Conclusions.

Like I've said, the way I was treated. Watched and observed without reason or probable cause, damaged in the worst way possible, secretly and against my wishes. You could never do that to a murderer even. And now the secrecy is being used and kept in place to protect all those who did those things to me. To protect them and hide what they did and to keep them from being held accountable legally and to pay me restitution to live on and to deal with all these horrible problems, as I enter my old age now with this lifetime of abuse. And the unfair way I was treated with my car. The police don't decide what groups can drive, Lansing does. And they don't decide who can continue driving. The MI Secretary of State decides who meets the qualifications to drive and who can remain on the road. I was a good driver, better than most, and I had every right to drive. And I had a valid license, good insurance and good record. Unlike most of Detroit and many of my neighbors. People like many of my neighbors, who seem to have had infinite rights like many people in this situation. Infinite rights while I apparently had none, minding my own business. Minding my own business while they were often the lawbreakers and abusers in this situation. And now it looks like they will eventually get their wish. My foot doctor told me neuropathy follows an inevitable course. I will lose all feeling in my feet eventually. And my hands too I guess, since I obviously have neuropathy there. Neuropathy in both which might be getting worse, though my doctors are still not allowed to tell me. If I lost both my feet and hands I guess I really couldn't drive. There'd be no options then. Not that it looks like if I lost my feet I'd have Eric or anyone else to get me a special car then, even. And then if I lost my car, I'd really lose everything. Just like I feared for years, just like I dreaded for years as the worst thing that could possibly happen to me. That's what made it such a horrible violent threat, though a clever one that way. And then I really would have to go to a place like a group home, which I refuse to do flatly and ever. And I really don't see what kind of life I'd have living at home that way. It's hard enough for me to maintain my life and go to the places I need to go, doctors and shopping and so forth. But with no limbs, how would I do it? Like I said, I vowed long ago I would never take the bus. No it is not fun at all. And I also vowed that I would not let them win by letting that happen. And that still stands even now all these years later.