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Please help me, if not for me then maybe for the child I once was. Please? Do it for the other children that they've tortured, do it for the kids that they brag they are torturing, or do it for the unborn children who they brag that they will kidnap, rape, & torture next. Please, it's up to you. Please help? It's for the children...

 

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According to the fine people at Wikapedia the 2011 crime statistics showed Michigan has the highest murder rate and one of the highest rates of rape in the country. Michigan is #1 in assaults & burgalry.

According to the Huff Post the Flint Michigan area is the most dangerous city in AMERICA! I come from the Bay City, Saginaw, Flint Michigan tri-city area. I, yes me, I was kidnapped, raped, and robbed in this area. Me! I, yes I was involved with organized crime, thier pet crooked cops, and we, yes us, we (me at gunpoint) were involved in many a murder. If anywhere in America is corrupt, might it be in the place listed as the area with the worst of the worst and most of the most murders & rapes?

WHERE IS THIS GOING ON?

Never a fair shake in their organized crime controlled cities.

​They boast to me that I'll never get a fair investigation nor trial in one of their "Child-Molestor Owned" cities (they call them "The Major Cities"). That I was, am, & will always be thier victim who they can assault with impunity! And... the with Bay City Michigan and Boulder Colorado... cops assistance!

EDUCATORS

  MYTH SAYS WHEN A BELL RINGS AN ANGEL GETS THEIR WINGS... what do they get when a child dies in a snuff film...

  Murder... the act of killing someone with malice for fun or profit. My research indicated that the F.B.I. suspected that there were at least 50 or more dedicated serial-killers in America. They're too smart and they can't catch them. In my life I've had the poor fortune of meeting many serial-killers, child-killers, & a slew of would-be child-killers, many of wich were cops... in uniform... & on duty.... I grew up around serial killers... I was raised beside the guy society will call Serial Rapist & I recall a conversation we had just before he went to prison for serial rape. I asked him. "Do you remember how many times you tried to kill me"? When he answered no (as I suspected he would) I told him. "Me neither". My life is & has always been deluged with serial rapists & killers. Belive it or not some were apologetic, most even. But believe this America... some wore smiles at the very moment a fellow human being died. This is a story about both types of killers...

  Sooo there I was... inbetween sessions of violence at a Bay City Public School when a teenager aproached me and told me he'd witnessed me kill a child & he was there to confront me on the bahalf of himself & Duh Jerk on a lonely Bay City road after school.

  Me? I didn't remember killing anyone... lately... & I told him as much.

  Then he went on to descibe the scene, then... like being hit with a ton of bricks... I remembered...

  I was awoken, I thought in Bay City's 2nd Largest school at the top of the stairs in the south wing near the exit between classes. The pretty dark-haired 30ish year old woman, presumably a teacher asked me if I was okay?

  I was alarmed at being there, both because I had no idea how I got there & because I'd been suspended for a short time & could be in legal trouble if found there. So I assured her I was fine & declined any help & left for the southeast exit. The first thing I noticed was that the exit was on the wrong wall. Unusual... So I left and chose to travel in the direction I concluded was south to go home. The only problem was I didn't recognise a thing so I turned around to look at the school. Bay City's 2nd largest school is 3 stories high & this one was only 2. Then... the world rippled and I thought to myself. "Duh. I hust be dreaming". So I took off pondering what to do from the sinister to the bizzare. While I pondered a teen, about my height & build with dark brown hair aproached me & after insulting me attacked me. He wasn't very tough & I subdued him in second & told him I'd spare him a beating if he'd agree to leave me alone. He did so I did.

  I wanted to go home so I asked people for directions. A gang of jocks quickly came & threatened anyone who tried to talk to me, actually alternating between threats & vile insults about me & that prompted most people to leave me alone.

  A few people ignored them & a uniformed Bay City... cop quickly pulled up in a marked police car & warned citizens not to talk to me. It worked... mostly. Once an old guy refused the cop. "I'll talk to anyone I want. This is my house & this is private property". The uniformed Bay City... cop quickly arrested him, roughly in broad daylight & ordered me to talk to no one & leave. So I did...

  The teen came back while I wandered & attacked again... he wasn't very tough so I quickly subdued him again & told him I'd spare him a beating if he'd agree to leave me alone. He agreed so I let him go & wandered some more... seeking my home.

  He came back & attacked me again & again... he was a sucker for the same move over & over. Eventually... I figured that since this was a dream I should just kill him & be done with him. But in the end concluded that I didn't want another cop chase dream so I told him I'd let him go. "If you attack me again IWILL KILL YOU". He agreed to my terms & left...

  Me? I wandered looking for home & got all the more lost... then... that teen came back... he attacked. In life, during a fight, one should strive not to fall for the same trick for the umpteenth time. He did so I slammed him to the ground, flipped him face down, sat on him, the twisted his neck with all my might! K-K-K-K-K-K-K-KRACK! He looked dead to me so I uncerimoniously left him there...

  In the present... in high-school the "snitch", the official imported "Child-Molestor" designated braggart if you will told me something like. "We did these to drive you so we can drive you insane because you're a serial-killer. The only problem was that when you woke up you seemed none the worse for wear and Jerk (they always call him by his last name) & I concluded correctly that you thought the whole thing was a dream. So I was sent here to tell you partly as revenge because of how this has affected me". He'd described his personal horror in recruiting the nice boy who'd crossed the Child-Molestors. He described how he & their little girl whores had lured him into the child-porn lifestyle & gotten him into drugs. Now the boy who'd been poised to destroy them had been slain & in a way that could never be traced back to them. He told me he had nightmares every night based on the fact that Duh Jerk had given him a bag of pills & told him to plant it on the dying boy. In pure horror he descibed putting the pills on the gurgling boy as the child pleaded with his eyes for help. "I see his eyes every night when I dream. Pleading with me. Begging for help".

 Welcome to my America reader... All I want is the pain to stop. I only ask for a fair investigation. A fair chance...

 

  What it is that I'm asking for...

  The author asks that any caring or compassionate reader please call or write to your local Congressman, please notify the police, write the F.B.I and e-mail. Something, please anything. Please? Send a letter to a rape shelter, get involved and don't give up, never quit! Citizens rip off your matress tags and tell your elected representitives that this perversion, the gang called "The Child-Molestors" must end and that you will accept nothing less than total victory against these vermin who are single-handedly plaguing our streets one schoolroom at a time! RISE UP! Do it or the Child-Molestors will soon open up one of their chapters near you. Then, it'll be too late. They don't want you, they want your children. In some of the communities with a chapter they are so firmly entrenched, so secure in their power over their community I fear that they might never get thrown out, without your help reader. Please? It's for the children. Please?

 

 

 

  WANTED: PROOF READER!!!

  If you are a caring and compassionate person, willing to work with an extremely high probability of danger,

low to no pay, horrible hours, & probably get almost no credit you just might be the person I'm looking for to

help me edit this website & tell my story to the world. Know that while you'll be putting yourself, your family,

and your friends at great risk that it's not just for me you'll be doing this for a greater good. It's for the other

children the Child-Molestors have victimized. It's for the Children the gang are victimizing at this very

moment, and it's even for the unborn children that the gang brag they will victimize next if someone like you

wont help stop them.

  Eh, who knows? If you're a gutsy nobody looking for a rep in a field filled with millions of talented nobody's,

the job just might be for you. Opportunity only knocks once. If you've dreamed of your big opportunity, the

chance to play in the big leagues. If you're tired of sitting at the little kids table during your company

planning committee, this IS your big chance.

  Call me at a Phone # when I get one or drop me an E-mail at my Molestor monitored & edited web site: sjolnr@mail.com

  CHILD-MOLESTER ALERT!!! November 14, 2017

  Yeah... I've spent several days in yet another (sigh...) gang SLEEP-DEPRIVATION ATTACK!!!

  In recent days it was just the same animal noises tape played over & over with an occasional soft firecracker lit nearby. Easy to ignore, so I obeyed the Bible. If they persecute you in one city, move to the next. So I left Armold MD & moved to Anapolis MD. With only a slight delay the attack began anew.

  Last night, the attack was taken to the next level. At least 2 men (I heard them talking, children too... of course) who were in poor physical shape pounded on the trees not 25 yards from my place with what I'd guess was a plank or log after I got home shortly after dark until after midnight. My Ritchie Hwy/Boulter's home is isolated from my neighbors who I'd bet heard very little if anything.

  When I moved to investigate the very nearby "poorly made animal noises" they stopped immediately leading me to believe they were produced by someone watching on a small camera as I don't think someone that close could've avoided my search. I checked the trees and found the bark on some to be bruised & battered due to repeated pounding by out of shape men. How do I figure that? They didn't seem to be able to pound for long before tiring. Whoever is in charge of stalking me is surely slacking. Martin Oak would surely have coked those guys up & they'd have pounded like mighty molesters into the night. Poor show slackers. Poor show indeed.

  This has strained me physically & mentally. I'm probably what I'll call in the early stages of sleep deprivation. You get tired, mental abilities only mildly impaired. I've come up with "a plan", we'll see.

  What does this mean?

  Since I was "lured" here by an easily provable bait & switch con I can only conclude the gang, which boasts interstate friends from state to state in the molestor community (who as a courtesy tell me they all cover for one another... for a fee) I figure they wanted me here or nearby for reasons unknown... but I can guess (and none of my guesses are good). A simple frame-job or is "The End" for me. If so the gang has promised me 100 times that anywhere from 1 to thousands (the thousands is more recent) will die horrible deaths to insure the Gang's revenge for the indignity of "The Gym".

  Simply put... lots & lots of people are probably about to die. Quite possibly horribly.

  I suspect that if I am unable to extricate myself or get the proper amount of R.E.M. Sleep (look it up... cops) I will grow increasingly irrational, unpredictable, & all the other good stuff that comes with sleep deprivation.

  Simply put... the gang would NOT do this to me if their ducks were not all in a row.

  To that end I suspect that the... cop(s?) on duty last night responsible for answering calls to my address was indeed crooked, in case I called the police. Failing that the gang tell me they would normally keep them busy during attacks by pinning them to a single spot by creating family disturbances, bar disturbances & such where cops are pinned to one spot but no one actually goes to jail. I'd bet on the crooked... cop being on call.

  Driven insane by madmen for reasons of profit & revenge. Not as glamorous as... cops try to tell me.

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  Please help me!

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