notice her everywhere I was. And only when the university’s take their breaks which implies they are a professor at one university or another. How long before I find them?  I guess two hours and I’ll have them fired. Is it UCLA? Or Berkeley!? Weslyan!!

Funny how those that claim they don’t lie or steal

 Are almost always the biggest conartists around. They see their dishonesty as “justified”. Sure, you feel you have a right to rip off the person they claim is the only person they have to give a shit about in their life, but what if they felt they had a reason to do whatever they did to make you feel like stealing from them is okay?

You are so self deluded, or maybe you are just spineless and need a whole army of nasty losers to entrap and torture someone who, yes, you have, at times been generous to, much the same as I’ve been generous to you. Yet, I never set out to defraud you and to deceive you for revenge for what you feel is right. How can it be right when it stems from such evil feelings. If you were that upset, wouldn’t it be best to just keep that person out of your life?  You think you’re above morals and that I deserve to be conned and lied to and tortured, because you got upset with me?  Wow, maybe you should man up and don’t let yourself be such a saint.  You put your hands on me and have anger control issues unlike anyone I’ve ever met.  No wonder David chose to suck dick rather than deal with your messed up head games. You are a worse person for taking revenge on someone that really is nice to you when no one else is. You think your secret boyfriend wants that nasty, as sorry excuse of what you have to offer?  Ask Rai how long they stuck around when I moved in here! They are using you to torture me. At least you were part of something meaningful and worth it right!  

Part of a group of people that will leave you just as quick as they have everyone else they’ve done this to.  

Keep being the sheep you are. I did more that you asked of me than any sane person would do for any human being. When I showed even the slightest resistance you and your gang made my life even worse than the indentured servitude to a lazy, lying cow like you. I am fat, in part thanks to you and your dietary habits. Thank god stupidity isn’t contagious in the same manner.  

Guess I’ll stoop that low and call animal control and have them drug test your dogs. You know animal cruelty is a felony right??

 Approximately 97-98% of everyone I’ve ever met ask me, usually in short order, either one of the first theee questions or within the first day of knowing me: what’s with the shaking?  I shouldn’t be alive. I exist as a medical peculiarity. I have had one continuous seizure my entire life. Every second of every day. 

We all come into the world without any air in our lungs and we leave the same way. It is begun traumatically and ends the same way. It is my hope that my traumas, in some way leave a lasting impression that affects your lives in a positive way. 

My life is made up of what happens between the traumas that happen between the trauma of my every breath. Every second of every day. I hope that my knowing you makes you just a little more grateful for the life that happens between your traumas in some special, lasting, and inspiring way. 

 I expect, that you will do things the same that you have done all along.  Although, in my heart, I would hope, that you would do things differently.  ~PRT 

 It’s 41 degrees and we have one space heater which my roommate likes to turn off when I go to bed. She wonders why she’s had pneumonia for a year. 

 Knowing that i just got done spring cleaning my room and doing dishes and laundry in preparation for my job which begins tomorrow, why would a person feel the need to point out, “Man Paul, you got really bad body odor. Like really bad!! Phew!! Oof!!  Pee-ewe!! It’s bad!”  Did I say anything about your stinky microsuede  boots that I had to pull a Married With Children to shove your feet into without a shower that day to go to your doctors appointment or for your blood work a couple days later??  Not a peep. Had I, it would have been the end all be all, fight of the century, culminating with you throwing me out in the streets with no where to go and no way to get there. That is abusive. Straight up. Rude and uncalled for. Yes, I realize I don’t smell fresh as a daisy. I worked up a sweat and if it bothers you, I do apologize, but really?? How many things did you ask me to hand you or reach for you or to adjust the temperature of the space heater today alone?  I don’t keep count but, I can think of ten off the top of my head.  Throw this bottle in that trash?  You have a trash right next to you!  Treat others how you wish to be treated. Golden rule. Then you ask me to walk and get you ginger ale at 230 in the morning, knowing I’m working tomorrow, within ten minutes of that comment?  

The last fight we had, I wasn’t feeling well and she wanted me to go get something for her which required a bus trip. I worked a double the day before and was working that evening and I just wanted to rest. I told her I’d get whatever it was while I was out and bring it back when I got home from work. For two hours she cackled and made her dogs bark continuously while hitting a coffee mug or a plate with a spoon as loudly as she could muster. Then she tells me to pack my shit and calls the park manager to throw me out in the rain and tells me I better take everything I own because the rest won’t be here for me to pick up later.  

I go out of my way to be accommodating and get nothing but unreasonable anger from you. I thought we were friends but obviously you see our dynamic differently. 

 The way I remember Ryan’s edit to the master copy of the spreadsheet is; switch the inner most parts and reverse the order. 

At the time I only knew what Ryan shared with me in regards to what that all meant. I had no idea the implications or repercussions. When he posed the question, should one person control all the wealth, I said no. I stand by that, but in no way did that imply that he should take it upon himself to redistribute the wealth leaving the person who it all belonged to looking worse than everyone including the person manipulating the highly regarded spreadsheet. 

I was inquisitive and interested in what my friend, whom I  was visiting from across the country was busy doing. I enjoy conversing and learning new things. I did not anticipate the scope of the situation.  Had I, I would have been sure to make it more widely known. Of course, when I did attempt to explain that it was me that touched the laptop, but only to plug in the usb drive as Ryan had asked me to do, I was still reprimanded and felt as though they placed the blame on me entirely.  

It was a little fold out drive. 

I recognized the script from the box of postcards Katherine threw away while declutterring her room after I moved back to Connecticut. She claimed they were Griffin’s, but there was something familiar about the flowing handwriting. They were from places like Laos, St Lucien, St Croix. A whole moving box full. 

I’m no artiste but this was what the one from St Lucien looked like. It reminded me of this photo. 

 

 If Mrs Green lies on behalf of Levi that proves Ryan’s involvement with Levi. 

 The Greens were aware that Helene sent me the deeds from my father. They knew they belonged to me. 

 Levi didn’t want one or more of the four who attacked me to get in trouble. He tried to eviscerate me on a broken off mop handle wedged between the gas pedal and under my scrotum. They Saran wrapped my hands to the steering wheel and started the car. Stole my pack of Newport cigarettes with a lucky turned over in the pack and threw the car in drive sending me hurdling down the freeway. 

I can only assume it all revolved around the three landmark cases I was set to win. The EOE against the DoD, the Circle K/ethicspoint case, and the HIPPA complaint against the City of Tucson. 

Once Levi bought Nicole Green’s hard drive they simply amended the complaintant and redacted the record. 

 Oddly enough no one seemed to make the connection between the one way plane ticket Dave purchased back to Tucson for the person who left me to die in Colorado. 

August 2004

 

My whole family was there when Dave’s hired help cleaned the bloodstains from the vehicle in Kathy and Jim’s driveway. It was the last weekend they had the pool opened for the season. My bloodstains. Mostly from the passenger seat. 

It was the same vehicle seen passing through a toll booth in Colorado when I went missing. 

 Ryan wasn’t supposed to be spending time with Levi. The weekends were the only time they had to spend together. Levi was working at the post office and Ryan would say he was going down to spend time with Chris, but he and Levi would home invade house Chris had scouted out throughout the week instead. 

 Now my roommate is demanding that I go donate plasma. This is crazy. 

 How many people depend on my money is not a legal defense. How many of those people know whose money it really is?  How many people know how I was cheated out of it??

Regardless, receiving stolen property is a crime. 

You were supposed to be auditing that test.  You were not even in the eighth grade. Then Kathy turned down the scholarship on my behalf. Which is why you both thought I was Katherine’s brother. 

The detective that interviewed me, who you lied to about our relationship, was in fact Cindy Martin’s husband. He said there were no calls between Paul Gardner and the people o accused. That is because we all used AIM and gay.com back then. Plus, he was probably communicating with Bradley struebing. 

I actually remember Paul Gardner getting ahold of Ryan by texting Bradley and asking to speak to Ryan.

Paul’s AIM was overitube2

Ryan was there when I was attacked. He was close enough that he was covered in blood spatter. 

 When I returned to the Green’s from the hospital, someone commented they were surprised that I had broken Joshie’s nose in two places. They thought I had started the altercation but the four of them jumped me with a hammer!!!

I watched from my bloody spot on the gravel turnout as Joshie knelt in the gravel and Ryan hauled off and punched him in the nose.  These would be the last two times I saw joshie. They kept him away from me after that, like they were supposed to all along. 

This is my biological mother’s home. In the back yard, as recently as August of 2022 you can see on Google Maps, the tent my mom and I gave to Griffin when we moved out of terrace drive. He had no where to live and we gave him the tent to help him out. I never expected to run into him at Della’s and I still would like to know why he was there. 

 

 When I was in school, you weren’t allowed to have a drink with you. Can you imagine?  Being told you can’t have a bottle of water with you?  That seems so archaic, but that is the way it was.  No eating or drinking in class, period. 

My rooommate is so irresponsible she called to say her Veyo didn’t come to pick her up one minute before he pulled up still a half hour from her appointment and she wasn’t even dressed to go to her appointment. 

Yeah, but you were in your bathrobe and nightgown maam

I wore contacts lenses from freshman year on. Just about everyone that met me from 15 years old on through my twenties, thought I had blue eyes. 

Kristen and Joe made everyone keep it secret that I was molested in Misquamicut while they were in Hawaii, because Katherine made them bring her back down there a second time after sandy went to pick her up upon me filing a police report in Kathy and Jim’s driveway when I was reunited with my mom.  

 Wtf was I thinking moving in with my roommate. I’m better off on the streets. She controls every aspect of my life and thinks that I steal from her, when it’s the other way around. She is so much in denial, that she doesn’t even believe she has pneumonia, which she has had before.  I have been around someone with pneumonia so many times, I can spot it a mile away. I have to run all of her errands for her, clean up her dog’s waste from the yard, take her dog out on the front porch multiple times a night and sit out there with her, I can only do laundry when she’s doing hers and have to use the cycle on the washing machine she says. She is constantly complaining about everything. She is a chronic returner of items she purchases online.  She had a perfectly good car and she took a title loan on it and then didn’t want to work anymore so she let them repossess it. I even have to put her boots on her feet for her!! This is so beyond what anyone should expect from another person. 

And, I know she had something to do with the Bank of America/CFPB money being stolen from the mail. She was the one that gave me the envelope three months after the post date on it.  It said they didn’t owe me anything but said there was a package included but there was no package. From a Betsy Newby, a Regulatory Specialist who was fired from her previous employer, Centennial Bank for fraud. 

 Levi asked me about the event on my wall calendar marked, “Meet my Dad”. He knew that I was meeting my biological father that day. I didn’t know he was at Kathy and Jim’s at all. 

Roughly, how much income did you make either through investments or interest earned from my money??

 Land grabbing is the name emerging for this trend. It is the criminal charge that each and everyone of them will be charged with. Anyone that moved or is in possession of even a single dollar of that money will be charged with racketeering. Their assets will be frozen, then seized by the government. Any previously made agreements for legal counsel will be voided, due to them being obtained through nefarious means and or using ill begotten gains. They will lose everything and end up in prison for twenty plus years. How many of your fellow conspirators will walk away unscathed from the possibility of a twenty year prison sentence in exchange for testimony against you?

How many other people are going to come forward when they break the story of the 2000-2005 bandits who home invaded residences all around Tucson and robbed people on Friday and Saturday nights only, pretending to be law enforcement?  How many will it take to put you all away forever?  

 To those of you that were tricked into doing what they tricked so many others into doing, I am anxious to forgive and move on from this. Each of you has a responsibility to be transparent about the events that led to you acting as a tool of devise for these individuals. They committed heinous financial crimes and got away without so much as a slap on the wrist.  They are some of the brightest minds in the world and they dedicated their lives to stealing from those they deem deserving of such persecution. It’s a game to them, but to their victims the damage is paramount. They destroy their reputations, their financial security, they squander opportunities, and have no regard for sentiment or emotional attachment. They are so good at what they do, they have it down to a science. They make the losses irrevocable and leave their victims with no recourse.  I’m not the only one they have done this to. I’m sure I won’t be the last. Their hunger for control is unending and can never be satiated. 

Truly, these enemies are the ones we must be most vigilant against. For they are the ones that are all around us and blend into the rest of society without any effort. They prey on people’s emotions, and their trust, and they have no compunction about a person’s well being or the broader impact of their actions. 

They really think that they are above the law. They have connections in every profession and every sector both private and public. They make themselves out to be some sort of vigilante do gooders, while in actuality they are nothing more than con artists and bullies. Their power is in their ability to convince people of anything, through means most believe cannot exist. Forging documents that are official record, producing DNA evidence, video footage, witnesses, and even making those that know otherwise think that what they say is true. 

This is a brand new type of threat to our way of life. An emergent criminal enterprise operating right here on American soil. Debasing the economy and derailing democracy by thinking they have privilege afforded by wealth. If all men are created equal and deserve to be treated as such, then they are the biggest threat to this country that we have ever faced. There can be no bigger danger than those that think they are better than the rest of us. That they can make up a reason to excuse their behaviors. That being terrorists is okay, so long as you don’t get caught. This is the only opportunity we will ever have to put an end to this insane level of gangstalking and next level Ponzi scheme, which I have deemed Ponzi Notebooking.

I was there at the inception of this idea that they came up with. A better hierarchy.  A more organized way to operate a criminal enterprise. An elevated efficiency  crime organization. An evolved version of street gangs, and cults. A New World Order.

If ever there is any question as to who is pulling the strings, it is them. They orchestrated so many things to pull this off and they have unlimited resources. 

The Madoff Epstein Hall Sisson Rothschild Ainsley Green Layton Noyes Dossier

 The most annoying part about the scholarship was that no one was straightforward with me about it. Sure, the teacher’s kid was a better student than me. Yes, I was having trouble with peer victimization and my grades were slipping. I didn’t belong in that school. Or public schools at all. 

Then, when I asked about it again, Ryan said they’d done it to stop the molesting from continuing. Which, sounds pretty noble until you consider the fact that they awarded >500k dollars worth of financial support to the person that was molesting me every night for a year.  Every night. Doesn’t come across as quite so chivalrous does it? 

 Elon is Ryan’s half brother, Josh Green. 

Hyperlexia

 After all these years, I think I know what is different about me.  

The largest corporation in the world and they have the worst customer service I’ve ever dealt with. So, you did try to call the store or you’re not able to do that on your end??

 

 Five people were working in Walmart pharmacy, but none seemed concerned that this product had been left out since the order came in. When that was, I can only speculate. My guess would be in the overnight at some point. 

 I love that my roommate took an Uber to go hang out with Debbie for less than an hour just the other night and then an uber home, but I have to take the bus to go pick up her prescription which she doesn’t even take. So why are you having Medicare pay for Metformin when you don’t take it???

 I don’t know how or why they contacted Kathy, maybe my contact information was old, but it was Kathy that declined to accept the scholarship on my behalf. Which is why Levi and Ryan thought that I was Katherine’s brother!!!

 The kerchief which the aide and I had a conversation about was monogramed with her initials in order.  F.A.Z.  But the A wasn’t for Anne like I presumed.  It stood for Ainsley. Francis Ainsley Zamora. It was lace on the edges and had little rose buds embroidered on it. 

Just a hunch, but I bet her Christian name is Christine or perhaps Christina. 

Why in 2002 did the matched contributions equal 1727.7% of the 10M added by employees, which was matched by the state totaling 173M????

 

So from 2013-2020 they had steady growth from 60M-258M with yearly change ranging from -1M to - ~80M.  Then in 2021 and 2022 each year they doubled the fund growing almost 100% two years in a row, climbing 130M one year and 405M the next year. What interest rate are they getting on this account? 

Where did they come up with all that money on two years time?!

 By show of hands, how many people feel they made a mistake or were tricked into an action which caused damages, economic or otherwise, to my life?  How many would go so far as to say those decisions robbed me of everything?  What should it cost them?

 Mr Russel was appointed my counsel for the EOE discrimination case, for which I had seven eye witnesses including my teacher s retired officer and the admissions to my allegations of both recruiters from the two branches involved. 

He brought in outside counsel who represented me in front of the three panel court martial military tribunal without my knowledge or consent, from which he told me I was barred from the proceedings. I paced outside the courtroom all three days of the hearing.  

The two will be court martialed, if it is the last thing I do.  There will be consequences for what they did.  In military court, timeliness is not a factor.  

 What does one do when their terrorist organization is facing war crime charges?  Well, if they have the kind of money which was extorted from me unlawfully, they just up and buy their own country and refuse to extradite. Something small, exclusive, and luxurious. Say, like the United Arab-American Emirates, but leave off their maiden surname just to keep it secret like. 

Enfield - Play Rd

 We had just moved in and my mom went with Dave for a last of the season trip to Arizona.  Jimmy jr was in charge of keeping an eye on me. I had just got my license and had use of my mom’s car for work and school. 

Jimmy and I got into a big fight over me being a smart ass and I didn’t see him again until the next week. Joe was on an overnight thing for work or his back or something. Oh, that’s right, sandy brought him for his ba k surgery and everyone was worried about them hooking up!! But it wasn’t them. I remember Kristen and Mark Manifico got drunk after jimmy passed out by the fire and they disappeared into his tent but I think we were at Jim and Sandy’s in Mansfield. Not sure why the tent was there.  He was between houses for a month or something.  Just so happens this day was almost exactly 10 months to the day from Samantha’s birth.  I came back in the morning, and they emerged from the tent together.  All Samantha’s grandparents and parents have blue eyes.  

Kristen let everyone think it was jimmy jr she cheated on Joe with, but I knew the truth. 

Somehow they all knew Joe could only forgive his brother for that sin, and it would have ended badly had he known the truth. 

While Joey decided to forgive Kristen, sandy did not do the same for Jim Jr and they divorced.  I kid you not. 

Jimmy was passed out in the same position when I returned in the morning. By his fire pit. 

But then, Mike’s son is named Joe for a reason.

See how horribly trying to manipulate a situation has the potential to turn out ?

Had sandy not been divorcing Jim maybe she wouldn’t have bankrupted my.company to keep the money from her soon to be ex husband. 

Mark had his former roommate bunking with him except for on that particular night Levi went to Barry Nelson’s to hang out with Chris. He stayed out that night. So did Kristen and Mark. Out in his tent on the corner of Jim and Sandy’s property. 

Joey was worse off during the recovery, he could barely walk. I don’t think they had sex during the window of contraception because he was gone a week and laid up the next week. 

Can anyone put me in touch with Richard Dike of Halliburton?  Try the Bellagio. 

 The little boy was in a baptismal like sleeping gown. All white. They carried him to a table under a large oak tree. The table reminded me of an altar. He was ashen and his lips were chapped. His breaths came in short shallow gasps. The brain tumors were inoperable. As the crowd drew round, I placed my hand on the boys forehead.  

There was so much cancer, it was everywhere in his brain. One after another, I focused my energy on them and prayed as I tried to siphon the dark masses through a metaphysical osmosis. I felt over burdened, but I pressed on. He wouldn’t survive the night if it wasn’t eradicated here and now. 

When I lifted my hands I saw them all staring expectantly, and I just shrugged, before fainting into a long slumber. 

My mom said he was pronounced cancer free after a six month remission from the terminal brain cancer he’d been battling for over a year. The tumors had vanished. There on one scan and gone on the next.  

The house reminded me of the house depicted in the background of that famous painting of the farmer and his wife with the pitchfork. 

It was near Abilene Texas. 

 Why would you deny me due process? That is an inalienable right. What you’re doing is far more damaging than what you claim to be making right. My trajectory was affected to a greater extent than anyone else. You have always had advantages over me but only a bully would exploit a handicap. 

Why not offer redemption through fiscal coaching or education of some sort?  Instead you have chosen an iron fist approach to controlling my life. All to oppress me unlawfully. It’s the worst discrimination I’ve ever heard of. 

Long before you even considered my opinions on the matter you made up your mind and that is unfair. It’s not humane to treat someone with so much bias when they continue to be innocent until proven guilty. I have a squeaky clean record. Check for yourself. 

Dignitary by order of His High Holiness President Ben Netanyahu. 

A Tale of Two Tragedies: The Deaths of Christopher Michael Albert Prince and Brandy Fenton

Christopher Michael Albert Prince: A Case of Self-Defense?

Christopher Michael Albert Prince's death raises questions about self-defense and the morality of taking a life in the heat of the moment. According to reports, Prince was involved in a confrontation that escalated, resulting in his fatally violent end. Witnesses have suggested that the actions taken against him were in self-defense, a claim that invokes the age-old debate over the ethics of responding to aggression.

As an eyewitness and court-mandated reporter, I observed a crucial moment on the morning of the incident. Someone asked me about the functionality of a Ring doorbell—specifically, whether erasing clips would delete them entirely or if they backed up to a cloud server. I speculated that they likely did.  I even suggested swapping the camera with a neighbor’s if all else failed. 

However, my attempt to share this critical detail were interrupted by a detective who hastily labeled the case as a "love gone wrong" self-defensive manslaughter. 

This quick categorization raises significant questions. For instance, why did so many believe Chris was married to the homeowner when, in reality, Ryan had been his boyfriend for years? This misunderstanding not only distorts the narrative but also complicates the motivations and dynamics at play during that tragic confrontation.

Brandy Fenton: A Tragic Accident Unveiling Deeper Issues

In stark contrast, Brandy Fenton's death was characterized as a tragic accident, one that occurred under circumstances that many would deem preventable. Reports indicate that her passing was linked to an unforeseen mishap that has left her family and friends grappling with unanswered questions and overwhelming grief.

Again witness to the same people only rwentt years prior I saw them together the day before the child’s body turned up on the country club property, with another known associate, whom I suspect is actually one of the three who were together with the victim the day of the two dying  

Also, there is the fact that they were both champion notebooks at the time of their death but then had their money diverted back to the society of the involved parties, posthumously.  Chelsea said they were responsible for the Macaulay caulkin fall from fame and now they were doing a set of twins.  It’s a secret society of notebookers!  It’s Guantanamo or something.  What is this place?

The tragedy of Brandy's death lies not only in the loss of a young life but also in the systemic failures that may have contributed to such an accident. This incident has served as a catalyst for discussions about safety regulations, accountability, and the need for reforms that might prevent similar occurrences in the future. The emotional and psychological impact on her community has been palpable, leading to an outpouring of support for her family and calls for change.

Economic Implications and Posthumous Reflections

While both deaths are rooted in personal tragedy, they also intersect at the crossroads of economic implications and societal reflection. The aftermath of Prince's death has raised concerns about economic fraud, with allegations suggesting that those involved may have exploited the situation for personal gain. This has sparked discussions about the ethics of profiting from tragedy and the potential consequences of such actions.

Conversely, Fenton's tragic accident highlights the economic costs associated with negligence and the need for accountability. The financial burden placed on families left to mourn can be immense, prompting questions about how society values human life and the economic systems that often overshadow personal loss.  They also could come out of it filthy rich and take care of those responsible’s every whim.  It’s the double cross-contract kill.  For when the good one costs too much.

Also, the man who shot Chris was a forensic evidence expert.  No shit!

Conclusion: A Broader Reflection on Tragedy

The deaths of Christopher Michael Albert Prince and Brandy Fenton serve as poignant reminders of the fragility of life and the complexities of human behavior. Their stories compel us to confront uncomfortable truths about self-defense, accidents, lies, justice and the economic repercussions that follow.

As we reflect on these tragedies, it is essential to foster a dialogue that not only honors the memories of those lost but also advocates for change. Whether through legal reform or community support, the legacies of Prince and Fenton can inspire a deeper examination of our values and the systems we navigate in life and death.

In the end, both cases compel us to ask: How do we honor those we have lost while striving to create a safer, more just world for those who remain? The unanswered questions surrounding Chris's death—like the true nature of his relationship with Ryan and the implications of the evidence that might still exist—demand our attention and deserve a thorough investigation. If Chris was present that fateful day, Ryan was undoubtedly with him, and understanding their story is crucial for seeking justice and clarity.

Debunked

 On this episode of DNA Busters, we are going to explore the ways DNA evidence can be misinterpreted. We will show how those trained to examine evidence lack the sophistication to fully understand the intricacies that the samples suggest. 

If there’s fibers in a DNA sample, that means it came in contact with the material those fibers make up.

For example, if familial matches DNA is collected from a 15 year old boys rape kit and they contain fibers that were transferred along with the DNA from say a bedskirt of the same identical colors, one has to question how they ended up in and around the boy’s rectum. Not just a single fiber, but enough that they could tell the DNA had dried and been reconstituted before being purposely placed in the boys anus. What they didn’t anticipate is that the two contributors were not the familial match they found, because contained in that sample was three people’s DNA. There was the boys’s, transferred from the bed skirt, and he has no familial matches to speak of at all. None. Then there were two cousins who were living with the boy and his mom at the time leading up to the report. The boy thought the girl cousin left town but that was not the case. She was at Rockville hospital  the day of my rape kit, and I think we can verify that much. It could only have been Damienne and Levi’s DNA they found mixed with mine, by their design. There is no other explanation. 

From the FBI perspective they had a hard time arriving at any solution.  They tried to say that Dave was my biological father and those were the familial matches DNA, but Dave wasn’t even in town at the time. If he was, he wasn’t staying with us in the overnights. They had.no sample from any of the three but that is what they came up with. 

Dear No one,

 I’m sure you won’t ever read this. That’s okay. Having said my piece I can now be at peace with it all. There can be no justice for these atrocities and I have to humbly accept that.

 I can’t wait to see my mom again, if the other side has divine abilities to know the truth, then she already understands how wrong this whole situation was. How I had nothing to do with it, and did my best to try and fix what happened, when I found out. She knows now, that I was not to blame. That is all that really matters. I think she believed me all along, but it’s hard when so many people try to dissuade you and tell you otherwise. I did the best I could given the circumstances. That’s okay. I’ll be okay.  Things will go on and I will just have to accept the unfortunate way things played out. 

They claimed I was the luckiest person alive, but that doesn’t make sense either because if I were so lucky, none of this would have happened. 

They said I could convince anyone of anything, but again, if that were the case, we wouldn’t be having this lonesome one sided conversation. I would not have had to try to convince anyone if that were truly within my ability. Then again, even if I could do that, I don’t think I ever would. It would feel too manipulative and wrong. 

I know that this is hard to fully understand, and even more difficult to believe. I know Ryan has done this to many people in the past. I know that screentime can cause a person to notebook untruths. Still, I stand by my account and even if no one ever believes me or learns of the truth, at least I tried my best. And, that’s okay. 

Amie Caron

 Is at the heart of this operation. I just know it. 

 Also, who ended up with the rights to my dad’s patented invention; Theriault’s Seamless Gutter Machine??

Talk about being judged unfairly

My roommate thinks I gave her space heater to Debbie’s without her permission. However, we already had this argument last year when her new fireplace space heater came in and she sent me and Jackie over to Debbie’s for a second time, actually my third time over there that day.  It just so happened when my roomie was telling me I was a liar Jackie walked in and I said, “hey. You remember when we had to go back over to Debbie’s last week when you were here? What did we go back for”?  And she said, “to drop off the space heater”. 

Now we are having the same fight again because she remembers none of it. She always thinks the worst of me and never thinks she is wrong. Even when I prove it. 

 Pick up the phone and ask the people who live on those properties who owned the parcels they sit on. I dare you. 

You’re room is a disaster.

 Me: it’s a reflection of my soul. 

-Unknown

 I am a reasonable, solution oriented person. I think that the amounts of economic fraud committed are treason and that while awarding that much in damages is economically unreasonable, that awarding zero in damages is even more unreasonable.  I was promised a resolution. 

 Del Sol tried to claim that Ryan had hacked the slot machines through the Internet of Things, intranet system and that is why they refused to pay out my voucher, but I had nothing to do with that scheme, which started long after the stolen voucher incident. 

On top of which, Ryan wasn’t even old enough to be in the casino at that point, so what was he even doing there. 

I recall Ryan bringing me my pain medication just before the detective came pulling into the driveway for our scheduled interview. The odd part was he brought a Dixie cup of flat clear soda with it. When he told the man I was in some way associated with his brother I was confused and didn’t really think anything of it. Now I can’t help but think he was purposely misleading for a reason. 

 Dave’s second fifth wheeel, the Palamino had custom corrugated steel skirting. The only one I’ve ever seen with that mod. 

 Sarah Oullette was the one that told me I was adopted. I was in seventh grade. I rushed home and pulled out the box that had my baby belongings and sifted through the cards to one I remembered had milk bottles and read, “even though he’s not yours, he’s just as special” or something like that. 

When my mom came home from work, I asked her what the card meant. She got very defensive and told me that it didn’t mean anything and she threw the my card away. 

At one point I’d have considered Sarah one of my most responsible friends. That of course was before she agreed to babysit my kids for the after school program the day I auditioned for the school play. She tried to back out of it a couple days prior, saying she asked her younger brother Erick to do it, but I told her that wasn’t what we agreed on and I needed her to be there. 

Her family lived right next door to the second apartment we moved into on Terrace Drive. Her parents had rented one side of the duplex my father rented on the same property as his home where I lived until I was five.  She was two years older than me and Erick was two years younger. 

The afternoon of the audition she and Erick came over and left her in charge. When I came back, approximately three hours later, I walked in to Erick on the couch under a blanket with the boys and I asked where his sister was. He said she was upstairs. I ran up to seee what she was up to and she was stripping a quilt off the top of my mom’s bed. I asked what she was doing in my mom’s room and she said she had taken a nap. I found out from gently probing the boys that she had company and they had spent the whole time upstairs while they watched a movie with Erick. 

I was so floored and I suspected that there was more to the story but Sarah and Erick were tight lipped about it. I asked Erick who she had over and he said it was the guy who lived four or five doors down from Matt Dupuis up the hill. I asked Sarah what she was thinking and really laid into her about not respecting my home and jeopardizing the safety of the boys. What’s worse is I got the sense she was protecting Erick, but for what reason I couldn’t even begin to imagine. We stopped being friends after that. I moved to Enfield shortly after that, but continued to go to Rockville High until my senior year when we moved again and they insisted I pay out of town tuition or transfer to E. O. Smith. 

I guess I should’ve seen it coming, she brought Kelly’s friend Jason Santino to her junior prom which I accompanied Melanie to. Jason was 38 years old. I rented the limo and none of them even chipped in for it. They said I had made the arrangements so they didn’t feel like they agreed to split the cost.  

Then, Sarah let Melanie drive her car on the way to some autumn event the next year and Melanie crashed the car Sarah’s dad had given her. A dodge dynasty in mint condition and well maintained. Sarah blamed Melanie even though her dad strictly forbid anyone else drive her vehicle. I felt bad for them both but they both had screwed up because Sarah did something she knew she wasn’t supposed to, again. 

Oddly enough this google reviewer is using Sarah’s name but looks like my cousin. More disturbing is the fake attorney’s name that signed these documents has my cousin’s handwriting and Sarah’s maternal grandfather’s name. Supposedly, the attorney has been practicing law in Fort Kent for 42 years but the only review he has is from this person and he’s not registered with the Maine Bar Association.  Robert J Plourde.  If you look in the reflection of the glasses it appears the person has a tattoo on their forearm. 

How many identities are we going to let Katherine Mary Noyes Parsons aka Sarah Oullette steal?  How much damage should we allow her to do, before she goes away for the rest of her life?? 

Same question for all parties involved

 Raise your hand if you had interpersonal physical relations with Dave Chasse aka Dave Chasse. 

Weird how the attorney who’s address is this one is not even listed on the business directory sign. 

Licensed 42 years but no headshot and inly one single review huh??

 Five months ago, this person who is not my childhood neighbor, Sarah Oullette, was in northern Maine. Geez, she looks just like my cousin Katherine. 

Wonder if they are relatives of Joanne and Roland Collin?? 

Paul Gardner as Barry Thurlow aka Jester, only shorter.  

Looks like Dave Chase, (aka Ernest David Chasse), and his array of luggage and dry cleaning. 

 

 

Ask Chelsea

 About what Kathy told Katherine and Chelsea to do while I was having my very personal and private moment in the driveway with my biological father. I didn’t even know Griffin was on the property. He had asked me about the even in my calendar marked “Meet my dad” shortly before he was removed from our home.  It was the wolf wall calendar I got for Christmas that year which had little stickers for special days  

They didn’t do what she said of course.  Instead, coming out to interrupt the very first time I met my DNA father. 

Online Dating

 I recall being sat down with a two page print out of every chat I had over the previous night and being told that I was the least likely of the bunch to be a threat. And, while my approach was over the top and graphic, and I was liberal with pictures of the NSFW variety, that it was fitting of the tone of the apps I was tracked on. 

I was also informed that free dating apps were dangerous places to engage with anyone because they are the hunting grounds of those I wouldn’t want to be mixed up with.  I challenged this notion, because paying for a dating app, at least back then, was unheard of in our community and used by the majority of our minority.  

This was the same conversation as the revelation of the trajectory of Ryan’s wealth and who was a gold digger and only interested in whoever they could bag that had the most to spend. 

They stole 2 million dollars worth of product, over a quarter million dollars in vehicles and medications, all my mom’s clothes, and I’d be willing to wager that they were responsible for the theft of that box of money from Dave’s office containing 1.5-2M. They likely paid off Luigi to take the blame for it.  I just know it was all in the same people that have pulled this sort of nonsense all my life. Like some sort of team of misfit gangstalkers. They trick everyone into doing their bidding. That way, it can’t be blamed on them and the person responsible just says it wasn’t their fault, because they were tricked into doing it. What a bunch of evil geniuses they really are.  Just think of what they might’ve accomplished had they put their talents to use doing something more productive or beneficial for society. Being hellbent on oppressing a person for the entirety of their life is the lamest goal I have ever heard of. Like really, who died and made you the judge , jury, and executioner of my life?? Major, major egotistical narcissistic sociopathic behaviors. 

The Inherent Good in People: Blind Obedience, Conspirators, and Tools of Manipulation

At our core, many of us hold the belief that there is an inherent good in all people—a moral compass that, while sometimes obscured by circumstance or environment, strives to guide us toward decency and compassion. This belief forms the foundation of many societies, religions, and philosophies. It reassures us that, even in times of conflict and strife, humanity’s collective conscience will ultimately prevail.  

But what happens when this inherent good is manipulated? When someone’s desire to do right, to belong, or to trust leads them down a path where their actions serve someone else’s malicious intent? The answer lies in understanding the mindset of blind obedience and the dangers it poses—not just to the individual, but to society at large.  

The Mindset of Blind Obedience 

Blind obedience is the act of following someone without question, surrendering one’s autonomy and moral judgment in favor of another’s direction. For many, this behavior stems from a deeply ingrained need for structure, belonging, or validation. It can manifest in situations where:  

- Authority Is Revered: People are conditioned to trust and obey authority figures, often without questioning their motives or directives.  

- Trust Is Exploited: A charismatic leader builds trust to the point where followers feel they must comply, even when their own instincts tell them otherwise.  

- Fear and Pressure Are Applied: Fear of punishment, ostracism, or failure can lead individuals to obey orders they might otherwise resist.  

While trust and loyalty are valuable traits, they become dangerous when used to manipulate individuals into actions they would not willingly undertake on their own.  

The Dangers of Blind Obedience

The consequences of blind obedience can be devastating, both for the individuals involved and for those who suffer as a result of their actions. History is rife with examples of atrocities committed not by inherently evil individuals, but by those who believed they were simply following orders.  

Loss of Moral Agency 

When people stop questioning their actions, they lose the ability to act as independent moral agents. This can lead to situations where they participate in or enable harmful behavior, believing they bear no responsibility because they were “just following orders.”  

Empowerment of Malevolent Leaders 

Blind obedience allows manipulative leaders to act with impunity, knowing their followers will execute their plans without question. This creates a dangerous dynamic where power is unchecked, and dissent is stifled.  

Erosion of Accountability 

In systems where obedience is valued over critical thinking, accountability is often lost. This not only harms the victims of such systems but also perpetuates a culture of irresponsibility and denial.  

Conspirators vs. Tools of Manipulation

To fully understand the dynamics of blind obedience, it’s important to differentiate between conspirators and tools of someone’s devise.  

Conspirators

Conspirators are active participants in a plan. They are aware of the intent, goals, and potential consequences of their actions. Conspirators act with deliberate intent, often motivated by shared goals, greed, or power.  

- Mindset: Conspirators often rationalize their actions, justifying their behavior as necessary or justified.  

- Legal Ramifications: In the eyes of the law, conspirators are culpable. Their knowledge and intent make them equally responsible for the crimes they help execute.  

Tools of Someone’s Devised 

In contrast, tools of manipulation are individuals who are used by others to achieve a goal, often without full awareness of the intent behind their actions. These individuals may believe they are doing something harmless or even beneficial, unaware that they are being exploited.  

- Mindset: Tools often act out of trust, fear, or ignorance. They may not question their role in a larger plan.  

- Legal Ramifications: While the law may recognize their diminished culpability, ignorance is not always a defense. Tools can still face consequences for their actions, particularly if their actions result in harm.  

The Thin Line Between Good and Harm

The line between good and harm is often blurred when manipulation and blind obedience come into play. Even those with the best intentions can become instruments of destruction if they fail to question the motives of those they follow.  

This is why critical thinking, self-awareness, and moral courage are so important. People must be willing to ask difficult questions, challenge authority when necessary, and take responsibility for their actions. Without these safeguards, the inherent good in people can be twisted into a force that enables harm.  

Final Thoughts

The belief in humanity’s inherent goodness is a powerful and hopeful idea. But goodness must be coupled with vigilance, self-reflection, and courage to question authority when necessary. Blind obedience, while often born of trust or loyalty, can easily become a tool for manipulation, allowing harm to spread unchecked.  

Whether someone is a conspirator or a tool of someone’s devise, the effects of their actions are real and far-reaching. By fostering a culture of critical thinking, accountability, and empathy, we can ensure that the inherent good in people is not exploited but empowered to create a more just and compassionate world.  

Goodness thrives when paired with courage—the courage to question, to dissent, and to stand firm in the face of manipulation. It is through this courage that we uphold the values we hold dear and protect ourselves from becoming unwitting agents of harm.