What I've Uncovered.

But it is strange how there is a connection in all of this. Like the car thing, and at least three separate things that seem to have been going on at the same time. Like I said it seemed to all start in 1995 with people telling me I looked to mentally handicapped to be driving. Even when I showed them my license. You know that's ridiculous that people would do that. Especially if they saw I had a valid license. Then there was that incident in downtown Dearborn in 2000 or 1. The officers were very angry at me for some reason even though we never met and I never did anything wrong in Dearborn. And then they started asking me if I was mentally handicapped or that maybe I was mentally handicapped and just didn't know it. What a strange thing to say. It was what I was thinking about at the time and what they started at Oakwood Hospital in 1988 or 9. But they said it. They also gave me the more severe fine they could and two points on my license. That's a lot of points. And then something seems to have begun after 2004 when all that aforementioned abuse led to my suicide attempt. I went to Sinai-Grace hospital for help. And I told them I was suffering from an irrational fear I'd be arrested on some made up or trumped up charge and I even explained it to them. But instead of helping me they immediately started that next sad chapter in my life. Which again could have ended much more tragically than it did, again no thanks to all of them. My car was always necessary for my independence and safety and that's what that was always all about. That's why my sick, evil Uncle Al supported the idea. It just made sense to him. And then that paramedic in Oak Park September 11, 2013. What was his role in all of this? He obviously knew something and knew me, but we never met. And he wanted to use a case of an elderly driver who didn't even see me and shouldn't have been driving to suspend my license because I didn't go thru the yellow carefully, carefully enough. No, there clearly is some secret club involving policemen. And other first responders too. My imaginary friend didn't tell me that anymore than my imaginary friend told me Eric is my secret legal guardian. My doctors all told me that. Unless my imaginary friend has been talking to them.

I've uncovered a lot and I've exposed a lot and more has to be done now. I'd rather be living my life in peace. But they want me to be doing this instead.