Final Conclusions.

Like I said, I'll find justice here some day one way or another. Even if it takes my whole life, even if that is how the rest of my life is to be wasted and spent. Wasted and spent waiting for you to find decency when you have none. Decency when you have none because I was the evildoer, the villain. I committed no crimes, I was mentally ill. And so I had less rights and lower value in your eyes than the lowest felon. And my case doesn't exist? There are no secret laws in Michigan? The damage that you did to me for years was in my imagination? All the harm, all the abuse, all the ways it almost ended tragically? Because you're a better person than me? When we know like with my Uncle Al that's disgusting lie and opposite is true. There will be no civil damages, because my case doesn't exist. There will be no legal accountability, because my case doesn't exist. The statute of limitations for all of this will eventually all run out, because my case doesn't exist. Because rights and due process and common decency are thrown out when health is involved? All those ways you destroyed my life, all those years you took from me, all the ways you destroyed my life and were guilty of the worst forms of harm. Trying to take away my car when I had every right to drive, I was one of the few people in Detroit who did. All while my neighbors and the rest of Detroit were the real menaces to the road. But their whims took precedent to that, they're rights were infinite and mine were none. Abusing a poor, weak, handicapped gay man who was just trying to live his life since he was a child. Trying to take away his car, trying to put me away in whatever place you could find no matter how bad, destroying my every peaceful moment when all I was trying to do was take walks in parks, harassing me because of my interest in sports cards. It all sounds unlikely, all of it does. But as I said, it happened. My 2011 and recent former therapist agree it all happened, even the unlikely parts. Telling my neighbors horrible, untrue things about me. When you should tell someone's neighbor horrible things if they were true, in a place like Detroit. All of it almost ending tragically more than once, and you never stopping or learning your lesson. If anything escalating it to things like they did in Sinai-Grace hospital in 2004, with that homophobic staff there, whose political agenda took precent to medical ethics and my safety and wellbeing. Driving me to thoughts of suicide since childhood, and then like Dr. Bazini saying that I had to have my rights limited, because you drove me there. And when you did things like that the solution is more of the same, like 2004 and last summer. All while I was just trying to live my life and find some peace, and now there's no way I ever could. Because you don't feel responsible, you don't think you've done anything wrong, you see no reason to reform or change, you don't think your deeds should even be exposed to the public. The secrecy is necessary, you tell others and yourselves. If the public found out they might be angry or outraged. All the people who took part. My doctors, Sinai-Grace hospital, Eric, the police, paramedics, all the rest. All the people who are supposedly there to help. Even people who police them like the judicial tenure commission, who want me wasting my life on them going to endless and expensive notary publics. Because I have no choice, my health and life are in danger. And it serves a higher purpose to deny people all access to the legal system, you must be telling yourselves. That's the real reason why I was put on this earth. I've done nothing wrong, I've broken no laws, I am no danger to myself or others, while I live in a city of horrible crime and abuse. I did nothing to deserve this, there's nothing that could have justified any of this. And all of this should have ended and been stopped and exposed long ago. And yet it continues, and nothing is being done. I'm still being laughed at and ignored. But the real reason why I was put on this earth was to have you face justice, however long it takes. To expose you and expose to the world what kinds of people you are, all while you treated me as the villain with no worth. And don't count out me out yet. You may have shortened my life, but I still have a lot of it left. And I'll have no choice but to spend it doing this.