A uniformed Bay City… cop walked into “the gym” in 1976. The attempted murder had just ended thanks in part to the complex warning system the Child-Molestors had set up. One child-guard at the end of the hallway & one by the doors in the hallway leading to the parking lot, & another who watched the gym doors & acted as a messenger between the two other guards, relief (bathroom & such), and as an early warning system to summon school staff if anyone important came.

  Duh jerk rushed down the hall to "the gym" (which actually was the school cafeteria, it merely doubled as a gym back then for 2 classes, 60+ kids at a time) to head off the cop & began our introduction by waving his arm in a broad gesture & asking the Bay City... cop. "Who looks like the biggest crook here"?

  Me? I was optimistic. I was well groomed & wore expensive silk clothes (left to me by a dead great-uncle) & wore the latest very expensive sunglasses, I was the only kid in a school of nearly 1,000 who could wear sunglasses in school because of a doctor's prescription.

  Based soley on looks the Bay City... cop chose... me. Major bummer.

 

  The sentinel of justice summoned to aid me in my time of need, defender of life, liberty, & limb, the Bay City.. cop surveyed the room & pointed to me. The interview went downhill from that point on.

  Later Duh Jerk asked me. "Do you know what's the best thing I've got going for me"? When I said no he smiled & said. "Your sunglasses. They make it easy for me to portray you as a trouble maker or someone who looking for attention".

  In the coming years he went on and on about the subject. My need to wear sunglasses for a ludacris "undiagnosed condition" only proved I was a liar when he conned skeptics into quizing me about why I was wearing them. "Did you ever notice that sometimes people come up to you and ask you why you're not wearing your sunglasses when I arrange to steal them or break them"?

  "Yeah".

  "Thats because I send them to you and tell them to ask you why you're not wearing your sunglasses if you really do need them. So you're a liar if you're not wearing them and a trouble-maker looking for attention if you do. I's great"! He went on and on about how well it worked on... cops.

  Whatever...

 

  In spring of 1977 while standing in a Bay City Public School during school hours I asked Snitch Girl. “Who did I kill”? Does everyone have conversations like this or is it just me?

 

  “All I have to do is to make you out to be such a pervert that no cop will listen to you”. Duh Jerk many times.

 

  “The police are a slumbering giant. They know who & what we are but they’ll be cautious, slow to rise. That’s how we’ll win against them. They’ll send 1 or 2 agents to investigate your claims & then we’ll jump them & then we’ll own them. The cops don’t think anyone is brave enough to kidnap them but we do it all the time. When we kidnap them we like to make their badge the center of their torture. We hold it up & say. ‘You thought this would protect you’? We soil it & have little kids play haki-sack with it. If they don’t crack right away we use their cell-phone & call their wives. ‘Hello Mrs. Smith? You husband’s been in a serious accident. You sound distraught. We’ll send over two agents to pick up you & the kids & take you to him. Then we send over a few of our guys to pick them up. Once they pull into the garage & see the line of guys raping their husband & the husband sees that we’ve brought their family they almost always give right in”.

 Does everyone have conversations like this or is it just me?

 

  "Torturing you is scary. You never know when you're going to go off".

 

  "No one could go through all that without going crazy". Thus said a Bay City... cop to me circa 1980. He was obviously a master of psychology or something. My guess is or something.

 

  “Since we started using Tasers you haven’t killed a single person that we didn’t want you to kill”. Said my bragging kidnapper to me in the presence of his Enforcer.

 

  “Which one of you is the kid anyone can hit in your class”? Was the first thing I ever heard F.B. say aloud? The entire class as a whole pointed their fingers at me! In seconds the first of many battles with him, them, the 4 Stars & their lapdog Just Desserts began.

  Whatever…

 

  Carnage... Yup, I did it reader, and there's no taking it back. This portly short guy walked up to me circa 1975 & asked if I was the guy who'd been making up stories about beating people up in films secretly made about me by Duh Jerk & his plethora of Child-Molestor plants in my life. Yup! It was me. I started doing it when a few Child-Molestors whined to me that I'd said I'd 'Kicked his a _ _'! in a film. Since then I'd been identifying various Child-Molestors & going to places I suspected where they filmed me & then I GRAPHICLY DESCRIBED SEVERELY INJURING Child-Molestor gang members, I even described using weapons, laughed often, & made certain to brag about it in the past tense only. I even made up crimes & based them on what I'd read about in The Enabler... Uhh.. Bunga Bunga Press.

  With a look of astonishment mixed with scorn He shouted. "Will you stop that"! Jerk's doing beating up our people just like you describe it! You two have got our whole group worried"! Another guy even tried to talk me out of it by telling me that Dirty Cop & his pet dirty cops were now altering crime reports, past, present, & future to better accommodate my statements.

  Let me say this with as few words as possible for the simple among my readers... I was being systematically kidnapped, raped, & tortured by a team of madmen & their dirty cop pets. I was at the edge & had exhausted all avenues of aid legal or otherwise. I was desperate & figured I had to do what I had to do to survive & I felt that it meant surviving by narrowing the odds against me, one at a time. My violence saturated living on the edge over-abused teenaged self told him no & I kept on doing it, lots of times over the years & I quit doing it only for reasons of boredom. Eh, yup, I did it, & I hear that the Child-Molestors (loyal, hard-working member/victims & victim/members) can’t wait to get some payback.

  Neither can I...

 

  That’s when he shouted! “I F.B. (he said his first & last name) swear that I will kill David George”! While standing in the center of the crowded gym.

  That’s when he shouted! “I Duh Weasel (he said his first & last name) swear that I will kill David George”! While standing in the center of the crowded gym. "You will die today"! He yelled while pointing at me.

  That’s when he shouted! “I The Mayor’s Brat (he said his first & last name) swear that I will kill David George”! While standing in the center of the crowded gym.

  That’s when he shouted! “I Short Stuff (he said his first & last name) swear that I will kill David George”! While standing in the center of the crowded gym.

  That’s when the rest of the Death Pact Dozen shouted in turn one after another in the center of “the gym”! “I ___ (insert 1st & last name here) ____ (they said their first & last names) swear that I will kill David George today”! I was amazed that Just Desserts, normally my most vocal attempted murderer & founding member of the Death Pact Dozen stood quiet & did not participate in the verbal spectacle in front of the Gym Teacher, the 60+ child witnesses & coconspirators.

 

  I closed my eyes & asked him. “Did I kill anyone”?

  He answered. “Nah. You just cut them to s@#! & they gave up”.

 

  Then the usually smiling but serious looking Duh Jerk asked me. “If you went to war with America how would you do it”?

 

  "Who did I kill"? A sentence I've used too many times in my all-too-short-life. Ow...

 

  It was during "that first week" when my _ _ _ _ _ _ (honor honor honor) handed me over to my mass-attempted-murderers in spring of 1977. I was sitting in the living room of the house where my school classmates... my attempted murderers would soon begin torturing me by the park a few blocks west of the city's Community Center. We all sat around a long table & the world rippled fiercely... so I thought I was dreaming. So I thought. "Time to start killing people". Usually, when encountering big groups in my dreams I liked to convince a few people to help me kill the rest. It usually worked. So I tried talking my snickering classmates into helping me kill the rest of the class. Failing that I tried to get them to go out with me & kill random people.

  They refused.

  Duh Jerk pointed to me & said to his class of child-porn stars. "Do you want proof that he's the scumbag here? There's your proof"! They all agreed that I was a scumbag who most certainly deserved whatsoever they did to me.

  Time passes... Pain, torture, starvation, sleep-deprivation... they made it a point to eat their meals in front of me for the next 2 weeks & fed me nothing...

  Still later, Duh Jerk suggested that, since I was dreaming, why not get some revenge on my classmates whom he'd force to obey me.

  It seemed harmless, so I did. "Everyone beat him up"! I shouted. Then, my torturing child-rapist kidnappers attacked that kid beating them quite badly. "Attack her"! No one was spared!

  Later it morphed into... "Everyone rape her"! "Everyone rape him"! More perversion for the laughing madman. He was in his glory!

  In that tax-payer funded school hallway during business hours a few days later... Snitchgirl, my self-admitted attempted-murderer, kidnapper, & rapist told me during school hours that I wasn't fooling anyone with my pleas that I'm just a nice guy caught up in an awful situation. "You're a serial-killer. I've seen it. You tried to talk us [my 1976-77 middle-school classmates] into killing people". When I defended myself all the more she added. "I was there! You tried to talk us into killing each other! You even tried to talk us into killing other people! Then Jerk told us we had to obey you & you made us hurt each other... badly. You forced us to rape each other. You made us do... things". She squirmed uncomfortably on that last sentence. She explained that she & her gang were psychology experts, particularly on the subject of a given victim's desires & how they relate to the use of drugs. "Our drug reveals a person for who they really are". She & the rest of my attempted murderers now slept soundly at night knowing that I was the real scumbag, not them. Speaking about the abuse she'd suffered she said. "It's how he [Duh Jerk] made us hate you". "You deserve everything we've ever done to you".

  Me? The only thing I could think was. "I'm the 10 most evil people I know in my dreams".

  Is the above situation simply normal middle-school hallway chatter? Idano... I have nothing to compare it to.

  Whatever...

 

  While standing beside a camera the usually smiling but serious looking Duh Jerk asked me. “If you went to war with America how would you do it”?

  Sooo... I pondered the subject for a while... then answered him. "I'd conduct a full-spectrum N.B.C. war against them". Then I explained to him that N.B.C. meant nuclear, chemical, & biological attacks.

  "How would you do the chemical part"? The suit wearing madman asked in exchange for but a moment's rest from the ungodly tortures he'd recently inflicted on me.

  "I'd make up a batch of sarin gas & release it in confined public places like stadiums & subway tunnels".

  "No good. Sarin gas is too difficult for the average person to make".

  Not so I assured him. "No way. It's easy to make. You can make it out of household chemicals".

  "Too dangerous to handle or too store". He countered. "Think of something else".

  Me? I just wanted to get this over with so I shook my head & said. "No. It's safe to handle & easy to store".

  "It's still no good. You'd probably have to be a master chemist to make it & it's probably difficult to get the recipe. Think of something else".

  I told him that the recipe was easy to find on the internet & the gas was simple to make. So he left the room for a while leaving me to stand there & endure the insults of the never satiated Duh Weasel, F.B., Short Stuff, & a few of their ever-present jock enforcers.

  Duh Jerk came back into the room... "How would you do the biological part"?

  Sooo... I thought about it, but not for long. I'd use anthrax because it's very contagious & I'd spread it in public places by putting it in vents & air conditioners in stadiums & bus depots & by putting it in the mail & mailing little pouches of it to various public places throughout the country".

  So he left the room... then, eventually came back. "It's too difficult to get & too dangerous to handle. Think of something else".

  No way... So I told him it was true it was difficult to get because it's found under the roots of a difficult to harvest tree & is very rare at best (true or not is irrelevant because it may be that it's only true because it's true that I said that). "They keep anthrax in research labs so I'd just go to a lab where they store it for medical purposes & bull@#$! the secretary that I was there to pick up some & had the paperwork & get them to bring it to the front desk & then I'd steal it.

  "What if they had a bulletproof glass window"? He asked.

   "Bulletproof windows only stop morons without imagination". I told him if I wanted it bad enough 1 or 2 overworked & underpaid security guards & a single bulletproof glass window would not be much of an obstacle. I even suggested easy to make home made flamethrowers, easy to make & fits neatly into the window's pay slot.

  So he left... Then came back. "How would you handle the anthrax? It's very contagious & too difficult to handle. Think of something else".

  Not so I assured him. "It's the inhaled dust that's dangerous or spores on your hands. I'd build an underwater box out of glass to handle the anthrax & to make the letter bombs".

  "Glass is too heavy".

  "So I'd make it out of Plexiglas".

  "How would you seal it"?

  "I'd use silicone". We argued about different sealants & what would be best. He complained of previous experiences he had sealing aquariums that never did quit leaking when he used silicone & felt it would be a poor choice. So he suggested I announce an alternative product. "What brand would you use"?

  "I don't know the names of any brands of sealants. I just use them".

  "You're lying. Do you want the torture to begin again"?

  "I ain't lying. I don’t know a single brand-name of any sealants, I just use them".

  "Now I know you're lying. You did a lot of roofing & used a lot of different types of sealants".

  "I never bought them once. The bosses always provided them for me to use".

  "You're lying".

  "There's only one lying cheating child-molesting child-killer in this conversation & that's you"!

  So he left for a time... then he came back & asked me a series of detailed questions. "How would you keep the anthrax from getting wet? How would you keep the letter bombs from getting wet while you worked on them"?

  I'd build a shelf inside the box & I'd cut 2 holes in the side & use silicone to seal 2 rubber gloves to the box". Later I told him I'd just use long rubber gloves when he nixed the idea of cutting holes in the box based on leaky sealants.

  He left & came back & asked. "How would you sink the box"?

  "I'd use cinder blocks".

  "Too cliché. Think of something else".

  "I'd use lead weights".

  "Where would you get them"?

  "Probably from a scrap yard or something".

  "No good. Think of something else".

  "I'd use weights from a weight-lifting set".

  Duh Jerk seemed well pleased. Then he asked me. "How would you conduct the nuclear part"?

  I thought about it, but not for long & told him that I'd once read in a major magazine about a teenager who tried to build his own atomic reactor in his back yard using every day mundane things to do it & had turned his neighborhood into a radioactive nightmare. "In the article they say that they left out a few steps of how the kid did it so no one else could copy him by reading the article. I'd just go to a college where they teach stuff like that & tell some cash-strapped student I'd pay him $50 to fill in the blanks for an article I'm writing on how easy it is to do what that kid did".

  He told me that the radiation would kill me. "It'd never work because the radiation would kill you".

  I told him that there were varying degrees of exposure. "That kid didn’t die & he worked next to an unshielded nuclear reactor". I went on about how cheap lead plating would be & how using long poles & pinchers to handle the radioactive material could reduce exposure further.

  "How would you spread the radioactive material"? He asked with a serious look.

  I thought about it for a while & said. "I'd grind the radioactive material into a powder & hook it to a blower. Then I'd use magnets to attach them to the bottom of trucks at a truck stop". "I'd use a lead plate on the back of the truck to protect myself from the radiation & then use long poles to push the bombs off the back of the truck". Some would be simple dust blowers & the rest would be radioactive material laced "dirty bombs". Conventional bombs laced with radioactive powder & detonated in high traffic public places that'd injure a lot of people & be extremely costly & difficult to clean up.

  Imagine my surprise when a boasting rapist chewed me out about a year later. "Do you remember that Dr. who got caught with all those barrels of sarin gas in his basement"? "He was one of us. Jerk asked some of our guys for volunteers to make the sarin gas & he volunteered. Jerk chose him because he was a Dr. & that made him above suspicion. The only problem was when he died & his wife asked the cops what was in the barrel & the cops freaked"! He told me I got very, very lucky...

  Odd... I don't feel lucky.

  Sooo a year or 2 after that another self-professed rapist for profit comes up to me & begins to insult me. "YOU JERK"! Was among his insults. "Jerk had one of our guys volunteer to make those letter bombs using anthrax just like you described"! "As far as I'm concerned you are responsible for all of those innocent people who died & I'm going to make sure that you pay their deaths".

  Yeah, I teased him. "So you don't think that because you help a sick f@#! like him that you're not responsible for the deaths of all of those innocents"?

  I know that cut him to the core. He mumbled a while about how he personally detested killing, he merely saw it as a tool, for him it was different because he was in too deep, sure he killed lots of people but not in the sick way like how Duh Jerk & I did & the way he saw it was that the both of us were equally guilty, the only difference was that it was in his power to make certain that I paid, alone, because... blah blah blah...

  "We were about to spring our trap on you when our dirty cop screwed up & told people at a press conference that the letter bomber had handled the anthrax underwater. Then the press started asking him questions like how & where & how did you find out? So we called off framing you for it". Blaming the aborted frame job on "the phrase that pays (a group of otherwise harmless words that has the ability to make (honest?) cops laugh & I suspect makes (honest?) juries shake their head in disapproval)". We still have pictures of you posing with the box during the various stages of construction & our films of you talking about how you'd do it".

  "Because my attention-craving mind just had to film the entire thing didn't I"?

  "Yeah".

 

  AUTHOR DISCLAIMER: In the above tale it demonstrates the beauty of the Child-Molestor's system. You see, I ain't accusing the Child-Molestors of being involved in the Anthrax nor Sarin gas incidents. But, I'll admit the timing of those acts was a bit... "convienient". It's how the group work. First you pour a bazillion lies into a pot, stir in an absurd story or two, then add a dash of the truth to make it palitable, and then you have a winning formula to rape kids for a lifetime!

 

  The Last Snitch, in the presence of his Enforcer shouted at me with indignation & contempt! “You jerk! I can’t believe you answered that question! I’ve seen you get tortured & you could’ve handled that little amount of torture”! He verbally tore into me berating me because of all of the innocents that he knew Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars intended to hurt because of how I answered the question.

  Sadly I answered back. “He didn’t need the torture. My ______ (honor, honor, honor) ordered me to answer his questions like that & I could never get her to undo the order or acknowledge that she’d ever given the order”.

  I heard versions of this every few years my entire life... "We slipped you some of our drug when you were hanging out with your friends & you went on & on about hurting people & killing them". So I asked my friends.... They unanimously told me that they had no memory of any such conversations or events. I figured that they'd been drugged too.

 

  "You seemed to have framed me for a lot of stuff". I told the Last Snitch. "Doncha think the cops will wonder about the shear enormity of it all"?

  "We won’t use all of our films against you. It depends on what the cops zero in on first".

 

  "YOU KILLED THEM"! Yelled a worried looking Duh Jerk with righteous indignation while pointing into a room in the defunct hospital on a hot late 80s kind of sunny day across the street from a park where I'd just walked through covered from head to toe in blood across the street from the Defunct Hospital in front of nearly 100 people. Only in Bay City... only...

 

  Snitchgirl told me that the Child-Molestors called the house a few blocks west of the Community Center across from the park "The Killing Fields" because in that & a nearby house the gang brought out of town child-victims to be raped for their wealthy clients. "Sometimes they don't want a kid to be able to recognize their face so they pay us extra & we kill them there. It's where a whole bunch the kids in our class [Bay City middle school] got blooded".

 

  I'd just gotten my nameless "Cousin" a cold can of beer when he told me he wanted to tell me why he hated me so much. "Is it because I obey your every word & get you a cold beer whenever you ask & treat you with respect when you always act like a jerk to me"? Eh, I had to ask.

  "No. Your _ _ _ beat me up once so as revenge I'm going to turn his boys mean". Yeah yeah yeah... be a jerk, rape torture pain, yeah, he was like that. "I also decided that you will be a convicted arsonist & that your ___ (insert Serial Rapist's family title in comparison to me here) ___ & any other sons that your _ _ _ _ _ _ (honor honor honur) has will be convicted rapists".

  Decades later the last snitch surprised me when he boasted on the subject. "Jerk's got the old bosses mad because it's very important to him that you go down as a child-molester (or did he mean Child-Molestor, a much more sadistic & sick fate?). That's got the old bosses mad because your cousin already decreed that you were to go down as an arsonist & that goes against tradition".

  True or not? Who can say? He added. "We've kidnapped you nearly every year & burned down a house where you were standing there admiring it burning down & pointing at it & we've filmed it all". He shocked me more when he reminded me of a quote where I was pretending to be a fictional character named Zerez & foolishly said. "Burn baby burn". He bragged they'd showed the edited film to independent viewers & they'd begged the Child-Molestors to go to the cops with it saying things like. "How can you let a guy like that walk our streets"? Oh well, it sucks to be me... and the Child-Molestors brag that it always will...

 

  "All we have to do is tell our victims a bunch of lies and when they don’t pan out the cops will never believe them". Truer words were never spoken by a professional liar.

 

  I was strapped face down to a table with my pants pooled around my ankles being pushed awake by an 11 year-old child every minute or so for weeks when I heard a loud noise. SLAP!

  Duh Jerk yelled. "I told you to keep him awake"!

 The child yelled. "I did"! While holding his cheek.

  While pointing at me during the quiet time between rapes he yelled. "Don’t lie to me! He was snoring"!

 

  "Why are you doing this to me"? I asked.

  "Because of the gym".

  Several decades later & they're still talking about the gym. "You tried to kill me & now you want revenge for it"? In my opinion Duh Jerk & the 4 Stars suffer from a case of extreme penis envy related to "The Gym".

  "It's not revenge for what you did to us! It's revenge for what the Bosses did to us because of you in the gym"! F.B, Duh Weasel, & Short Stuff were quite indignant.

 

  "I don't believe oral sex is sex". Said my kidnapper & admitted rapist. He was discussing the moral superiority of his gang "The Child-Molestors" over child-sodomists whom he personally detested. He felt oral sex was just good old fun... when HE did it with kids.

  I countered. "You just used the word sex to describe a sex act you thought wasn't sex". I know I cut him to the core when I said it.

  My opinion? You just can't make situations like this up.

 

  "I WAS THE ONE WHO ORDERED YOUR ______ TO LOCK YOU UP IN YOUR CRIB & NEVER LET YOU OUT! I WAS THE ONE WHO ORDERED HER TO BEAT THE S@#! OUT OF YOU EVERY TIME YOU MADE A PEEP! DO YOU REMEMBER HOW THE ONLY TOY YOU HAD IN YOUR CRIB WAS A FIRE TRUCK? I ARRANGED THAT SO I COULD BETTER TURN YOU INTO AN ARSONIST"! My Cousin never did handle it well when I called him a liar.

 

  I was playing a medieval R.P.G. game a few years ago when Slim halted the medieval action & asked me a modern day question that had nothing whatsoever to do with what we were talking about. "If you went to war with America how would you do it"?

  I thought about the odd nature of the question & it's wording & told him. "Let me think about it & I'll tell you next week".

  A year or so later he asked the same question & I gave him the same answer in the next week as I had before.

  My Bomber Buddy soon posed the same question.

  Yeah... they got the same answer the next week on those occasions.

  Huh... go figure...

 

  Sooo... there I was, tied face down to a table with my pants around my ankles in the Bunga Bunga Garages giving Duh Jerk my patented why are you doing this to me speech when he said. "You know, you ain't as innocent as you act. You're a serial killer". He went on & on how I deserved what he, they were doing to me & worse. "We're only bringing you pleasure". A Child-Molestor saying, followed with the obligatory I should be grateful for all of the good loving. After all, what they were doing to me was better for me than just turning me over to the cops. They made money, & they kept a scumbag like me down for the good of society. Thus he & his crew could feel pretty good about themselves & what they were doing to me & make some friends & cash as well & all they had to do was pick on a serial killer who had it coming anyway.

  "I ain't no serial killer"! I said.

  Not so he assured the crowd in a loud voice because they weren't near nor privy to the rest of our conversation... When I was on their drugs I went on & on time & again about killing innocent people, so I wasn't fooling anyone.

  Does everyone have conversations like this or is it just me?

 

  “Don’t you think the cops will be able to tell I was on drugs”? I said, probably in vain.

  "You being on drugs only strengthens our case".

 

  Circa 1972. While waiting to get into our school after lunch I asked Snitch Girl. “Why are all the girls in our class walking funny”?

  While pointing at one of the boys on loan in our class this month Snitch Girl told me. “That’s because we’re shooting interracial child-porn this month & he’s big”.

  I sized up the otherwise small & thin African-American boy & said. “He don’t look big to me”.

  She went on to explain that she didn’t mean he was tall.

 

 “You killed that guy”. A sentence I’ve been confronted with more than one.

 

  “Since you’re dreaming why not rape this girl in the rape fantasy you’ve always wanted”? A sentence I was plied with over & over again while kidnapped & on drugs as a teen. That & the popular. “Since you’re dreaming why not take this gun & shoot that guy”?

 

  “Since you’re dreaming why not take this knife & go upstairs & kill that kid”?

 

  "We always figured you were a serial killer. That's why we messed with you all these years. We figured that we'd kidnap you & play with you & drive you to suicide. We figured that if we followed you around for a few years we'd catch you killing someone. When that didn't happen we kidnapped you & framed you for a few murders for the good of society. And as a safeguard in case we ever got caught kidnapping you. The people were from some of our loyal families & they can’t wait to burn you for the group". He went on to explain that with their many films they've made of me drugged, tortured, & sleep deprived that they figure they can do anything they want to me for the rest of my life, show the films, & then laugh & brag about it & no one is going to care! Welcome reader... welcome to my America... Worse? Fail to act, let them prevail against me & they brag that you guarantee them a lifetime beyond suspicion & above the law! Coming soon to a school near you!