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Saturday, July 29, 2017

It's Sad When A Drug Dealing Sociopath Convinces People That You Aren't Good Enough


Today was the last day for me to apply for the job that I was trained to do and I couldn't do it.  I was kind of hoping that they would use my last application and resume to apply for it, but I know that they won't given my last email from the court and what was said from the Clerk.  I'm sorry everyone.  I know that I'm not good enough because of my own terrific thinking.  I know that I thought way too well ahead of what needed to be done to get this case to the people that needed it.  I know that I was working with the wrong people in the first place but I hope that many of you will understand that I was undermined and was thinking better of people than I should have been.  I never should have trusted the people that I did.  It was a complete miscalculation on my part.  I know better than to let anyone use me that way ever again.  I'm the only one that can rely on myself in the future.  I'm certain that people have probably taken advantage of Lisa Damiani and my friends at the District Court now to the point that it would be useless to contact them in any capacity.

It was stupid of me to trust any of you with that kind of information thinking that there was any kind of loyalty amongst thieves.  There never is.  I know better than to allow my story to fall into the hands of anyone that has connections to Hollywood or that has an interest outside of justice simply because they don't care.  I know that the best way to find justice is without heart and without passion.  You have to find it with fact and fearlessness.  This isn't how this investigation went.  I relied on friends that I haven't seen in seven and a half years.  One of which is "dead" and others that haven't proven themselves as friends.  People that were friends have changed.  I need to do better for lots of other reasons.  There are better people to contact and I will do that without the people that I have used in the past.  I'm sorry for thinking that people would do the smartest thing when we all know what these operators do.  They protect each other.  Victims stick together.  Operators protect each other.  Never the two shall mix and that's the way it goes.

There are two classes of people, those who are victims and those who are operators.  There isn't ever going to be an investigation where the two work together to solve this crime.  The rich won't allow that to happen, they are too concerned with keeping their money.  The criminals are too concerned with their atrocities and the rich are too concerned with protecting them for their own fortunes.  You can't work with the ultra poor and the ultra rich don't want you either.

What I do understand is this... never trust anyone.  You can't believe anyone.  You can't trust your best friend and your worst enemy is yourself.  You need to have the evidence locked up solid before you even think of going after the criminals and when you have it...put them away for good..  I am never going to trust another person ever again with this information.  They just use it against you.

My dream was to return to the court where I use to work to show them how loyal I was to them because I resigned for their security due to their former Clerk's relationship with a domestic terrorist using remote neural monitoring and cause stalkers that eventually shot at one of their employees and that may possibly have pipe bombed their courthouse.  What happened instead was that the same domestic terrorist got a hold of the new Clerk and made up some new allegations about me and kept me from working there again and now has me in her sights again to be killed right where I am living.  It is truly a nightmare.  Once again, the Clerk of Court has put me in the position to be in danger...this time without even knowing it.  I am frightened to death.  
I could possibly have been living my dream of heroically explaining what happened to me and other court clerks at that employment and instead, the terrorist, who raped and beat me after leaving the court, is now getting her way again.  It's the saddest situation of all.  What is going to happen if I end up dead and nobody does anything about this?