More.

Like I said, I thought things were improving before July 22nd. I thought perhaps maybe even everything was resolved by then. And then I get led away in cuffs by the Detroit police, obviously for absolutely no legal or legitimate reason. And none they would ever tell me either. That is beyond outrageous. Like I told people at the hospital, this has all been taken to a whole new level. And now I will ramp up all my efforts, not relax them. Those three talking points that I will always repeat. And I am demanding, yes demanding, much more jail and prison time for all involved. And I mean it this time and I will accept no less. I would have preferred to relax and have some quality of life in my life. But I guess I can never have that and never will. And I'll never know when this is over. Even when it seems like it is, it starts all over again like some plot to a horror film. Just like the car thing. My psychiatrist would drop it, then he'd bring it. Then he'd say it was all over for good. And then bring it up a couple of year later. Obviously on purpose, obviously as a deliberate and very planned form of abuse. And anytime I tried to just enjoy the simplest pleasures of life, which to me cost so little and are so innocent, it was taken away. Again on purpose I now see. My therapist laughs a little whenever I say that like he knows what I am talking about. I am sure that he does.

And also I don't know how far I can trust the doctors in my life. I have no one else to go to and I have to work with them. But now they tell me everything is fine, I have no diabetes, the symptoms I thought I was having, for example each time I ate even a candy bar (my feet ache, remember) were just a placebo effect. I find that hard to believe. But really I don't know. I am not a doctor. And like I said, when is it ever morally permissible for a doctor to harm a patient? And now I am at a point where the damage from that Olanzapine could be prevented. But no one seems interested in doing that. Everyone is obviously lying. They always are, I just am not sure about exactly what. And nothing is being done.

Well something will be done. Prison time and no less, like I said. And I will keep repeating those three talking points everywhere I go till the day I die. There is a record of all of that, and they are all unbelievably outrageous. And I will keep remembering more to support they happened, and give more dates and events that help support what I am saying.