Mean Girl
I am a black person. There is another person in my town with the same name who is white and is only a few years older than me. (Hi Karen!😁) I would go to the pharmacy and they sometimes get our medications mixed up. So no political statement here. Just tryin' to keep people out of her hair!
See Page 1 , #15 on my Polygraph taken with Stan Fulmer on May 29th, 2020
below. It is the one that says "1of 3" at the bottom.
With all that is at
stake monetarily, I should have known my enemies would not take this lying
down.
I have been under the gun (well, over it) to do my best work and take insults
from people in my community over personal matters (See A Slave Lives Next to You). All of that was fine, until
my polygraphs showed up and I was feeling like victory was mine. Well, there
was this glitch I didn't consider.
There are some people who
don't like to let go of other people's things, and will do whatever they have
to to keep them. These individuals aren't playing for keeps for a car, or some
simple piece of property.
No, what is at stake is a lifetime of slave labor,
intellectual property rights that are able to be passed down without their
loved ones ever having to work, as well as built-in credibility that doesn't
need maintenance.
In my polygraph, I have alleged that someone put objects up me that I did not
give them permission to put in me. I was exhausted at being called mentally ill
to cover up their thefts via computer hack and other means. The objects that I am referring to are the COM link device-like piece that
allows me to hear and the gun in it's pouch with it's remote control device
attached.
It has been an onslaught
of verbal insults and commands from people into the Microphone that feeds into the COMLink device in my ear. My sleep has
been horrible. It isn't uncommon for me to wake up in a bad mood, completely
rattled from what was being yelled at me in my microphone. It is at a low enough
frequency to be barely heard, but the words are painful and jarring enough to
scare.
I get resentful at my situation; I had been slave labor for a long time, and
was hoping this was the year that I could get freedom from them. They seem to
have let go of the idea of me falling over dead after the business I am
currently working on is built, and have tried to move back to mental illness
land.
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To put the above in context, I was raped multiple times at different points in
my life; I ended up with a Post Traumatic Stress Disorder diagnosis. It is the
card of choice trotted out by Democratic elite who are on a mission to shut
down some things that really were much ado about nothing.
I am physically ill from being shot by the weapon in my body. You can view a documentary preview clip verifying that it hasn't been through Photoshop,
but an actual medical video from the hospital. I have illness from the wounds
and internal bleeding. My dizziness and forgetfulness was blamed on mental
illness and age.
The individuals who you would probably categorize as Democratic leaning seem very
found of this assessment of the situation here.
What I am Getting At
I have a lot of crazy
going on in me; that is leading to my crazy. I said ALOT of mean things in my
lifetime; some provoked, some not. But the diatribe that came out of me the
last few months was not of my own free will. So much so, that I felt compelled
to take another polygraph test to shut down what was said. I am still not
operating every day of my own free will. I am still under the gun. I still feel
like if I don't wear a smile about my city, state, and country while my life is
burning, I could be killed.
The end game also feels near for many reasons and two fronts. One, the
businesses I am trying to set up to get my life in a direction I would like
being close to being underway has me filled with fear. There were some
expectations from some individuals concerning what I should do for them. I made
no agreements with anyone in writing or over the phone. It was under duress and
implied that I was verbalizing I was offering it of my own free will. (See Supporting Documents Tab).
So, please be patient with me. Please forgive me.
'Till Next time...
Update July 26th, 2021
I got into a car accident in 2018 and had an MRI done. Low and behold, there is more going on in this noggin of mine than I knew. Turns out, I have a sewing needle (yes, you read this right) inside of my nose...
and more in my skull.
Now, there is a fuller answer for my crazy.
To find out more, I am doing a quick 10 minute short on my You Tube Channel this week (waiting for lights to arrive Friday. Yay!) Please follow me on the link below to get more clarification of what happened to me and how this got started.
Me in Context You Tube Channel
