Saturday, January 21, 2017
Abuse from family
"Abuse from family"
I was born; next, placed into incubation for a protracted period. Couldn't speak properly until I was four or five, when my mother took me to a speech pathologist. Had tubes shoved up my urethra for urinating blood as a child. Surgical spoons inserted into anal cavity to remove impacted fecal matter as a child. Terrible night terrors. Even more, but I write this in haste.
Anyway, it has continued against my biological mother and me; specifically, here is some of the abuse I have endured from my brother:
1.) Would punch me in the face as a little boy, when I attempted to sleep in his bed at night.
2.) Rubbed my face in dog urine when I was 8 years of age.
3.) Held me down and fed me hamster food.
4.) Threw me out of his car in a snowstorm when I was 10 years of age, miles from home, for I said his loud music was giving me a headache. I walked miles in the cold snow, terrified.
5.) Attacked me when I was a minor and he was over 21 because I lit a Camel cigarette, punching me in the face numerous times.
6.) After passing the BAR Exam, he attacked me over an argument concerning STAR WARS, breaking my finger, and he had over 30 pounds on me. I drove him back with a fire place poker.
7.) When I wrote a metaphorical poem to a girl, he, as an attorney, told my mother: "Mark has no 1st Amendment Rights."
8.) Has said of my religion: "King David is full of shit. The Virgin Mary is a witch. Saint Paul I loathe."
9.) When my biological father died, he said he was relieved. Too, said Dad left some money for me, but all I received was a plastic Swiss cheese bank with 17 cents from my step-mother.
10) After my first colonoscopy, he told my mother I should get back to my crummy job; hence, I contemplated suicide as the blood in my bowels and stomach pain were terrifying me.
11.) Told my mother my job wasn't good enough, which was delivering newspapers.
12.) Called me stupid and ignorant.
13.) Said my step-brother's police son is like Barney Fife.
14.) Written letters to my physicians attempting to have me locked up in a mental institution, due to me having religious freedom and mortifying my senses so I would obey the Bible.
15.) When my mother was falsely diagnosed with Alzheimer's Stage 4 over 4 years ago--he disappeared for months, now only makes weekly visits at best.
16.) I told him to lend me 180 dollars cause the pseudo-caretakers were abusing and neglecting Mom and me, and that I would move to Arkansas and live in my truck on my son's property--he gave it to me, and I told him Mom will die, and so will I. And as he has told both her and my sad soul: "Everybody has gotta die sometime." I didn't give up on myself or my mother, using the money to buy her food and clothes.
17.) Told me he was gonna purchase a Tesla or Mercedes, while my mother and me suffer, wearing rags; plus, my mother is a true patriot, having worked at the Rand Corporation for years during the 1960's.
There's plenty more, and about his wife's bullying remarks too. He did pay for my divorce, but my kindness gets walked over, and mocked; moreover, viewed as weakness.
All I can do is pray. While he says Trump is an ego-driven, bravado-fueled man, I can only pray that my new leader kicks ass and takes names. I forgive them all, but will not be silent, as my 120 pound frame cares for my mother--the rest abandoning her, or sending in thugs that neglect and abuse.
Friday, January 20, 2017
Neglect and Abuse of the Disabled
"Neglect and Abuse of the Disabled"
Nobody has helped save a Priest and the Church. Here's a letter for those in need of hope:
Monica--
Patricia has been tortured for many years, as thug-like personalities have invaded the house under your watch. The first pseudo-caretaker--here's a list:
1.) Sat an approximate five hours during six hour shift, eating.
2.) Would not go along on errands with Patricia and her son, such as to the library, coffee shop, and park.
3.) Would put on terrifying television shows with gore-smeared violence and the occult, inducing crying fits in Patricia.
4.) Would talk about Lucifer and cackle, further producing tears in Patricia.
5.) Would call her son, Mark, on Federal Disability, scrawny, a fool, and that he should be whipped; moreover, threw wet rags at his face; plus, asked if she could trip him, physically.
6.) Would make racist remarks about ethnic people--in cruel fashion.
7.) Placed a peach pit, a way to poison dogs, near the family dog's favorite spot, before Patricia's son pulled it out of the dog's choking mouth while the pseudo-caretaker made her exit.
8.) Much more, to be revealed, if you keep sending thugs over here; also, drank beer on the job at times.
9.) Would allow Patricia to sit in urine and fecal matter for six hours.
Second pseudo-caretaker:
1.) Dropped Patricia's fragile body in shower.
2.) Talked on her phone most of the time, which played profanely vociferous vulgarities, such as: "Motherfucker! Motherfucker!" Over and over, causing Patricia high anxiety.
3.) Slept most hours.
4.) Called Patricia's son weak and incapable, when he has been the only one caring for her.
5.) Dropped illegal drugs in the house.
Furthermore, Patricia's son is said to be nearing colon cancer. Disabled as it is. Nancy insisted on putting Patricia in a HOME over a year ago. That along with the neglect and abuse of these two disabled people drove Patricia's son to attempt suicide. You don't want two deaths on your ignorant hands. Nancy has also called the pseudo-caretakers, offering consolation; therefore, those caretakers should invade her parents' home when they are in need, due to the fact that she has so much confidence in them.
POST SCRIPT: This is a picture of what Patricia's son's bloody stool looks like when enduring the stress of thugs. Social Services and the Law will be contacted by Patricia's son's physicians if the neglect and abuse does not stop.
The Galvanized Gimp (3)
"The Galvanized Gimp (3)"
All was well in the Celestial Heavens for Jude and his biological mother, allowing them a moonlit night, which did reflect the Sun's blessing upon their modest home, where within, the disabled adolescent and his non-defiled mother sat, her explaining: "Jesus Christ was a popular guy. They followed Him, ate with Him, flocked to wherever He went; however, when He said you must eat of My body and drink of My blood, not My symbolic body and blood--if you are to be raised and have eternal life; plus, during His arrest and crucifixion--they fled from Him. When times were easy, they were there; on the contrary, when challenged to have confidence in Him, they fled."
Jude wept. He only had faith in the Lord; plus, those that had faith in Him as well. He wished to wear the Roman Collar, but knew his asymmetrical aspects would keep him on the sidelines; still, he would be a soldier for Christ, remembering King David's words about true service, and the best service being service to God--the mighty bard/fighter voicing in the Book of Psalms: "Wine to make man's heart happy, and herb for the service of man."
Jude had never tasted true wine. But was always eating herbs and talking to God, which puts many cancers into a state of eternal remission.
So, as his biological mother exited his bedroom, he pulled the covers over himself, made the sign of the cross, and praised God; moreover, uttered an Act of Hope, remembering that even though Saint Joan of Arc was abandoned and ridiculed, a bizarre man named Mark Twain, him not giving a rat's tail about writing any book save her biography--and from this point of view, helped the Saint rise from the ashes and become the Phoenix she will eternally be, for after its publication, she was shortly thereafter canonized, mysteriously.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
The Galvanized Gimp (2)
"The Galvanized Gimp (2)"
Jude was cruising around in his wheelchair on the driveway that connected to his humble yet holy habitat. The neighbor, a teenage girl, adorned in tight jeans to vacuum up the cottage cheese in her buttocks approached with a look of disgust concerning the legless boy. She stuck out her tongue; next, cruelly offered: "Just die already. What kind of respect will you get as a gimp?"
Jude smiled, saying: "Respect is earned. Giving dignity to the disabled is duty; furthermore, your father is the father of lies and murder. He was a murderer and liar from the beginning."
The neighborhood tart swiftly responded: "At least I can walk. My father gave me legs, and your father gave you a handicap."
Jude raised his head to the holy skies, pronouncing: "God made me special. And you could be very special too, if you hung your sins on a wall, confessing publicly, and reminding yourself to never do them again."
"What has it gotten you?" The girl asked.
Jude replied: "Eternal life, and a mother waiting to gently pass me to the father."
The girl walked away. Jude continued to roll wisely in his wheelchair, praying for the girl as instructed by the altruistic Rabbi--true God and true man.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
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