Our Judicial system is crumbling. What would be the chance of it ever getting fixed? Let’s think about that. There are three branches of the Federal government: Executive, Legislative and Judicial.

• Which branch has the most power? Judicial.
• Which is over all three, including policing itself? Judicial.
• Potentially, where does the biggest problem lie? Judicial.

The Judicial branch is our system of courts. A courtroom is where the common man is likely going to get closest to one of the three branches of the federal government. The top court in the country, the Supreme Court, is potentially as political as the other two branches of the government. continue reading…

Out of the clear blue, I received a voice mail message, a few days ago, from my brother Alan. It’s been years … not nearly long enough.

He’s a cheat and a liar, a CPA with the government, and he was executor of my parents’ Trust. He kept me out of the loop entirely. He never provided me with any of the legal documents required in the trust, and knew because of my health, it would be impossible for me to travel cross country to deal with it.

Phone Etiquette — Trust Legalities

The following call was regarding my parents’ Trust. Just prior to the August 2007 phone call, he had told me that he would no longer communicate via email with me because he knew I was using it just to keep records. Therefore, if I wanted to communicate with him, I’d need to call him.

At that point, all communication stopped since Alan never picked-up, or returned any calls. After more than a week of no communication, I called every hour on that following Sunday until his wife answered at 10PM their time. continue reading…

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Editor’s Note :: I came across this article on wikiHow, and found some decent information in it. Be cautious with the details described, though, since they could apply to virtually anyone.

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Reprinted from wikiHow under a Creative Commons license
 
Watching facial expressions in order to determine whether a person is lying might just save you from being a victim of fraud, or it could help you figure out when somebody’s being genuine. Jury analysts do this when assisting in jury selection. The police do this during an interrogation. You have to learn the little facial and body expressions that can help you distinguish a lie from the truth.

My name is Charles, and I have been studying lies for a few years now. This is not bogus material, real FBI and TSA agents use it. I have a 97% accuracy in detecting lies and hope this will help you. This is is an edited version from an unknown user. continue reading…

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Synopsis :: The physical injuries throughout my life.

So, why is this part here? This entire site is about how I got to where I am today, and focuses primarily on how I’ve been the victim of sociopaths my entire life, beginning with my oldest sister. The majority of it will continue to focus on members of my family with personality disorders — sibling and ex-wife sociopaths who have teamed up to target me. I know too much.

But I would not be exactly where I am today if not for the physical injuries I’ve endured, and how my two sociopaths have used my injuries and brushes with death, at their will, as additional ways to get at me. I could not tell the complete story without mention of my physical trauma, and in my opinion, a simple mention would not be sufficient.

My life has been plagued with accidents and injuries. Beginning in the very late 1990s, old injuries to my spine began to demand attention, beginning with my back, which was leap-frogged by emergency surgery in my neck, then returning to my back … all under the care of a surgeon with sociopathic characteristics. Even my other specialist expressed a great deal of frustration with him, specifically how he was caring for me … or how he exhibited the lack thereof.

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Besides the evil perpetuated against me by my sister, Kathy, and Julie, my ex-wife, the 2000-2009 decade was also pay-back time for all the physical *fun* I had growing up. I had a passion for life, and that often meant living on the edge to place it all into perspective.

Age: 2-4
Being Grounded

This has to be one of my earliest memories, based on my size and the layout of the house. This also could have ended my race before I ever got out of the gate. continue reading…

. . . continued from Part 2
Back Surgery, November 7, 2001, 06:00, Piedmont Hospital.

2001 Nov 7, Wed

Karan, a woman I had met just a few months earlier, had offered to drive me to the hospital. It was not convenient for her in the least, either.

She had to drive an hour to get to my home from her’s, then travel another hour to get to the hospital. When we pulled up, I told Karan she could just drop me off at the entrance.

Her response was a very firm, “No way, I’m walking in with you.”

Karan won that dispute as she drove right to the parking deck and found a convenient spot. As soon as I checked-in, I was told they were ready for me in pre-op, so Karan gave me a hug, and wished me the best.

Within minutes of arriving in pre-op, they had run an IV, and suddenly, I had not one single care in the world. Shortly thereafter, my life was in the hands of an unnamed anesthesiologist.  continue reading…